#millifiction

Anyway Caissa, you only have yourself to blame for this.

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The man walked away, but not before giving me a leering last look that made me want a shower. “Gross, boring, asshole.” The words hissed out between my teeth as I offered the man one last smile before he looked away. Sometimes it was necessary to go to such lengths to maintain the appearance of civility around these people. 

I hate these parties. I avoided them as much as possible. But schmoozing was occasionally necessary, so here we were. At least I’d gotten better at it since the engagement party. Barely.

I felt Caissa’s presence behind me before his hand on my back and his voice low in my ear. “Not very creative. I much preferred ‘insipid troglodyte’.” I could hear the mirth in his voice as his arm slid around my waist, pulling me back against him. “I hope you’re not losing the edge off your sharp tongue.”

Oh, so my dear husband thought it was a good idea to tease me while my patience was down to a thread, did he? So be it.

I turned in his arms, wearing a smile that was just wicked enough that I caught the arch of his brows before I tugged him closer to whisper into his ear. “If my tongue isn’t sharp enough to entertain you, then maybe it’s soft enough to please you in other ways.”

I could feel the shudder roll through his body, and then the tension that followed as he tried to suppress any visible reaction to the feeling of my tongue darting out to catch that spot just below his ear, the one I knew was particularly sensitive. He froze. I’m pretty sure he stopped breathing entirely, in fact. It was the perfect opportunity to avoid retaliation; I pressed a kiss to his cheek, stepped out of his arms, and chirped, “Enjoy the rest of the party, darling!” before escaping across the room to the refreshments table.