Hey guys! I know this is my first new story in a while but I hope you guys like it! This is my entry for the Journey-to-the-Past: Anastasia fan club competition! For more information go to .com and ENTER! I'm definitely expecting my fellow Anya/Dimitri writers to participate! (That means you DimitrisDuchess and Championship_Vinyl)
"Ugh…" Anya groaned. "Dimitri would you stop that?!"
Dimitri looked at her with his finger still dangling out of his mouth, halfway covered in saliva. "Stop what?" he asked, his voice muffled by the visitor in his mouth.
"Stop…" she cringed. "Licking the salt off your fingers then sticking your hand back in the bag!"
Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Oh quit being picky!" he deliberately licked each of his salt covered digits and wiggled them in her face. Anya slapped him away. "Besides, you kiss me all the time!"
"That's completely different!" Anya protested. "I don't actually see saliva chains running off your lips!"
"That's only because your eyes are closed," he replied slyly.
Anya moved away from him. "You are so infuriating!"
Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Oh and you're not?!"
The red head spun around to face her husband angrily. "Yes! I know I am! So, why did you marry me then?!"
"Because I love you, Genius!" he shouted.
"Well, I love you too, Stupid!" Anya exclaimed, pushing him back by his chest.
"I'm the stupid one?!"
"Are you saying that I am!"
"Yeah maybe I am!"
"WELL THANK YOU, OH DARLING HUSBAND!" Anya shouted sarcastically.
"YOUR WELCOME!!!!!!!" Dimitri retorted. Anya stalked to their bedroom and slammed the door. "S-so… I'm guessing you won't want any more potato chips?!" he called.
Anya opened the door again. "We're soooo buying separate bags next time!" she slammed it again.
"I'm guessing that's a no!" he chuckled and dove into the bag. "Wives…" he shook his head.
Please RR! The first 10 reviewers gets a cookie!!!! ^.^