Title: A Domestic Conversation
Author: Kristina Anderson
Pairing: S/C
Disclaimer: Cupid belongs to the world, not me. Strife
belongs to Cupid, not me. The version of both these
characters belong to rich TV people, not me.
Note: This is a little fic I wrote for Christine to
cheer her up a bit. Hugs to her, and to Carrie who
betaed this for me.
A Domestic Conversation
"Wait a minute! I think I've figured it out now."
_Blank look_
"You're not keeping clothes at my place 'cause you've
ran out of closet space?"
_Slow shake of blond head_
"Bliss doesn't have a room here to be close to his
grandpa?"
_Another shake_
"The reason you stay over night isn't 'cause my bed is
more comfortable that yours?"
_Slow shake, biting lip_
"There's a portrait of 'Dite in the living room, isn't
there?"
_Tentative nod_
"You keep your arrows in my armory, don't you?"
_A nod and a leer_
"And that couch used to be in your temple."
_Another nod_
"And I'm pretty sure I didn't use to have curtains."
_An indulgent smile_
"And I sure as Tartarus didn't use to have flower
pots... Cupid, are we living together?
_A smile and a nod_
"Damn it, Cupid!"
_A flinch, big sorrowful eyes and a shivering under
lip_
"You've gotta tell me stuff like that! You know how I
suck at this relationship crap!"
_A big hopeful smile_
"I'm completely clueless about this stuff, so you
gotta show me how to do it, so I don't screw it up!
You should know that by
now!"
_Big leer, shiny happy eyes_
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
_Pounce, big hug, some fondling, long kiss_
_Long kiss_
_Long kiss_
_Long kiss_
"Okay, enough of this sappy shit. I have to stir up
some trouble for Unc'."
_Gentle kiss on love god's forehead_
"See ya tonight. And, Cupes, prepare the Hephaestian
chains and the whipped cream."
_Thud_
The End
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