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"My spiderling, where are you?"
"Here!" Virgil called out from the kitchen, in the middle of washing dishes.
He picked up the next dish to wash, and just as he finished, he felt a pair of hands land on his waist. Virgil automatically leant back against Remus's chest, and turned his head to press a kiss to his cheek.
"Hey," Virgil greeted.
"What'cha up to?"
Virgil gave Remus a flat look, before turning back to the dishes.
"What does it look like?" He said in an equally flat tone of voice, as he placed the dish he'd just finished washing to the side.
"Something boring," Remus huffed.
Before Virgil could reach for another dish to wash, Remus move backwards, tugging Virgil along with him. Virgil stumbled, almost falling over, but Remus caught him immediately, spinning him around and dipping him.
"Pay attention to me?" Remus continued with a grin.
Virgil rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but only coming across as just as fond as ever. He wrapped his arms around Remus's neck, and tugged his face slightly closer.
"I'll kiss you, but I have to finish doing dishes afterwards."
Remus pouted.
"Just one kiss?"
"Mhm, just one."
The moment Virgil reached up and kissed Remus, he realised that what he had just said was false. It was always very, very difficult to stop kissing Remus once they'd started - and equally difficult to think of anything but him, him, him while doing so.