Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. I finally own Omega Ruby, though. That's a start, right?

6. Domesticated

"Silver! Can you come get the paper towels off the top shelf? You know I can't reach them up there!"

Lyra waited for a response, glaring at the top shelf of their linen closet. When she received none, she sighed loudly and propped a hand on her hip. "Silver," she whined loudly, drawing out his name into a high-pitched, stringent drawl. Still no response. Lyra sighed and walked downstairs. "Jeez. What is he doing?"

At the bottom of the stairs, she had to stifle a giggle. Silver seemed to have dozed off on the couch with a book on his face and his arms crossed. Cuddled up on his chest and legs were Growlithe and Meowth, Lyra's pets. For all of his bluster about the "waste of a Pokémon's potential", she sure found him cuddled up on the couch with them a lot.

She tiptoed around them and into the kitchen. "Where's my Pokegear? I need pics," she snickered to herself.

7. Injury

They had been sitting in the waiting room for two hours, and Silver was fairly certain Lyra's broken wrist had swollen beyond recognition at this point. Although he kept replacing her ice pack frequently, it wasn't enough to keep the puffiness at bay.

"Why are hospitals so damned slow?" he muttered, glancing around anxiously.

With her good hand, Lyra petted his head gently. "There's probably some old lady in there with a collapsed lung or something. Just calm down. I'm not in pain."

"Liar," Silver growled. Her eyes were too bright, her cheeks too pale.

"Okay, yeah, I'm lying about that," she admitted, sagging against Silver's side. He wrapped an arm around her, dragging her close. After a moment of silence, she looked up at Silver, eyes large. "Also, I wasn't entirely honest about how I broke my wrist."

"You mean you didn't slip in the living room?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Then what was that loud crash?"

Shamefacedly, she looked away. After a moment of silence, she responded, "Well…I…may or may not have punched the wall."

Silver looked at her strangely. "How?"

"Playing Wii Bowling," she admitted, hanging her head. "I didn't even win. I came in fourth."

With a loud groan, Silver threw his head back. "I love you, but there are days where I can't believe I married you. This is one of those."

"I love you too?" Lyra responded dryly, poking his face with her good hand.

8. Purchased

It was rare that Silver made a big purchase. His early years were spent in relative luxury, and that had somewhat influenced his tastes throughout his life. However, in current times, Silver tended to save more than he spent.

When an old but glossy-looking motorcycle revved up to the front of the house, Lyra at first didn't believe that it was Silver. He wouldn't buy something that expensive without consulting her first, right?

When the rider stepped off of the cycle and removed his helmet, Lyra laughed with a mixture of shock and anger. "Excuse me? Did you buy a motorcycle?"

Crossing his arms, Silver nodded. "Yup. I bought it off Blue Oak for like 10,000 Pokedollars. He didn't actually know how to drive it and couldn't stand the humiliation."

"Silver, we get around by Pokémon, not some…vehicle…" she trailed off. There was something admittedly sexy about Silver in that stupid leather jacket with a helmet under his arm. Also, his stupid, mussed up helmet hair was far too sexy. It was distracting. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "We don't need a motorcycle."

"Do you want to go for a ride?" Silver asked.

Lyra looked at it dubiously. He raised an eyebrow, shaking out his hair. Dammit. "Okay, sure. But we're not going that fast. Or that far. And you better have two helmets."

Three hours later, in the dark of night, Silver pulled up to the curb. Lyra hopped off the motorcycle, yanking her helmet off of her head and laughing loudly. "That was amazing."

"'We don't need a motorcycle'," Silver said mockingly.

Lyra tossed the helmet to him. "You're a good driver. Teach me sometime?"

" 'Silver, we get around by Pokémon, not some…vehicle…" Silver responded, catching the helmet easily. He had pushed up the visor of his own helmet to give Lyra that smug look.

"Yeah, all right, I was wrong. You were right. That was fun," she grumbled.

Silver approached her, pushed his helmet back and kissed her forehead. "Stubborn brat."

She tried to scowl, but she smiled instead the minute his lips touched her forehead. Lyra tugged his helmet back down over his face and headed back inside.

9. Film

"You're booking out of here in a hurry. Usually you stay around and do paperwork. I mean, we had three challengers today, and usually you stay late to calculate their battle stats and league ranking," remarked Karen as Lyra quickly shoveled her belongings into her bag and set her Pokeballs on the healing machine nearby.

Lyra glanced at the Elite Four member. "Tomorrow. Silver and I have a date night tonight."

Karen made a sound of approval in the back of her throat. As Lyra tossed her bag over her shoulder and gathered up her freshly-healed Pokémon, Karen asked, "What are you guys doing that you're leaving in such a hurry?"

"Oh, well, it's just a movie night in, honestly, but I live for that sort of thing. We're both so busy all the time," Lyra remarked, dancing anxiously from foot to foot. As much as she liked Karen and enjoyed their conversations, she had a husband to get home to!

Karen brushed her hair over one shoulder. "What movie?"

"Oh, probably something we'll both enjoy. No idea," Lyra said hurriedly. Darting from the room, she waved to a rather nonplussed Karen. "See you tomorrow!"

Upon arriving home, Lyra flew through the front door. "Silver! I'm here! What movie did you get?"

In the living room, Silver was crouched in front of the DVD player. "Perfect timing. I got the movie we wanted to see a few months ago and never actually went to see it."

Lyra's eyes flashed. She locked eyes with her husband. "You mean…?"

"Yes. I do." He tossed her the DVD case as he hooked up the player to the television. "Mighty Death Battle 2: Blood Vengeance. Double the fighting."

Lyra laughed with fiendish glee. Setting the case on the table, she ran to the kitchen. "I'm making popcorn! Don't start without me! I don't want to miss anything!"

10. Books

The phone was ringing. Lyra had her hands tied somewhat, surrounded by yarn and fabric from her crocheting, and she glanced at Silver, who was sitting close to the phone. He had his nose in a book, reading glasses askew on his nose, and Lyra sighed. "Silver. Phone."

He wasn't paying attention. Again. His eyes didn't move from the page. Lyra groaned and shimmied out of the long tangles of yarn and rushed to the phone just before it stopped ringing. "Hello?" she said breathlessly, looking daggers at her husband.

"It's me! Kris! I just about hung up; I didn't think anyone was going to answer," said her friend on the other end. "Please don't tell me I was interrupting anything."

Lyra exhaled a puff of air and rolled her eyes. "I was knitting. Silver is sitting like four feet away from the phone, but apparently the book is too good to save his wife the embarrassment of tripping over her yarn while running to the phone."

Kris mulled this over for a moment before asking, "Wait. Silver reads books? Like, for fun?"

"Yeah. He has like eight different pairs of reading glasses," she said. There was still no visible response from Silver.

Kris seemed to whistle on the other end. "I never would have guessed. When did this happen?"

"When we first started dating a few years ago, he started ranting about how Red got all of the credit for taking down Team Rocket when I got basically none. I threw him a book and said 'Go read a book or something' and he hasn't stopped since," Lyra said, shooting him another look.

The girls went through a conversation—Kris was complaining about how there was little Pokegear Reception in the wilderness where she researched—and said their goodbyes. As Lyra stumped back to her knitting, Silver said, "I had kind of forgotten about that. So you're the one responsible for ruining my eyesight."

Lyra glanced back at him, about to retort sharply, but he was still focused on his book. He had looked up for one second simply to blame Lyra for his need of reading glasses. What nerve! "You're lucky you're cute," Lyra muttered, grabbing her needles.

Of course, he didn't respond to that. Unable to help rolling her eyes and smiling a bit, she returned to work on her scarf.

Hello, it is I...the frenchiest fry. Lol jk you know who I am by now.

Lyra and Silver are up to more shenanigans. Don't tell me they wouldn't watch horrible B movies with excessive violence and bad effects. Mighty Death Battle 2: Blood Vengeance is not a real film; just wanted something totally ridiculous sounding for Lyra to watch.

I have one more set of these to put up at some point, but I currently have other projects to work on...huehuehue...

I hope everyone had a good Christmas/New Year's/whatever else you had going on!