"A little distraction" (Xibalba and La Muerte Drabble)

La Muerte sat on the middle of her queen sized bed. Flipping a page of the novel she was reading letting out a contented smile. She was able to take a day to relax from her duties as ruler of the land of the Remebered. She had her hat on top of a table next to her, letting her hair flow freely and without feeling weight from the heavy sombero.
She ran her delicate fingers through her thick mass of black as she turned anouther page.
A floorboard creaked interuppting La Muerte of her reading her eyes furrowed, hearing a sharp wind pass by to behind a pillar that kept her roof up.

"I know it's you, Xibalba." She said boredly. She turned a page. Xibalba leaned out holding a small frown.

"I could never suprise you, my dear." He admitted gliding out of his hiding place, with his hands behind his back. "Oh wait….what's this?" His hand shot out holding a bouquet of dead roses as he held a grin. She gave him a glance before turning to her book.

"Thank you, mi amore please put them with the others…" She said, her thumb pointing behind her shoulder. His head turned to her night stand to see the other bouquets he gave her, some with its petals all gone and dead leaves decorating the floor. He glided over placing the bouquets in the middle of the pile. He turned back to her expecting an award, he usually gets a peck on the cheek bones or an embrace, or if he was real lucky, both. She did not make the effort to look at him.
"You may go, Xibalba-" she said waving her hand. He gave her a small frown as he glided up beside her.

"What? That's it?" He questioned. She nodded slowly, moving the book away from him. "I thought that we might spend the day together…" He said, tapping his index fingers against each other.

"Yes… But I must finish this book." She replied, turning a page. He let out a scowl.

"Why is that book more important than me?" He whined childishly. She placed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"We always spend time together, Xibalba, we can do that anytime but today I rather stay inside and read….in silence." She emphasized. He let out a huff.

"Then, I shall read with you." He jumped into bed with her, laying on his side behind her. She did not make a motion for him to leave giving him the chance to conjur his own novel. He opened the book reading the first paragraph, he glance back at La Muerte seeing her enthrall in her reading. He let out a bored sigh and tried to finish the paragraph. He closed the book abruptly. He wasen't one to read anyway. He laid on his back staring at the ceiling, back at his wife then at the ceiling. He repeated the process in a span of a minute before letting out anouther long exasperated sigh. Only to hear a harsh shh from La Muerte.

"Xibalba!" She scolded. "If you wish to stay you must be silent."
He pressed his lips tightly together, he needed to do something before he could think of one his attention went to La Muerte's hair, at a distance it may appear as normal but in fact it was made out of black licorice. He put out his spinly fingers getting a hold on one of her long strands and put it in between his teeth. He chewed on it methodically, snacking away as he tried to think of something to do. His mouth lurched out feeling the hair being pulled back.

"Xibalba!" La Muerte yelled with annoyance, giving him a harsh glare. "How many times do I need to tell you that my hair is not good for you to consume!?l
He sunk from her gaze, giving her a pout.

"But this is boring! Let's go outside!" He argued gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked away from him going to her book.

"No." She sternly stated. "You do not need to stay if you don't wish to."

"But I want to!…today might be the only day I might see you in a while." He let out a whimper trying to let her see to his way.

"You mean a week?"

"Six days is long, my dear."

"Oh stop, you need a hobby, now hush…"

He crossed his arms seeing her go back to reading. He tapped his fingers methodically against his arm. He lowered his eyes slightly at her, as long as he is with her he has nothing to complain about. He laid his head down going to his side and slept silently.
Until he began to snore.
La Muerte whirled hearing his loud snoring which she thought might have been a boar that found itself in her bedchamber. She let out a scoff seeing her husband sleeping, his mouth open to vocalize his snore.

"Oh Xibalba-" she huffed lifting herself out of bed, setting her book aside, she grabs a pillow setting it under his head, lowering the volume of his snoring when his head is elevated. She rolled her eyes at him but could not help to smile at his attempts to stay by her side.
She gently laid beside him, not wanting to wake him. She laid behind him on her side as her fingers nimbly touches his beard, curling her finger into it. While he laid completely oblivious.

"Ay Balby~" she whispered gently. She leaned her head down giving him a kiss on his cheekbones. "So stubborn that you can't leave me alone for one day…" She giggled slightly. He was such a lonley God, always looking for her for companionship and coming to the land of the Remebered, having bright and lively souls here must make him feel at ease than in his own land. She tilted his head towards her and pressed her lips against his. He shifted slightly against her causing her to pull away. His eyes flickered open to see her smiling gently at him. He smacked his lips, tasting sugar.

"Did you finish your book, my love?" He asked still groggy.

"…yes, but I'm afraid I got tired, do you mind if we just sleep?" She asked resting her head on his chest plate. He let out a yawn placing a hand on her back.

"Of course…just don't snore."