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[subreptitious]

Bel is clearing away the plates from the aftermath of a dinner he prepared that consisted of spaghetti bolognese, leaning down to load the dishwasher and lighting a cigarette. He's glad Reii doesn't mind him smoking in the house, he thinks idly -- not that he'd stop even if his spouse did object. He notes that the floor needs cleaned while he's

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[deathstoogood]

The dinner had been good, as most of them were. Bel was a crack chef, very good at whatever he/she chose to make or do. Unfortunately for him, cleaning up was not on the mind of his wife. The woman had been lounging on a couch, looking mildly bored with a full belly. There was still a restless air about her, something that made her seem more predatory in their somewhat quiet little home. A bit like a tiger in a cage.

The woman stood beside the door frame, pressed flush against the wall as her husband peered around it, presumably searching for her. Reaching across the way, the woman gripped his chin and flipped around until she stood in front of him. "Hello, my love."

[subreptitious]

Bel doesn't jump, because it's just not something that psuedo-angels do, really. He does, however, raise a single eyebrow so high it almost meets his hairline; he recognizes that look in his wife's eyes -- it's the look of a predator sitting back on its haunches, crouched down, ready to spring.

A step forward, crowding her up against the wall. "Darling. Dare I ask why you were playing a game of hide and seek without warning me first?"

[deathstoogood]

"Who warns someone when a game of hide and seek occurs? What a foolish thing to do. You're supposed to pick up on my social cues, you silly little man." She peered into his face, keeping his chin in hand, it was a shame he hadn't jumped. What fun was that, after all?

The woman scoffed at him and closed the distance between the two of them, her body pressing insistently into him. Her breath was hot suddenly, about his neck, the woman's arms encircled him. "I just thought we could play a few games."

[subreptitious]

"There were no social cues, save for your disappearance, you beautiful, foolish woman," he chides, something playful in his tone as he allows himself to be drawn into her arms and slides his own hands over her hips to settle at the small of her back. Pressed flush against her, he cocks his head.

"What games have you in mind?"