The fresh scent of roses drifted to her nose and she smiled, leaning back into the wicker chair and admiring her work. The flowers in the garden were in full bloom and only within minutes of being planted. Above her the blue sky and warm sun smiled down on the small cottage which was hidden in a large clearing in the woods, hidden from the human world. She reached down and gently stroked the head of the massive dog at her feet. The Great Dane's tail wagged as he rested his head on her lap.
"Damia," a voice called. "We're out of sugar again."
A smile played across her cherry lips and she brushed her golden brown locks from her face. "Well if you weren't addicted to tea then maybe we'd still have some," she joked as a man with a green hue to his skin and hair walked down the gravel path.
"Will you run to the store and get some," he asked. After living together for the past year and a half, Mortimer Toynbee had gotten used to asking his wife for things. It had taken time for him to adjust to someone doing things for him, the same could be said about Damia.
"Why don't we just ask our neighbors for some," Damia nodded in the direction of the X-mansion which was situated about a mile away. "It'll be a nice stroll through the woods." Her husband looked somewhat uncomfortable at the idea. "Alright, I'll go to the store." Damia knew her husband didn't like going to the mansion where his former enemies resided and he hated going into town even more.
He and the dog followed her into the cottage where she checked the cabinets for anything else she might need to get. He watched her with his black eyes as she grabbed the keys.
"I'll be back," she said before turning for the door.
She had just opened the door and was about to step out when two hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. Damia laughed and rested her head against the body behind her while she entwined her fingers with the green ones around her mid-section.
"Don't I get a kiss," whispered a heavily accented voice in her ear.
Tilting her head back she looked up at the mischievously smiling face. As always, her heart skipped a beat when their lips met. It was like heaven for her but she pulled back quickly while laughing.
"What," Mortimer asked with mock innocence as his wife narrowed her eyes at him.
Damia said, "Mort, I know you well enough to know that when you slip me the tongue you want to hit the sack."
His grin widened as he pulled her closer. "The bloody tea can wait," he said as he effortlessly scooped her up into his arms. His clammy, green tinted skin tingled where Damia's pale flesh touched him. It was a sensation he never tired of.
As the bedroom door closed the Great Dane whined and plopped down on the floor. It would be a few more hours before he got fed.
Okay, I hope you're satisfied. I know I'm not the only one who has wondered what a french kiss from Mortimer would be like. Ah! I'm drooling again!!
Oh dear. The plot bunnies are back and they're hungry for a sequel. Ooooh yeah! I've already got the end of that worked out. You'll all have to wait until I can work the rest of it out. MWHAHAHAHA!!!!