-Mornings on Earth-
Who knew that battling him for years on end would create an end result such as the specimen that was now Mephisto. His well-sculpted body had been trained to it's limits and beyond for the past few years, transforming the once skinny little kid into a force to be reckoned with.
There were many things that Talia loved about this man that she was going to share eternity with.
She loved how excited he would get about being able to dance in their house to the music on the radio, no matter what it was.
She admired how his hands were so rough when it came to practicing his magic, fixing the tile flooring in the master bathroom, or cracking six eggs at the same time; but how they were so soft when he held her in his arms, caressing her dark locks between his digits.
She appreciated his unkept hair every morning as he lay with the maroon tresses sprawled out against the grey cotton pillowcase in the most haphazard of ways.
However, as thye caramel-skinned beauty turned over under the covers to greet her husband with a jovial, "Good morning,", she was sadly greeted instead with an empty left side of the bed.
She sat up under the covers, alarm rising in her blood upon seeing his absence.
She slowly rose from the mattress, slipping on a light, silk robe onto her shoulders and over her baby blue camisole.
Tiptoeing her way towards the kitchen, she couldn't help but recognize the scent of bacon, the sound of it sizzling getting stronger with every step she took.
She took in a deep breath as she rounded the corner, her cheeks flaring at the sight that stood before her.
She swallowed as she took in the sight of her husband.
He wistled amiably, blissfully unaware to his wife's presence as he flipped a pancake in the pan he was slaving over, his arm muscles constricting beautifully as he did so.
Talia stared at the wonderfully sculpted bare back of her young husband, her amber orbs trailing down the muscles that disappeared into his lime green pajama pants that were hanging dangerously low around his slim hips. His dark wine-colored locks were divinely mussed, sticking out in the most absurd of ways.
And yet, he had never looked so handsome to the native Xerian.
She leaned against the wall, smiling warmly at the man who was meticulously creating a plate for what she could only assume was herself.
Suddenly, without warning, the man stood before her, offering her the plate of three pancakes sprinkled with powdered sugar and surrounded by a wreath of bacon.
"Morning Beautiful," he whispered in his husky morning voice, bringing an even darker tinge to his wife's cheeks.
He placed a light peck to her cheek before he returned to the kitchen as mysteriously as he had appeared in front of her.
She blinked at the sudden contact and loss of it, touching her cheek softly at the memory of the feel of his soft lips caressing her skin.
Talia soon broke from her revery and joined him in the kitchen, watching with rapt attention as he created a plate for himself and joined her at the kitchen's island.
She stared at him as he cut his pancakes, placing a larger-than-necessary bite into his mouth and sighing at the flavors.
"What?" he asked in the middle of his third bite, his cheeks bulging from the food.
Talia shook her head, the corners of her mouth turning upwards slightly.
"Nothing. I was just- nothing," she hesitated, deciding to take a bite of her own food. She moaned in satisfaction as the differentiating tastes mingled together on her tongue. Where had Mephisto learned to cook, much less cook like this?
As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into the bright olive orbs of her husband as he leaned across the counter.
She could feel the heat returning to her face as she stared into the marvelous eyes of the man across from her, his head tilting to the side in curiosity.
A mischievous smile started to make it's way across his face then, one that Talia had learned to be wary of.
"Mephisto… I know that look. What are you plotting in that head of your's?" she asked him, backing away from the man.
He quickly turned towards the stove, retrieving something from beside it on the counter. He raised said item for Talia to see; she paled.
"No. Mephisto," Talia warned him as he approached her, a predatory smile on his features.
He showed her the remote as he approached her, pressing the power button and causing a lovely symphony of music to instantly fill the small house.
Talia rose from her seat, beginning to back up from the taller man who continued his approach.
He shocked her however with what he did next.
"May I have this dance, Mi'Lady?" he asked her, bowing at the waist. He tilted his head upwards to gauge her reaction, his smirk still plastered to his face.
Talia hesitated, but eventually consented by placing her hand in his own outstretched one.
Mephisto pulled her to himself, placing his hand on her waist as she placed her own on his bare shoulder. The pair instantly broke into an elegant waltz, a precious moment passing between the couple as they found themselves lost in each others arms, their gazes captured by the person across from them.
The harmony of the group drifted through the house as the pair gracefully glided upon the tile flooring, Talia in her robe and pajamas and Mephisto clad only in his favorite pair of plaid pajama pants. They weren't fancy, but each step was executed with perfection, the slow tempo of the music coming to a crescendo and bringing the duo to their climax, Mephisto pulling his wife flush against himself, leaning his forehead against hers as he finished off the dance. He pressed a kiss into her dark hair with all the love he had floating through his veins.
He lowered his gaze back to her golden orbs, a soft kiss given to her awaiting lips.
"I love you," he whispered against her rosy lips.
"And I love you," she replied, a warm smile gracing her facial features.
She blushed furiously as she pressed her face into his bare chest, thankful that this wonderful, incredible, practically perfect specimen of a man belonged to her.
And her alone.