Just a strange little one-shot that popped into my head a while back, and here it is. Read and (of course) review!
Daemon cringed and tried to slink out of the door, but before he could reach it Jaenelle caught his collar and gave him a good yank. That look in her eyes made him whimper. She was irate . . . . no, he decided, she was far past that. He put on his best smile and turned.
"Yes, darling?" He gulped when her expression didn't change.
She snarled at him before throwing something down on the table. She looked pointedly at him, then at the thing on the table. Daemon glanced at it and paled. His golden eyes flicked from the table to his wife and back again. He sent Lucivar an annoyed comment on a spear thread. Prick, you could have warned me.
About what, Bastard? Lucivar asked sweetly.
About being married.
He could almost feel Lucivar fall over into a fit of hysterical laughter. So, I guess she finally got tired of it.
You could say that. Daemon growled.
Take care, Bastard.
Daemon turned his attention back to the woman in front of him. He promptly decided he would tear out Lucivar's lying tongue the next time he saw his half-brother. 'The sweet life' my ass! He snarled to himself.
"This has to stop." She said.
"What does?" The look she gave him made his hairs stand up. He looked at his silver cigarette case sitting on the table. "Why?" When she didn't say anything he started to sweat.
"If you don't . . . ." She let the threat hang for a few moments, long enough for him to panic. "I will never," she put emphasis on the last word, "Sleep with you again."
Daemon flicked a thought at the little case. It hit the bottom of the trash can with such force that it fell over. "Better?" He purred.