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Gravepainters Month: Food

"Xibalba, where are we going?" La Muerte was currently walking out in front of her husband, but couldn't actually see where she was going since Xibalba's hands were covering her eyes.

"Patience, mi amor, we're almost there." Came the dark god's reply as he was keeping a close eye out to where his wife was walking so that she didn't trip on anything.

La Muerte managed to suppress a small laugh that threatened to come out of her throat, but couldn't stop the wide smile of excitement from breaking out onto her face. Her lover was been awfully mysterious about this special surprise he said he had in store for her. And no amount of pouting or tempting caresses could loosen his lips to tell her what it is.

Finally after what felt like a small eternity, she felt him bring her to a halt.

"Alright, we're here." He removed his hands from her face and she gasped at what she saw.

A little clearing out in the middle of the woods, surrounded by different types of wild flowers and a small river trickling softly close by.

"Ay, Balby..." She clasped her hands together and held them to her chest.

Xibalba smiled, pleased with her reaction and asked, " I take it you remember this place."

"Of course." the goddess drifted farther into the clearing. "It was our own little private getaway."

"Yes, but you should know my surprise isn't over yet."

"Oh?" she turned back around to face him. "And what more could there be?"

The king placed both hands behind his back and when he pulled them back out front, there as a large wicker basket in one of them.

La Muerte was pleasantly surprised. "A picnic?"

"I asked your cooks if they could whip something up for us."

Something dawned on her from what he just said and she placed her hands on her hips, arching an eye ridge at him. "Is that why I wasn't allowed in the kitchen this morning?"

Xibalba let out a sheepish smile. "Guilty as charged. But I only did it because I wanted to surprise you, my dear."

"Well I am and it was very sweet of you to come up with this." La Muerte came up to her husband and kissed him on the cheek, causing a goofy smile to appear on his face. "Thank you."

"Your welcome." He snapped out of his love sick daze. "Shall we?"

His wife nodded and he grabbed the blanket tucked in the basket and moved to lay it out on the grass. Once it was set out, La Muerte sat down on it and Xibalba soon followed. He then sat the basket down beside him and started rummaging through it. He grabbed the plates and piled some of the food onto one of them before handing it to her. La Muerte, who had taking off her sombrero because it was simply too nice of a day to keep it on, took the plate from him and started eating as Xibalba began to work on filling his own plate up.

La Muerte had just finished taking a bite of her empanada when she asked, "I don't suppose you brought something for us to drink along with all of this?"

"As a matter of fact..." Xibalba reached into the basket and pulled out two goblets along with their favorite bottle of wine, sabor de romance. He poured some wine into both glasses before giving her one.

They ate and drank in comfortable silence and all the while La Muerte found herself thinking over how many times they had been to this place and how it had been a while since they had last been here. Although there was one moment she could remember the was her favorite and just thinking about it caused her to laugh.

Xibalba paused from taking a drink and looked at her curiously. "What's so funny?"

" Oh, I was just thinking...do you remember the first time you brought me here?"

"Ah, yes...it seems like such a long time ago."

"It was and if I remember correctly we had a picnic similar to the one we're having now."

"That we did."

She smiled and ran a finger along the rim of her glass. "And I remember how nervous you use to get around me back then.

"Indeed...I ended up spilling wine all over your dress." He cringed at the memory.

"I wasn't angry though. I thought it was cute how flustered you got when that happened."

"If by cute, you mean embarrassing then yes, I agree."

Seeing his plate was empty, Xibalba's hand reached back into the basket and pulled out some grapes. He placed them on his plate before pulling a grape off the stem and popping it into his mouth. La Muerte watched him before a sneaky plan came to mind. She was curious to see if she could make him just as flustered as he had been back then just for old times sakes. Only this time it was going to be a little different.

The queen set her plate down and waited until Xibalba had just put another grape in his mouth before suddenly scooting over and sitting herself onto his lap.

Xibalba jumped, looking rather startled. "My dear what are yo-"

He never got to finish his sentence as La Muerte had looped her arms around his glowing green neck and pulled his head down so that his lips meet hers. He froze for a split second before eagerly returning her kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him and let out a low groan when felt her tongue trace his bottom lip. Xibalba opened his mouth, allowing her to deepen kiss which she wasted no time doing so.

He would have been quite contented to kiss her until time stopped, but eventually she did end up pulling away. It took a couple of moments for him to regain his bearings before he tried to ask, "Mi amor, what was-"

He stopped talking as he got a good look at his wife and saw that grinning at him in a way that showed the grape being held between her teeth. That little minx had stolen the purple fruit right from out of his mouth.

La Muerte laughed at the shunned expression on her husband's face, which looked exactly to how he had looked when he spilled his drink all over her so many years ago, before putting the grape in her mouth and eating it. She then flashed him a playful smile. "What you didn't want to share?"

The goddess looked into the basket and grabbed a small square of chocolate. She put it in her mouth and then took advantage of his gaping look by pressing her lips to his and pushing the chocolate into his mouth with her tongue. Xibalba managed to get his brain working again and when felt the brown treat touch his taste buds, he let it melt in his mouth a bit and curled his tongue around hers, finding that the chocolate added a little more flavor to his wife's already sweet taste.

He leaned back and swallowed what little of the chocolate hadn't melted while humming in pleasure. "And just when I thought you couldn't get any sweeter, mi amor."

La Muerte just laughed and moved to kiss him again when Xibalba put a piece of chocolate into his own mouth to return the favor.