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"Your wife's on the line."
Leon flipped through the inventory packet, making sure the revised list was accurate this time. Plus, he had added a special order for his own house that was missing. His eyes skimmed the last portion before answering his cousin.
"Put her through."
There was a moment of waiting as Rosetta transferred before he heard heavy breathing on the other end. He quirked a brow at the speaker phone. It was his wife, right?
"Sora?"
"Hey. Just a sec."
There was a rustling sound, some laughter and then she was back on.
"Sorry, ran into my jogging buddy. I invited her and her husband to our house warming party this weekend. Is that ok?"
"That's fine. Were you jogging?"
"Nah. I only do that in the mornings. I was doing a routine in our gym. I was getting the mail when I saw my friend and I ran over to her. Our drive way is ridiculously long." She lightly laughed. "And before you get in a huff, yes, I put your weights back in place. Exactly where you left them."
He closed his mouth. That was what he was going to ask. The workout room was a decent size, but not enough to fully dance and lift weights at the same time. Last time, she had pushed aside all of his equipment without putting it back in place. Trying to find his matching weights had been a hassle. He honestly didn't understand why she would separate the pairs. They were slowly trying to understand each other's pet peeves. In understanding each other, they hoped their trust would grow as well. She also believed more communication would help, hence the phone calls.
"What time you coming home today?"
"6, if traffic is not bad."
"Good, 'cause we're going on a date. My friend Anna's back in town for a show. I thought maybe you'd be interested."
He circled a mistake and then turned the page. "She was the one that gave you the springy snakes?"
"You still haven't forgotten that? Aww, poor baby," she cooed. "Got the wrong kind of action."
"Initially." He grinned, though she could not see it. "I also recall you begging."
"Before or after you were moaning and groaning my name? 'Cause honestly, that fillled the whole night."
"I'm not certain." He flipped a page. "It was a little hard to focus with your teeth in my shoulder."
"...Did it hurt that much? I can stop biting."
He blinked at that and then shook his head. "Contrary to your incorrect assumptions, I am not frail." His hand went over his left shoulder, the little bruises where her teeth had dug in now a faint color. "I can handle anything you do."
"But if you don't like it -"
"Did I say I disliked it?"
On the other end, her cheeks heated up. "No you didn't." She bit her lower lip. He would be the type to say if he hated it. "Got a masochistic streak in you?"
"If you have a sadistic one."
She laughed and then a comfortable silence came over the phone. He put the packet aside in a bin for further review and then went into his emails. There was a new message from Alen.
"You were my first."
His finger paused in clicking the email. "Truly?"
"Well, I guess technically no. But Ken came like not even a minute into it so we really didn't get far." She sighed. "That had to have been the most awkward night of my life. I was sore and we didn't even do anything."
"..."
"In any case, I consider you my first."
"I am..." Pause. He actually didn't know what to say to that. "I was simply surprised given your...enthusiasm for intercourse."
"I was shy of the idea at first since we kind of didn't really know each other. Then I was like, 'he's your husband so why not?'"
"Indeed," he chuckled. "It was my duty to introduce you to pleasure."
"You're my muse." She lightly grinned, plopping down on their new couch. "So who was your first?"
"What makes you think it's not you?"
"Seriously? You know the female anatomy."
He primly sniffed. "I'm not a womanizer."
"I'm not saying you're a man whore, but I'm sure you've been with at least another gal before me."
"I do not see how this is relevent."
"Oh come on. I told you my embarrassing story!"
"...I was halfway through college," he cleared his throat, at least glad they weren't face to face. "May was...similar to you. Just as stubborn and nosy. Same height, now that I think about it."
"I'm not nosy. I'm trying to learn about my husband. So..."
"We did it in the back of her car."
"Oh hoho! In public, you little rascal. What else? I feel like there's more to it."
He sighed. She was starting to understand him a little too well.
"The parking lot security of her complex saw the car moving and figures tussling around." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "He pulled out his gun and ordered me to get out."
"Wait wha- did he think you were assaulting her?"
"Yes."
"But why?"
"I...had gotten on her hair, which made her shriek as the patrol came around."
Cough. "So...you had to get out with your pants down and Leon Jr. sticking in the air?"
"...Yes."
"Well. *cough, cough* that is certainly a story. But I'm sure it...*cooough* wasn't as bad as...*snicker* oh what the hell. That must have been freaking embarrassing! AHAHAHA!"
He waited a little while for her to calm down.
"-AHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Sora..."
"HAHAHA...! Sorry! So So-rr-yyy...hehehehe! Oh I can't. I just can't! Ahahaha!"
"If that is all you are going to do..."
"I'll stop. I'll - I'll stoooop..heheh...eheh..heh. Dead puppies. Dead puppies and dead kitties lying in a ditch...whew! Man. I had not expected that. Woo..."
He typed a reply back to Alen's question while his wife regained her senses.
"Hey."
"Hn."
"Since we're getting things out there...I think Yuri tried to contact me."
"...When?"
"The morning after the reception. But I don't actually know if it was him. I got a new phone so not all of my contacts were transferred over." She softly exhaled. "He might have...wanted us to meet still."
His back stiffened. "As in -"
"Like when we were going out, I'm guessing. He's incredibly selfish that way."
"Then why did you date him?"
"He has this undeniable charm," she muttered, "a great smile. Nice eyes. Makes you feel like you're the only woman for him." Her finger trailed along the cushion. "Obviously, that was an act. But he's a very convincing conman. And you? What drew you to Layla?"
"...Similar tastes. Good listener. Graceful." Pause. "Made me feel like I was the only one that could match her wits."
"Mm. Brains and beauty. Powerful combo."
"It is." He looked at his cell phone on the desk, looking at the missed call. "She is reaching out to me as well. I can only assume for a similar reason as Yuri is to you."
"How stupid." She closed her eyes. "We're lucky."
"How so?"
"We're not hidden sex slaves," she joked. Then, she smiled widely. "We are no longer under their power. Or else I'd be his side chickie and you her manservant."
"Why would I be a servant?"
She shrugged. "You'd look good in a butler suit."
"Hm. I think the maid outfit would suit you better."
"Tease!"
"Says the one putting the image in my head."
"I didn't say I'd be a maid with a short, black skirt with ruffles and fishnet stockings and high heels that complement my legs."
"..."
"Well, now I did."
"Halloween is coming..."
"Don't you finish that sentence Oswald. I already told you, I'm not your maid!"
"...This is true."
"Hey, cheer up. There are like a ton of skanky costumes to choose from."
He quirked a brow. "You would dress up whatever I chose?"
"As long as I get to pick your outfit."
He weighed the pros and cons. "That is acceptable."
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AN: A little relationship back story from both of them. haha. XD
