"Get that away from me." Cleo said, glaring at the s'mores and sriracha cake.
Deuce learned not to be hurt when Cleo was in her 'royalty' mood. "You love my baking."
"Twenty pounds ago!" Cleo said, poking at the soft muffin top he'd given her. "This is your fault and I am swearing off your cooking for the rest of eternity!"
Deuce laughed sarcastically, "Babe, you are not going to starve yourself on lemon-water or eating out- not even for a week!"
"I don't plan to, I hired a new home chef." The mummy informed her husband. The gorgon dropped the plate.
Two young dragons walked into the room. They saw the two older monsters having a staring but that was nothing new to them.
"Dad, why is there broken plate on the floor?" Raziya DeNile-Gorgon asked Deuce.
Her sister Melpomene 'Meme' rolled her eyes, "Hello, there's this new thing called gravity."
"Little ones, Daddy and I are having a grown-up conversation so I ask you please go in your play room. Meme, I expect to hear improvement on your violin today." Cleo said to her children.
Meme snorted some smoke out of he nose as she slowly stomped to the playroom. Her sister followed her, planning to redress her dolls before she gave them away to make room for new ones. Cleo snapped for a servant to clean up Deuce's reaction.
"You are not feeding my kids food from another chef." Deuce said to his wife. His snakes were combed over his head still hissed sharply.
"Fine I won't, our babies are in perfect health. Their scales are shiny and their softness is precious. This-" Cleo said pinching her waist line, "-is not precious. You feed them differently!"
"I made what you what you asked for," The gorgon said. He walked up and stroked his wife's hip, "and I liked watching you eat it all."
The mummy's hand was laced with rings, they slightly scratched Deuce's hand when she brushed him away, "Try to get stone-hard to me exercising cause when I come home cause it's all I'll be doing until I'm my ideal weight."
"Cleo, I'd do you in an acid rain in an alley so I don't-"
Cleo held up a hand to shut him up. "Keep your sweet nothings silent until this Ghoul Queen fits into her fearleading outfit again."
Six weeks later Cleo arrived home from a work trip abroad. The stars were weak that school night. The mummy walked into her bedroom, it was empty. She walked to her daughters' shared room; they each had their own but liked staying close. Cleo couldn't relate to loving a sister-relationship personally but considered it was a friendship she could compare it with her closest friends.
The ghouls were asleep in their respective bedroom. Good little princesses, Cleo thought as she watched them sleep. It was past the witching hour and Cleo knew Deuce wouldn't still be at the restaurant. She went out to their balcony pool. He was leaning back in a chair watching a video on his iCoffin DX.
Cleo looked over his shoulder to watch video!Meme wave down from a very high tree.
"Ra damn me if that isn't your child." Cleo said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"When she came down she raised her nose and said, 'psh, wasn't that hard.'" Deuce imitated her hand pushing back long hair and looking so smug.
"They were meant to be ours." Cleo said as if stating the most profound secret of the sphinx.
"No secret there." Deuce said as he rubbed his wife's back.
Cleo lifted his hand off her love handles but held on to him. "Not yet, there is still a lot of work to be done down there."
Deuce sighed. "I don't get how the hottest woman in history could have such a hang up about a little fluff."
Her daughters were sleeping so Cleo held in a scream. "It is not 'a little fluff'! You have to say those things because you're my husband but that doesn't mean-"
"What does a little extra curve really mean Cleo? Really?"
"This is not how I see myself, this is not how I want to be seen. I run at the top of industry and am a fashion icon, I'm the face a million monsters worship! They need a strong, fit leader to blaze like the sun, not a blob the rest of the universe is caught in the orbit of. " Cleo explained, and she was relieved it didn't sound silly outloud.
The gorgon wanted to say something to convince her she was wrong to consider everyone else's opinions. Actually that wasn't the problem. He knew Cleo focused most on her own opinion so this was her speaking from her insecurity crown. He didn't outgrow strategy board games and she didn't outgrow the idea she needed the body of a twenty-one year old.
Deuce pulled her closer, dragging her heels on the stone a bit. Cleo rolled her eyes as he kissed the space between her stomach and vagina.
"You do you, babe, but you're my Queen everyday." His long snakes went against her dress, nibbling under her breasts.
"I'm really not in the mood," Cleo said, feeling blood begin to race.
Deuce's mouth gnawed at the dress, gently delighting the skin and nerves.
The mummy wasn't going to give in; she stood there enjoying the affection without giving any back. "You can try all night and it'll only be you loving me."
Cleo was aggravated when his hands grabbed her overly ample bottom. Her embarrassment heated and turned to warmth when his thumbs cradled her extra inches. I would've never married him if he had hang ups about my weight, Cleo thought. Looking back a lot of fun mornings were breakfasts in bed, I remember that one time he brought saucers of creams and my fav Dutriez jam, it was a sunny day and it was so hot when we… wait a second!
"You like feeding me." Cleo said as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Doy. "Yeah, I like feeding all monsters. It's fun. With you it's very fun."
You only need to eat once a week, damn reptile genes. I know you swallow food during dinner parties but that's good manners. Ironic you love food anyway. So unfair you're all muscle decades after high school, Cleo thought with annoyance.
Cleo pushed back his head to look at his face, "Is it a kink for you to see me eat a lot?"
Deuce smiled guiltily, "Sometimes. You like watching me bench press, it's like that."
"Oh my Ra, you want me to be fat!" Cleo accused.
Deuce jumbled his words then decided to say, "Please don't kill me."
Cleo stared at him with lava in her eyes. Deuce felt it could melt his sunglasses.
"You are stone cold," Deuce said, two hours later, with his wife's plump body pressing on top of him.
Her linen bandages were stressing against her rolls of flesh. Cleo had her hands curled around Deuce's wrists on their pillows. The snakes were squeezing between their sticky bodies, twisting under Cleo's cleavage as if digging into to the center of her heart.
"I feel like the pyramid of Giza who's crushing you." Cleo said, smiling widely as her head rested under her husband's chin.
"Crush me again before the ghouls wake up?" Deuce panted. He like how there was almost too much of Cleo to grab, it was a new unlife goal to feel and bite every dimple.
"How long would it take you to make your double-chocolate-chip bread pudding with scary-berry sauce?" Cleo asked as her fingers slowly traced her husband's deltoids and biceps.
"Fire Chef What's-his-name and I'll start now. Or when the blood goes back to my head." Deuce said, though he was still thirsty for his wife's sweet nectar.
Cleo kissed his pectoral muscle and jumped onto the floor. Deuce was wearing his special contacts and felt slightly hard as she bounced all over.
"I will when you promise you that after every fattening meal you make me you will burn off the calories yourself. No matter when or where we are." Cleo demanded, her finger tip running up from his circumcision to his eight pack.
"I promise." Deuce said, he grabbed his chuckling Cleo by her sizable waist and pulled her back into bed. Cleo loosened a bandage on her arm and kept it in two hand behind Deuce's head as he gnawed on her breasts. Behind Cleo's back the gorgon's arm made a fist and punched the air in victory.
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Author's note, this is a future setting of after college when they're both adults with jobs and kids. Yes they adopted. Whether because Cleo is trans or a female Mummy can't reproduce after 6,000 years is up to you reader. Either way, I think they'd like having dragon kids; they remind Cleo of her friend Jinafire and Deuce is open to liking anyone cute yet fiery.