"Oh my gods, it's finally here, the sixty-ninth chapter!" Medb squealed with excitement, her eyes sparkling like gold coins in a pirate's treasure chest. She hopped around the small, cluttered room, her pink hair bouncing around her face as if it were trying to escape her wild energy.

Scáthach looked up from her book, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Is that supposed to be significant?" Her voice was as smooth as a freshly drawn blade, a stark contrast to her wife's effervescence.

Medb froze mid-leap, her eyes wide with excitement. "Don't tell me you don't know, love!"

Scáthach arched a dark crimson brow, setting her book aside with a soft thud. "I'm afraid I don't. Care to enlighten me?"

Kiyo, the author of their tale, couldn't help but snicker in the corner, her blonde hair spilling over her eyes as she scribbled away on her notepad. She knew exactly what Medb was getting at, and she was eager to see her protagonist's reaction.

"Well," Medb began, her grin spreading like wildfire, "it's a classic! The number sixty-nine, you know..." Her golden eyes twinkled mischievously.

Scáthach's cheeks flushed a shade darker than her hair as she pieced together the implication. "Ah," she murmured, "I see."

"Don't be so coy!" Medb exclaimed, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her closer. "You know what it means!"

"Medb, really?" Scáthach protested, trying to hide her amusement.

"What? It's just a little harmless fun!" Medb insisted, her laughter filling the room.

Kiyo leaned back in her chair, her purple eyes sparkling with delight as she jotted down the scene. This was going to be a good one.

"Okay, okay," Scáthach conceded, her eyes glancing down at their intertwined hands. "But why are you so fixated on it?"

Medb winked. "Because it's the perfect chapter for a little... extra spice, don't you think?"

Scáthach rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Alright, what do you have in mind?"

Kiyo's hand paused mid-sentence, her heart racing. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Medb leaned in closer, her breath warm against Scáthach's ear. "How about we celebrate with our own little sixty-nine?"

Scáthach's eyes widened, and she pulled her hand away, feigning horror. "Medb!"

But Medb was already laughing, her pink hair bobbing as she danced away. "Oh come on, love. Don't act so scandalized!"

Kiyo's cheeks burned as she scribbled down the dialogue, her own laughter bubbling up.

"Come on, Scáthach," Medb said with a mischievous giggle, her pink hair bouncing as she looked over at her stoic wife, who was engrossed in paperwork. "You know you love chapter sixty-nine."

Scáthach sighed, "Medb, I've told you before. That number is not funny. It's just a number."

"But it's such a special number!" Medb protested, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's like the universe's way of giving us a little wink."

Ignoring her wife's eye roll, Medb sauntered over to Scáthach's desk, her excitement palpable. "Look at it this way," she began, her voice low and conspiratorial, "it's like the universe is saying, 'Hey, here's a little something extra for you two lovebirds.'"

Scáthach's hand paused mid-sentence. "Medb," she warned, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation, "you know I don't find that kind of humor appropriate."

Medb's grin widened. "But think about it," she persisted, "it's like the cosmos' way of saying, 'Why don't you two try out the number sixty-nine position?' It's a classic!"

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound being the crackle of the fireplace. Then, with a snort, Scáthach finally looked up, her dark crimson hair cascading over her shoulders. "Medb," she said, her scarlet eyes narrowing playfully, "you're incorrigible."

Kiyo's laughter bubbled up from her chest, spilling into the room. "You two never fail to entertain me," she said, shaking her head. "But maybe save that kind of inspiration for after I've finished editing tonight's chapter."

The pink-haired troublemaker stuck her tongue out at the author before hopping onto the desk, her legs swinging back and forth. "Fine, but just remember," she whispered to Scáthach, "it's all in good fun."

Scáthach's cheeks flushed slightly as she returned to her work, a small smile playing on her lips. It was moments like these that made her love Medb even more. Despite the occasional distraction, she had to admit, their life was never boring.

Medb leaned in closer, her voice a seductive purr. "But Scáthach, you can't deny it's a little... tempting."

Scáthach felt her resolve waver, but she held firm. "Medb," she said sternly, "now is not the time."

Medb pouted dramatically, her bottom lip sticking out. "Why not?"

Scáthach's eyes never left her book. "Because I have responsibilities, and so do you," she replied firmly.

With a dramatic sigh, Medb rolled off the desk and onto the floor, landing in a heap of limbs. "Fine," she huffed, "but I'm putting it on the to-do list for later."

Kiyo couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. She wiped a tear from her eye and said, "You two are going to be the death of me."

Scáthach finally looked up, her expression a blend of amusement and affection. "We'll be sure to save some energy for your after-work entertainment," she promised, winking at Kiyo.

Medb jumped to her feet, her eyes lighting up. "Oooh, now that's something I can get behind!" She playfully swiped at Scáthach's books, causing the stoic woman to swat at her.

The room filled with the sound of laughter and paper rustling as the two continued their light-hearted banter. Despite the looming deadlines and responsibilities, the warmth and joy in their little cottage was undeniable.

Their playfulness didn't last long, though. Scáthach's expression grew serious as she stared at her wife. "Medb, you know I love you, but if you don't stop distracting me, we're going to be up all night finishing this report."

Medb stuck out her tongue again, but she knew when to concede. "Alright, alright," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "But only because you asked so nicely." She grabbed a book from the shelf and plopped onto the couch next to Kiyo, her eyes already scanning the pages for something new to tease Scáthach with later.

Kiyo took a deep breath, feeling the tension in her shoulders release. The sight of her characters come to life in such a whimsical way was both delightful and slightly alarming. She turned to the next page in her manuscript and began to scribble notes, knowing she had to capture this moment for the next chapter.

As the evening grew late, the fire cast flickering shadows across the room. The three of them worked in companionable silence, occasionally sharing glances that spoke volumes of their affection. It was a scene of domestic bliss, even if it was occasionally punctuated by Medb's snickers at some inappropriate joke she had just read.