First off...otakugirl88 thanks for the review! Kind of ironic too, considering I had this Spirit x Death lined up to be the next chapter. Anyway, hope you enjoy. :)

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Lord Death held a book in one hand, the other holding a spoon and idly stirring his coffee, which was probably lukewarm by now. His gaze was much more focused on the pages of his book, not really paying much attention to anything else. Which was why he didn't realize Spirit had walked in until warm hands slid over the thin sleeves of his white dress shirt. He would later say he didn't yelp, and threaten Spirit with bodily harm if he said otherwise. For now...

"A warning would've been nice." Death turned to glare at the redhead, thumping him in the chest with his book; just hard enough to get him to move away and give the reaper some space. Spirit only snickered, taking a step back to lean against the marble island, elbows bumping the fruit bowl.

"Yeah, but at least I got your attention on something that's not that damn book." He scrunched up his nose at the use of the profanity, placing his book down next to his forgotten coffee (which was cold now). He straightened his shirt sleeves, pretending to ignore his lover; this way when he swept forward to catch him in a kiss Spirit was the one making a rather embarrassing noise. Death pulled away with a satisfied laugh, reddish golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You're worse than a child sometimes, you know that, right?" The weapon grumbled, stepping forward to trap the slightly shorter man between himself and the counter. His half hearted words only got him a soft hum and a warm smile, so different from his cold skin. Spirit leaned forward, pressing his lips to Death's temple, trailing soft kisses down to his jawline. Pulling away, only enough to see the now flushed face of the god, hot breath billowing out onto the other man's neck.

"But I suppose I'm worse." He murmured against Death's mouth, making the reaper shiver. The redhead withdrew with the faintest of smiles on his usually expressive face, reluctant to pull away so soon; his lover would probably want to get back to his work. And he had promised Patty that he'd help her with her math homework...

A gentle, cool hand pushing his hair from his face ripped him from these thoughts, and he glanced down at the smiling God.

"Come on, I'm tired and I need my heater to sleep." Death placed his untouched coffee into the sink, tucked his book under his arm, and grabbed Spirit's hand to lead him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. He knew there was a pile of work waiting for him in his study, but that same pile would be there later, and right now his lover was more important than some silly paperwork.

Plus, being in Spirit's arms, warm and surrounded by gangly limbs, being able to hear and feel his own heartbeat match the redhead's...that beat the risk of falling behind every damn time.