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[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie's face fills the screen, a look of slight worry on her face. In the background, smoke is wafting gently out of the kitchen.]

Uh, Nathan? Baby? Where do we keep the fire extinguisher?

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You know I'm not good with instructions.

[Dinner is stupid anyway. Dulcie moves onto her much more enjoyable task of kissing Nathan silly. He may notice at this point that she's down to her underwear, with a slightly less sexy over-sized apron on.]

[designedtoparty]

[Okay, no more snarking. Kissing is far more fun, clearly. Even with that stupid apron on. Which is coming off, by the way. It's annoying him. Except...]

Did you definitely turn the oven off when you were done putting that fire out?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Totally!

[Which is mumbled between kisses as Dulcie goes straight for the gold and starts undoing Nathan's belt.]

I'm like 87% sure, anyway.

[designedtoparty]

[He kind of wavers there. That's not a figure he's entirely comfortable with, but the oven seems so far away. And it's supposed to be on, isn't it? It'll be all right for a few hours. Maybe. Anyway, getting rid of her knickers seems like a much easier option.]

If I die, I'm getting a new wife. One who knows how to cook this time.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Good luck trying, cowboy! I'm not so easy to get rid of.

[She grabs Nathan's hand and kisses right over his ring.]

You're totally mine, forever.

[designedtoparty]

I could still be totally yours forever and have another wife. I was thinking more along the lines of one for the kitchen and one for the sack.

[Pause.]

Do you think that's legal here?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie loves it when he doesn't argue about being her bitch. As a reward she gets back to the task of trying to get him out of his jeans as quickly as possible.]


You know better than me what's illegal here and what isn't.

[designedtoparty]

[He loves being her bitch. At least under certain circumstances. Which is probably obvious from how eager he is to help get rid of his jeans (and underwear whilst he's at it).]

Is that a dig at my life choices?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie giggles through the kisses.]

Tooootally!

[designedtoparty]

[His boxer briefs are still caught around his feet. But whatever. He doesn't care. He has enough on his mind with kissing her, slipping her a finger and keeping up the conversation. He's nothing if not a multi-tasker.]

I learn through experience. I've never tried marrying two women.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie moans and wriggles happily, unhooking her bra and flinging it across the room somewhere.]

I don't think you could keep up, cowboy.

[designedtoparty]

Yeah? [He raises his eyebrows, adding an extra finger.]

I always thought I did a pretty good job, given the circumstances.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[That does a pretty good job of shutting her up for the moment. She drops against Nathan's chest, pressing kisses on his shoulder.]

Okay. Definitely ready to go when you are.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan nods, panting, stroking himself with his free hand as he takes his fingers out.]

When am I not?

SOME NOISY AND ENTHUSIATIC HOURS LATER

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Have a naked and extremely satisfied angel draped all over you, Nathan. I hope you appreciate it.]

[designedtoparty]

[You know he did. He's just going to lie there with an arm wrapped around her.]

You know, it's really too bad you didn't manage to master the art of cooking after I left this morning. I could do with a pizza right about now.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Nope. Can't have any. You're not allowed to leave.

[Dulcie grips him a bit tighter and uses one leg to tangle together with his.]

[designedtoparty]

How about if I told you I'm about to piss myself?

[He's not. And he's not showing any signs of moving. He just likes to be difficult.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Then I would end you, pathetic human.

[She giggles and nips him on the shoulder gently.]

[designedtoparty]

[He pouts, nudging her.]

You know, you really should stop calling me that. I might start to think it's true.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

What, that you're pathetic? Or that I would crush your little toothpicks bones in a moment?

[She's grinning as she talks, and crawls her way further up Nathan's body, kissing him lazily.]

[designedtoparty]

Both. Although I think calling my bones toothpicks is a little excessive.

[He shifts his arm to make himself more comfortable, kissing back.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie rolls off him to root around for something on the nightstand. She rolls back over and tosses Nathan her cellphone.]

Go on, then. Order a pizza. I'll just be here.

[And previous clingy draping is resumed.]

[designedtoparty]

[Which he manages to do without antagonising whoever's on the other end of the phone too much. Hanging up, he tosses the phone onto the bed and settles down.]

Half an hour. I ordered ice cream for you.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie hums happily.]

I knew there was a reason I married you.