"No. No. No. There no Damned way that I will allow that scoundrel into this house"
We stood in the middle of our room. Our friendly discussion had interrupted the process of changing out of our working costumes. Emerson's shirt was open down the front, his eyes blazed and his lip was curled. I was wearing only my combinations and my black hair was straggling out of its net.
"Come now, Emerson see reason. He hasn't done anything to deserve your-"
"Hasn't done anything? Hasn't DONE ANYTHING?"
"I admit that wasn't the best choice of words, but never the-"
"Attempted seduction of my wi-"
"Really Emerson that was years-"
"Amelia-"
"Emerson-"
We glared at each other trying to regain our breath. I am, dear reader, ashamed to admit I was becoming frustrated. It was essential that Sethos come to the house so I could question him about the latest developments. Then an idea struck me. Dare I use it, my most lethal and unfair advantage? The situation was grave… and sometimes the ends did justify the means.
"Please?" I said pressing close to him, looking up into his brilliant eyes, and opening mine as wide as I could. I stuck out my bottom lip for good measure.
Emerson's mouth worked silently, his eyes never leaving mine. He stared for a least a full minute, before, with a groan, he turned and collapsed face-first on the bed.
"I don't know why I bother arguing with you Peabody" came his muffled voice "You always win"
I looked down at him, my heart heavy. I enjoyed our shouting match and rarely 'cheated' by using my feminine charm. But I felt that it was imperative that Sethos stay with us while he was in Luxor. I sat down next to Emerson.
I'm sorry my dear" I said rubbing small circles on his back with my right hand.
"You should be. Brow beating your poor suffering spouse into submission and using unfair advantages to top it off…"
I planted a lingering kiss on Emerson's shoulder before crossing over to my dressing table to extract the remainder of my hairpins from my head.
"Quite right. I am a horrible wife and should be banished, or keel-hauled at the very least" I said in a teasingly.
Emerson came up behind me and gathered my loosened hair in his hands.
"I don't know about keel hulling but any apology might be in order"
I turned into his arms. Emerson's eyes had taken on a familiar gleam.
"I think I can manage that" I said softly. I kissed his ear and down his jaw. I slide my hands up his now-bear chest and locked them behind his neck. My lips traveled along Emerson's jaw line He smelled warm, like Egyptian dessert, sun, and the fresh wooden planks he had helped the men place in the tomb that day. One of his hands worked its way into my hair and the other encircled my lower back. Emerson took control. His he kissed me ardently, pressing my body into his, molding my lips around his. I let out a soft moan. Emerson scoped me up and carried me to the bed.
Quite a while later I laid in the confortable circle of Emerson's arms. "Your apology was exquisite Peabody. You're forgiven"
"Thank you my dear" I said nestling closer to him.
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