home, sweet home.
—HUBBY.
He drank her in, her whole essence, heart fluttering happily despite the fact she kept cussing his CAT out. A CAT. Good lord. Felix allowed his fingers to go up to her chin, pressing at the bottom of it and lifting it up ever so gently—more of a tickle than anything else. The man couldn’t hide even if he WANTED to how much happier he was with her around. His hands appeared to want to press themselves into her skin and with her lifting herself up he gladly accepted it. “Too tall?” Eyebrows went up as so did she, his hands raising Beatrix’s body and pulling it closer to himself, eyes never leaving her brown hues, decorated in specks of lightly shimmering gold. Felix turned around with his wife in his arms, them sliding to wrap around her waist better and tighter as he walked towards the bar, elegantly hidden between the cupboards in their living room.
Felix hummed with her offer, considering it for a second before shaking his head. “Too many explosions already have happened, I was thinking maybe something ELSE..” A sigh through the crack between his lips, one hand remaining on her back as the other swiftly searched for different kinds of liquor, with his hazel greens now fixated there rather on her. A few seconds later he took a couple of bottles, pressing one between them—as a temporary holder—and got to the kitchen. “THAT way you can rethink your plan to destroy Trixie, who hasn’t been anything BUT the sweetest to you, and,” he paused, placing her tiny body on the counter, yet r e f u s i n g to get his digits off her, and he remained relatively close, “Celebrate still, without getting SHUNNED from the island.” His last words were spoken with a little twitching smile, devilish glare thrown at her with his cheeks STINGING from trying to push away a grin.
Fingertips reached for naked skin under her blouse (it was HIS t-shirt, he was about eighty percent sure of it without even having to use his sixth sense), blazing hot and just as silky, memories flooding his brain, the heat traveling throughout his body enough for him to temporarily STOP mixing the drinks and take a breath. Felix tightly bit into his lower lip to keep his focus on the glasses and the cocktail making process while going up her spine like the tease he could be, but copying her tactics more than sticking to what he did best. No eye contact, even though they were close enough for him to feel the waves of warmth hitting off her skin and reaching his. “Strawberry or lime?” Finally inquired he regarding the garnish, eyes still elsewhere, a thickness forming at the back of his throat with the proximity—his gaze went UP, for the tiniest of seconds seemingly avoiding, but at the last possible moment connecting with hers again.
—♛ Beatrix let out a small squeal as Felix started moving them toward a direction she couldn’t exactly see, but figured which one it was. Lower lip pushed out in a rather comical way, the brunette pouted at her husband for his response. ❝ But we, let me rephrase that, I deserve some fun. And committing such a blasphemy as burning the grounds of our DEAR Lord and savior is precisely what I need. ❞ Moving her palms down from his shoulders to meet at the middle of his chest, a slow descent for her hands to get reacquainted, before placing her chin on top so she could look up at him through her eyelashes. ❝ So, what do you have in mind? Or would I have to GET it out of you? ❞ Her voice was as light as whip cream and just as sweet too, it was coated with teasing undertones and with a small playful smile at the corner of her lips.
—♛ At the mention of the fur demon the brunette’s face scrunched at the center in distaste. ❝ Sweet? You don’t see the LOOKS that spawn delivers behind your back. I know IT’S just waiting for the perfect time to strike. ❞ Taking advantage of his averted gaze the female lifted her head from where it had laid on his chest and rested it on the cupboard behind her, brown gaze soaking up his entire presence. Rolling her eyes in the typical manner the petite was known for, ❝ as if that would be SUCH a bad thing. ❞ Moving forward unexpectedly until they were just a few inches of space between them, without a care of his drink mixing, the female whispered in a mock gravel tone. ❝ Hope you’re not losing your edge, hubby. ❞ Lips stretched out in a smile that resembled that of the cat’s that ate the canary, Beatrix leaned closer to nip his chin with a small gingerly bite before retreating completely— though the challenging look that glinted off the chocolate hues never faded.
—♛ Eyes threatened to flutter close at the sensations the warmth of his palm connecting with her bare skin brought upon. LOST in the sensory touch, the brunette took quite a bit of time to respond to Felix as her mind was elsewhere. ❝ Dealer’s choice? ❞ Beatrix finally managed to breathlessly say before gnawing on her bottom lip. ❝ You want to know what was one of the things I missed the most? —- Your smell, it was the strangest thing. ❞ The female leaned toward him once more but took advantage of their height different and grazed the tip of her nose at the crook of his neck, following the vein that pumped underneath the flesh. ❝ It’s why I wore your clothes mostly, and also because they look better on me. ❞ This was murmured into the pale skin, as the drinks he had made for them were at the bottom of her list of things to focus on. There was a hum of delight that vibrated off the back of her throat as the familiar essence of his aroma reached her nose.
