A smirk graced her lips as she brought the clear, cool glass up to meet them. Swirling the glass, she sipped the contents, savoring the sweet smooth taste as it slid down her throat. Ari gazed out the window at the sun setting between the gently swaying trees, slightly adjusting her silky black housecoat so as to not accidentally expose her bare caramel-colored skin underneath.

It was a quiet evening. Dante and Trish had gone out earlier and still had not yet returned, leaving the house to herself and her love. Glancing down at the dark sapphire on her ring finger, she raised an eyebrow. She knew exactly where he was and what he was up to, it was nothing out of the ordinary. He had not left the house all day, instead opting to immerse himself in deep research.

Passing by him earlier, she glanced over his shoulder to sneak a peek at what the topic was for this week: Ancient hieroglyphics. Shaking her head, she took another sip of her wine. She didn't understand how he could read that stuff for hours on end. Sure, she knew how it felt to be interested in a topic or needing to seek out information to fulfill a further purpose, but that historic stuff always bored her to tears.

She was more of the creative type herself, and when it came to things like history, she just couldn't get into it. He could though, and that was okay; It made him more interesting in her eyes. She thought fondly of a couple of nights ago when she lay in his arms, asking him questions on top of questions about something he had studied. She didn't even really mean to drag it out the way she did. In fact, she knew she wouldn't even remember half of what he was saying, but it fascinated her how much information he had learned in such a short amount of time.

Vergil.

He had so many different quirks and characteristics to him, she wondered if she would be able to explore them all in a lifetime. But there was one specific attribute she was planning to challenge in only a few moments... Downing the remaining drink from her glass, she turned on the faucet, rinsing it out.

Lately she had been noticing that Vergil had been becoming almost ruthless in his teasing of her. And the way his eyes seemed to glitter with accomplishment as a smug smirk slid onto his handsome face right before leaving her breathless and confused, had not gone unnoticed.

Placing her glass in the dish drain she reached to close the window. It was settled, she was about to get her retribution. Surely Vergil needed to be shown that two could play this game. In fact, she was determined that she would prove to him she could play it better...much better.

Turning on her heels and playing with her brown curls, she headed to their bedroom. She knew that it was one thing to merely know her husband's hot spots, but to know exactly how to use them was something totally different. She was confident. Very confident.

If only he knew what was in store for him...

Author's Note: The next chapter of this story will be released on Valentine's day. Stay tuned ;) ~Blair