"A little too much."

"My dear….perhaps you have too much to drink tonight." Xibalba said slowly as his wife drank the rest of the wine bottle. She let out a small hiccup placing the bottle back on the table, a tint of red apparent on her face. She let out a set of giggles from a joke not being said. Xibalba brow raised at his wife, he knew this might happen. Every once in a while, they have a bottle of wine and she made it habit to drink more than two glasses, something about the sweet taste made it irresistible to her. He invited her for dinner at his castle and the wine was a treat in the end. Now the empty and very expensive bottle, was set to the side as his wife continued to laugh for no reason, while he sat across the table with his throat parched.

He rose from his seat gliding towards his wife.

"Come along, mi amor…you need to lay down." he chuckled throatily. He picked her up bridal-style, letting the hat fall to the floor. La Muerte giggled wrapping her arms around his neck as he took her to his bedroom. She let out a large smile.

"O-oh Balby I'm..hic…fine, you hic worry t-to much, silly." she said, resting her head against his armor. He let out a soft smile putting her down on the bed.

"Of course you are, but I know how you get and a little sleep should get you back to normal." he stated gently.

"B-but hic I'm not hic tired!" she exclaimed, sitting up. "I can't hic sleep…." Xibalba placed his hands gently on her shoulders putting her back down on the bed.

"Try, my love."

She tilted her head at him and let out a playful grin. His eyes widened slightly feeling her hand on his cheekbone. Next thing he was pinned on his back with his wife right on top of him. In any other occasion he would have welcomed it but, his wife was not in a right state of mind and he would not dream of taking advantage of it, but she made it difficult. She circled her finger over his armor playfully as she had a hand under her chin , her elbow propped up against his chest as she leaned in. He leaned back, trying to pull away from her only to feel her hand push against his chest pinning him back down the bed.

"Where are you hic going, balby?" she said seductively running her hand down the side of his armor, grasping the latch that kept it in place. "I thought you hic be happy to earn this type of hic a-attention."

Xibalba gulped, cold sweat running down his face. she ran her hand down his cheek bone, twirling her fingers into his mustache. No, he must remain strong, he would not give into her touch, her beautiful face and her lovely voice that was like honey to his-he slapped himself mentally snapping out of it. He wrapped his fingers around her nimble wrist pulling his hand away from his face, lifting his head up at her.

"La Muerte, you must rest now…" he said with a serious tone. She blinked dumbly at him and frowned. He thought that would make her listen to him before he could respond she had her lips over his. She wrapped her arms possessively around his neck, his eyes went wide as saucers and placed his hands on her shoulder desperately trying to pull her away from him. She pulled away her lips hovering above his letting out another giggle seeing Xibalba holding a half-drunken look on his face.

"oh~you are soooo hic cute, my handsome man." she grinned placing her hands back on his face. Feeling her cool palms on his heated face, his eyes snapped open realizing the situation. He forcefully pulled himself up, throwing La Muerte off of him making her land on her side beside him. She looked at him in surprise and her eyes full of hurt.

"You cruel man!" she cried. "I-I thought you enjoyed it!"

He put his hands out to her apologetically. "P-please, mi amor, this is for the best-!" his hands were quickly slapped away in anger.

"D-don't touch me!" she shouted, she turned away from his crossing her arms childishly. "you selfish man! I hate you!"

"I know you don't mean that." he said softly placing his hands on her shoulders making her lay down on her back. She gave him a pout, as her eyes glossed over. He felt a twinge of guilt as his wife covered her face and began to cry. He sighed heavily lifting himself out of bed, she was drunk, he knows how she acts because its completely opposite from her calm demeanor.

"You don't love me anymore!" she cried out, going to her side facing away from him. Xibalba took a spare blanket from his closet, and placed it gently over her small frame. She sniffed, hiccuping slightly as she rubbed her eyes, suddenly becoming sleepy. She snuggled against the warm blanket and felt Xibalba placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I love you…" he whispered into her ear. She let out a blush and looked at him.

"I-I'm sorry…I did not mean that." she said mournfully. "I do love you….I love you so much." he let out a soft chuckle running his hand through her hair. She blinked at him, continuing to hold a sad frown.

"Mi amor, I know, now please…. go to sleep so that I may leave before temptation gets the better of me."

She let out a hiccup and nodded. She turned away closing her eyes before falling into a deep made himself scarce exiting the bedroom hastily.

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