My Wife is a Very Dangerous Woman
this really is the end- “I am fucking drunk.”
- covered the back window with the mattress
- adroit little fingers
- Open your eyes.
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My wife is a very dangerous woman, but in sleep she looks quite peaceful. I prefer reality over the tranquil lie. It keeps me on my toes. I shook her shoulder and said, “Open your eyes.”
Her baby blues popped open and she hooked her adroit little fingers into my ears in a move I remembered well, and pulled me down into a kiss. Presumably she’d had one of her lackeys wipe off the residual bufotoxin earlier.
When she released me, I said, “Hello, Fleur. To what do I owe the honor?”
Her smile was as cold as I had ever seen it. “It’s that time of year again, darling. My underlings covered the back window with the mattress. I know you prefer privacy in these matters” She gestured to the rear of the tent where an air mattress was indeed covering the only window.
“Your father still insists you produce an heir?”
“You know Daddy.”
I thought of Svetlana’s claim that I had impregnated her on the train, and what my warlord father-in-law would think of a bastard child.
“I am fucking drunk.” Fleur informed me. “Let’s get this over with.”
She pinned me on my back and used her fingers, both adroit and not-so, to strip me out of my ceremonial pajamas. When she reached my feathered sock garters she said, “This really is the end of this silly costume, finally!” She snapped the garters three times in the prescribed manner, then removed them and laid down on her voluminous pillows. It was time for me to perform my half of the ritual.
bonus points for using them in reverse order