“Make me a pie.”
A bright smile slipped onto Foxx’s face. “I’ll make you two!”
“Just one will be fine.”
Petty, definitely petty!
“Well, now I’m going to make three.”
“Foxx…”
“Four.”
“FOXX!”
“Five!”
“You are such a brat.”
“ALL THE PIES!”
Harlow sat there, eyes glued to the TV, hands out in front of him holding Foxx’s yarn.
“Juliet, in a fit of rage, murdered her husband. Left with a body, she then tried to chop him up with an ax—”
Harlow frowned. “That was her first mistake.”
“I’d say that’s her second mistake. If you are going to murder someone, it’s much better to plan it than do it in a fit of rage,” Foxx murmured.
“True. Planning makes the clean up a hell of a lot easier.”
“Right?! Accidental killings are hell to clean up.”
Harlow nodded. There was nothing like having to deal with a body without having planned for anything. So much extra work. “Still, an ax is not the way to go when you want to chop up a body.”
“Mhmm, if she’d been some kind of paranormal creature with enhanced strength, it would be fine,” Foxx pointed out with a yawn. “But, human…yeah, no, she definitely should have gone with something electric. She should have put some tarp down too. Though I suppose at that point the blood was everywhere anyway. I do have to say, the way she offed him was highly entertaining. Very fitting for that gaslighting, narcissistic, cheater of a husband of hers. Though, I am surprised she managed to hold off for ten years.”
“Probably didn’t intend to kill him at first, when she cut it off, but kept going after getting a taste of revenge.”
“Can’t blame her there,” Foxx drawled before yawning again.
Harlow eyed the vampire. Foxx had been knitting a new sweater, but his hands had stopped moving now, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep. It had been fifteen days since the vampire’s surgery. Healing wise, Foxx didn’t really seem to be in pain anymore, except when he over extended himself. He did, however, get tired easily. The vampire had a physical scheduled next week with both Dr. Robinson and the Guild’s physician, Dr. Jamison, with the hope he would be completely healed and ready to get back to work. Based on how he was doing now, Harlow figured that by then, Foxx should be good as new.
“How about a nap?” he suggested.
“Oh, a nap sounds amazing.” A large smile slipped onto Foxx’s face, his fang and dimples flashing. “Carry me!” The vampire set his project down on the couch.
He chuckled. Tossing the yarn on his hands aside, Harlow stood up and pulled the vampire into his arms.
“To bed!” Foxx cried, pointing towards the stairs.
Harlow snorted. “Brat.” But he headed upstairs to the room they shared anyway.
* * *
Foxx blinked,trying to figure out what had woken him up. Then he felt it. A gentle nuzzling against his already plumping cock and the brush of a shortly trimmed beard. He gasped, glancing down wide eyed as Harlow nipped at his inner thigh.
“What are you—” Foxx’s words cut off on a soft cry when the human suddenly took his cock into his mouth. “Harlow,” he moaned. “You…what… You don’t…ahh.”
