"Diane, is there something you want to tell me?" Kurt asked,slipping up behind her in the kitchen. No one but his wife would have noticed the supressed amusement in his voice, but she certainly did.

"Ha!" she exclaimed, knowing exactly what he was getting at. She closed the drawer abruptly. "Nope."

"Maybe something that starts with 'You were' and ends with something that rhymes with 'night'?"

"Drop it, McVeigh," she advised affably, opening the next drawer down and rummaging through it, eventually pulling out a corkscrew with a triumphant flourish. Turning on her heel, she grabbed the bottle of wine from the counter and tried to rejoin their guests in the living room.

"Not so fast," he said, stretching one arm out to block the doorway, and wrapping the other around her waist, pulling her to him. He buried his face in her neck as she stood there fidgeting impatiently, but not attempting escape.

"You're having fun," he accused, he voice muffled by her hair. "Admit it. You like them."

"I most certainly do not. I'm just being nice for your sake."

"Right. I think you forgot I was even in the room for a good half hour or so."

He had her there, but she wasn't about to admit to having so much fun arguing with his ballistics students, that she had actually forgotten how much she'd been dreading tonight.

"I could never forget you were in the room," she hedged, switching the corkscrew to the same hand as the wine, and then sliding her free hand up his back to tangle in his slightly-too-long hair. She pressed her body more closely against his and grinned in satisfaction at his audible groan.

"Maybe it's time to wrap this party up," he suggested, his own hands moving lower.

"Hmm," she said. "I would. But like you said, I'm having fun." And with that, she twisted out of his arms and headed back to the living room, leaving him shaking his head, a bemused half-smile on his lips. Maybe being right wasn't all it was cracked up to be.