This is Easy
He curled up in his arms, comfortably numbed by an excess of sex and food. Feeling spoiled and cherished, she buried her face in the chenille-covered pillows.
"Cozy?" Came her lover's voice. He lay, satiated, his face somewhere against the back of her neck.
"Mmmm...hmmm.." She smiled, barely able to mold her lips into that expression of contentment. "Even if I didn't have much to do with winning that thing," She bobbed her head in the direction of the Woman's Title Belt, which lay, forgotten, across the back of a chair.
He snorted, "You earned it, baby."
She laughed, Turned around in his embrace, "It's a work, Scott."
He couldn't believe that; such a pat statement for her accomplishment. "Just give yourself credit, baby, once in awhile."
"I'd rather give you credit, Scott," She smirked, "That, M'friend, was goooood." She stated, in a girly, sing-songey voice. She clearly indicated his sexual performance, which pleased him immensely.
"I've had practice," He pointed out, trying to seem as humble as she was. She wasn't buying it, and just dismissed him with a tired sigh. "Well, there's one thing I have no practice at...absolutely none."
"Mmmm..."
"I know this is sort of a fuckbuddy relationship.."
"Mmm?"
"Well, I..yeah...I'm going to ask you if..."
"What?" She was kissing the tiny star tat upon his chest.
"Want to get married?" He asked her hair
She froze absolutely still. Then began to laugh.
"This wasn't done for humorous purposes," He said stiffly, "I'm serious."
"But I thought you were terminally single," She hicckcoughed.
"Yes, you changed that," Scott admitted, staring at her forehead.
"Wow..." She said, watching him. A response that wasn't at all encouraging.
"Why don't you just tell me no and get it over with?" He snapped. Her hand wrapped itself around his bicep, but he shook her hand off
"Scott.."
"We're just 'friends with benefits'...'I love you, but I'm not IN love with you'....I'm moving to Germany to start my own cult'...I've heard them all...Go ahead, lay one on me!" Scott ranted, as he rose from the couch.
"SCOTT!" She shouted and, with a firm tug, pulled him back to the couch.
"What?!" He snapped back.
"Yes."
He blinked through a layer of dreadlocks, "Yes?"
She parted the curtain of hair, pushing it back behind his ears, "Yes," She smiled, kissing his battle-scarred forehead.
He laughed, cuddling her into his arms, "Thanks for scaring the shit out of me!"
"Sorry," She kissed his cheek, "I don't like making anything too easy for you."
"That, I know," He smirked, "But compared to taking a barbed-wire coated bat to the head this is easy."