Disclaimer: Cupid belongs to the world, not me. Strife belongs to Cupid, not me. The version of both these characters belong to rich TV people, not me.
Note: This is for Christine. Hugs to her, and to Carrie who betaed this for me.


A Domestic Conversation





"Wait a minute! I think I've figured it out now."

_Blank look_

"You're not keeping clothes at my place 'cause you've ran out of closet space?"

_Slow shake of blond head_

"Bliss doesn't have a room here to be close to his grandpa?"

_Another shake_

"The reason you stay over night isn't 'cause my bed is more comfortable that yours?"

_Slow shake, biting lip_

"There's a portrait of 'Dite in the living room, isn't there?"

_Tentative nod_

"You keep your arrows in my armory, don't you?"

_A nod and a leer_

"And that couch used to be in your temple."

_Another nod_

"And I'm pretty sure I didn't use to have curtains."

_An indulgent smile_

"And I sure as Tartarus didn't use to have flower pots... Cupid, are we living together?

_A smile and a nod_

"Damn it, Cupid!"

_A flinch, big sorrowful eyes and a shivering under lip_

"You've gotta tell me stuff like that! You know how I suck at this relationship crap!"

_A big hopeful smile_

"I'm completely clueless about this stuff, so you gotta show me how to do it, so I don't screw it up! You should know that by now!"

_Big leer, shiny happy eyes_

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

_Pounce, big hug, some fondling, long kiss_

_Long kiss_

_Long kiss_

_Long kiss_

"Okay, enough of this sappy shit. I have to stir up some trouble for Unc'."

_Gentle kiss on love god's forehead_

"See ya tonight. And, Cupes, prepare the Hephaestian chains and the whipped cream."

_Thud_

The End