Teaching Responsibility

[Maeve DeGraff]

Maeve had planned this all out. She knew her husband wasn't likely to resist a request from one of their children, but he'd already said no to this particular item more than once. But she thought it was time. After all, Aaron was growing up, and if they wanted to teach him to be more responsible, the best way to do so was to give him some responsibilities, right? 

She went into Jareth DeGraff's study just before she knew he was due to return home from visiting with his brother and poured him a glass of his favorite scotch. She'd also set out a bowl of fresh blackberries and raspberries which sparkled with drops of water from when they'd been washed. With those arranged neatly on the desk, she took a seat in his chair--not the way she was meant to sit, however, but sideways, with her knees hooked up over the armrest and one leg crossed over the other. She rested her elbow on the other armrest and folded her hand under her chin as she watched the door with an expectant smirk.  Her skirt rode up from sitting that way, just as she wanted; she had no qualms about fighting dirty. She was ready to do whatever buttering up was necessary to get her adoptive son Aaron the puppy he wanted for his eleventh birthday. 

When the door opened, her smirk widened into a grin. "Welcome home, dearest."

[Jareth DeGraff]

Jareth had enjoyed his visit with his brother. He'd managed to snag a conversation with him and a a few of his nephews as well, which resulted in at least three of them laughing at Dunstan's antics from his brothers teasings. Honestly, Dun was a good kid. A bit of a class clown, but Jareth saw how hard he worked to be the best guard he could be.

He'd returned home, surprised not to find his wife or her sister running about the house. He managed to find a servant that said the twins had taken Aaron and M.J. to town, and Lacey was working. He wondered if he'd finally have an opportunity to get some work done with the house so quiet. 

He entered the study, and then halted in his tracks, looking in surprise at the sight that awaited him. He took in his wife, and the way she sat on her throne. As that was exactly what she reminded him of in that moment. A Queen, knowing she ruled over the kingdom and she deserved to be bowed too. 

She wanted something.

That much was clear. "Hello, Sweetheart..." he said, closing the door behind him. Being rather obvious with the fact he'd locked it behind him before he slowly began to wander towards the desk, seeing the berries on the flat surface. he however was distracted by the sight of those nicely shaped pale legs and the way they draped over the arm of the chair. He kept his eyes on Maeve's face, a small smirk appearing on his as he rested a hand on the back of the chair and the other on the desk before started to lean down greet her. Before his lips could brush hers, he took a slight detour, pressing his lips on the under side of her jaw instead. "What do you want?" He growled playfully.

[Maeve DeGraff]

Maeve leaned into what she expected was going to be an ordinary (or what counted for ordinary between the two of them) kiss, and humphed a little when he swooped out of the way to kiss along her jaw instead.

"Who said I wanted anything, my love?" she asked in over-dramatic innocence as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. "Perhaps I just like to spoil my very attractive husband every once in a while."

Of course, she knew she wasn't going to get away with keeping the answer to herself forever, but she also wasn't going to just announce her plans right out of the gate. If she started with 'puppy,' all she was going to get was the same grumpy argument all over again. She wanted to have a little fun, first. And, after all, it wasn't as if she didn't enjoy teasing her truly, extremely sexy husband. No matter how long she was married, she never got tired of him.

With that in mind, she skimmed one ankle up along the side of Jareth's leg until she could hook behind his thigh and pull him closer. "Are you saying you have an objection to my affections, Jare-bear?"