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You blink against the sun, grabing for the sligthly warm side of your wedding bed, your ring glinted silver in the ligth of the sun. You pouted, mumbling an annoyed "Argus…", before hearing a shot in the distance.
You scoffed. That Woman and her stupid gun. She was with it like with that damn car, it was her first baby. She'd deny it, telling you that it was just a gun, like the car was just a car. But you knew that this was a lie. One time, at nigth, when you were not married yet, she told you about how she had bougth it what was like, seven years at the time. You had nodded along, telling her that it looks younger. She had smiled, telling you about the polishing process. You didn't understand a word, but anything was interesting, aslong as she talked about it.
And that still counted for today. You tied the bathrobe, it was old too, just not as old as the gun. It'd be bad if it was. You took the stairs, going through the living room untill you've reached the backdoor. She was all the way back at her little range. You sighed, thank goodness you decided to wear shoes.
"Argus.", you sing-songed, but it didn't ring over the shots, so you waited. "Argus!"
She turned around, gun still up. Pointed rigth at you. You held up your hands, not moving an inch. "Argus?", you whispered, barely recognizing the look in her eyes, that went as fast as it came. She dropped the gun to the ground, walking up to you, wrapping her arms around you so fast that you couldn't even push her back or something.
"Dolly, you okay?"
You flinched as she stepped closer. "You pointed the gun at me. Again."
"I know, I know, I was just so in it and I thought…that you were someone else.", she kissed your head.
Your nails dug into her arms, not knowing if you wanted to push her or pull her. "You promised."
"I did, I know, I did.", she pulled you so close one migth think she's afraid of losing you again. "It wasn't on purpose, 'm sorry, I love you doll.", she put your foreheads together, hers was warm…hot even "Forgive me?"
You decided to pull her closer and she sighed in relief, her hands roaming over your back, making sure you were still ok, calming down your shake.
"There, nothin' broken, no bruises…" she kissed your head. "Just some old scars.", she announced, tipping your chin up, her voice was…weirdly raspy.
"You…we need some tea."
"Some breakfast too.", she added, you ruffled her hair, feeling the sweat on her forehead, seeing it. It wasn't even that hot rigth now. You squinted.
"You thinkin'?", she had picked up her gun, but was hiding it behind her back.
"What we'll have for breakfast. I'll say eggs."
"That'd be nice, esspecially before heading to work."
You grumbled, walking over the red stones and decaying grass. "You came back home two days ago."
"'N now I'm leaving.", she kissed your temple as she walked by, into the kitchen. "But I'll be home before tommorow, I promise. Just, another spouse thing."
You nodded, you had been one of those. "What was I then?"
"Now don't twist my toung, sweetheart.", she says, handing you the eggs. Her hand was warm too. Her movements were sluggish. "And don't act all gloomy just because I'm leaving again.", she hugged you from behind. "I'll be back before you know it.", you felt her warmth envelop you, her sickening warmth.
"Baby, how about you watch over the eggs while I get dressed real quick?"
"Huh?", she opened one of her eyes, shifting. "Yeah, go ahead sweetheart.", she leaned on the counter with one hand, but her other one stayed on your hip, letting it slip by.
Was she sick? You asked yourself, remembering that unusual rasp, her hot skin…she sure as hell would not admit it and she'd refuse a Thermometerif you asked her. Maybe you shouldn't ask her. You drew over the piece of clothing, properly made your hair and went back down with a pep in your step. Only to find Argus sitting against the counter, the fire was at the lowest setting and the eggs were sizzling away. You hid the Thermometerbehind your back, waiting in the doorframe untill she noticed you. Which took her one more minute.
You chuckled once she finally lifted up her head. She whistled. "Damn, I must own some tall cotton, because you look like you're made of gold."
You giggled. "You corny~ oh, here by the way." you snuck the Thermometerinto her mouth, it was easy as pie. She looked quite perplexed.
"Wbat's bis?", Argus asked through it.
She tried taking it out, but you took her wrist. "No, it has to stay in there for a while."
She grumbled a bit, but ultimately gave it up, watching you as you added spices, with a bit of desdain. Though you were sure those eyes were set on the food and not you. "You okay, Argus?"
She huffed, nodding.
You slipped the eggs over onto the plate withouth another issue, ready to serve them on the table.
"You know what, baby?", she got up with the help of the counter, pulling out the beeping thermostat. "I think I'll just head out now, you know? Cheating spouses, they act early."
You pout, leaning your head to the side. "But you didn't even have any breakfast!", you grab onto her, having your hand go lower and lower. But she lifted her arm before you could snatch the Thermometeraway.
"Sorry, baby, I'll see you 'morow, ok?", she walked around you, but didn't come far.
"Argus.", you said slowly and she stopped within an instant. "Give me that thermostat."
She chuckled, putting her arms up like a criminal, Thermometerin hand. "Now, dolly, you know I ain't sick, I ain't ever sick."
"Then there won't be any issue in giving me that thing.", you beckon her closer with a finger. She looks at the door around the corner, then you, probably weighing the pros and cons. In the end she sighed and walked up to you, to hand you the thermostat. You smiled at her, though that smile dissapeared once you looked down. "As expected, a fever."
"It's only a fever, I can still go to work."
"If we don't take core of it now, it migth get worse."
She sighed. "Baby, just let me go to work? I can't dissapoint my clients-"
"Argus", you looked up at her, with eyes that could melt her. ", sit down and rest, please?", you pulled her closer by her green jacket. "Hm?", the funniest thing about this whole scenario was that she had left her gun secured at the back door, so even if she got out she had to come back in, leaving you with more time to convince her.
She sighed again. Quite the sigher, your wife. "I- ugh- ok. But you'll have to call the client and tell her I can't come because you told me so!"
You kissed her cheek. "I can do that, but only if go up and get into bed."
"Baby, it'll be extremely hot today."
"Even better!", you boop her nose. "You'll sweat it out."
Argus squeezed her eyes. "You're having way to much fun with this."
You shrug. "Maybe."
You grin at your wife, your beautiful, handsome, workaholic wife. Sitting in bed, with the curtains drawn and a blanket covering her. She was in her pajamas and her hair was open, some of it clinging to her forehead. Her eyes were sleepy, glued on you, your nearly naked form.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why'd you take of your clothes?"
You answer her question in a few steps and a lifting of the blanket, joining her in the bed. "Because it'll get pretty hot in here."
She hummed, pulling you closer, her rough hands drawing over your skin. "That does make sense…" she had you rest in silence for a while before asking. "What'd the client say?"
"That you're a good one for listening to your wife. And that if her husband had listened to her she most likely wouldn't have had to hire you."
Argus chuckled. "Could've expected that…"
You hide in the crock of her neck. "Would've, could've, should've.", you mumbled, sinking your teeth into her flesh. She didn't even act suprised.
"You haven't biten me in some time, I kinda missed it, actually."
You giggled.
"Look at what you're doing to me, woman.", her hand went through your hair, ruffling it. "First, you bite me, then, I stay home because you told me to. I migth be going insane."
You couldn't answer, still too busy with the biting.
"Oh, stop that and come here.", she pulled your head from her neck, pulling you on top of her. "There we go."
You cross your arms on her chest as her breathing slowly evens out, her eyes close. You notice her heart, that beats slower and slower. It's…almost contagious. Very contagious, so contagious in fact that your eyelids fall shut and you join her in sleep.