let her run around in her bunny costume in front of her husband, giving him a cheeky wink "should a dog not chase his prey?"
“Chase you?” he can only hope she’s kidding or just being a tease. After all, there’s no way she can outrun him. Not in their past lives and not even now. But he won’t lie, this sort of display isn’t failing in digging a reaction out of him. In fact, the way he’s observing her is as devious as one should be. Why, it’s his wife. He’s allowed to look at her in such a way. How could he not? Her current garb amplified her features, made her bosom all the more endearing to touch. Oh, what he would not do lay his head upon it right about now.
His prey, indeed.
Cu Chulainn gave his warning with a promising voice. “You better run as fast as you can. As far as your little feet can take you. If I catch you, and I mean really catch you, I can’t promise that I’ll be decent. I will tear your costume apart, throw you on the floor and have my way with you. I will mark every corner of your body. I will lick your entire skin.”
