VD - Demi comes home

A very happy Cas and Pol make a particularly nice dinner for you and Demi when she arrives home, exhausted and pregnant, carrying her shoes. You rub Demi’s shoulders as she soaks in the bath, listening to Lady D’s thudding footfalls as she makes her way through the house, cleaning the tall and high parts that Cas and Pol can’t reach.

“What a fucking day,” Demi sighs happily.

“We had fun too. I went to the library,” you say.

“How is that fun?” she asks, making a face.

“I’m trying to learn about Demon World.”

“Don’t push yourself.”

“I’m good. Your mom works at the library. I didn’t know that.”

“She just reads all the new smut as soon as it comes in,” Demi says with a laugh.

“Then we had a pool party here. Well, our construction workers were having it. I just joined in. I let Cas and Pol jerk off on me.”

“God. You’re too nice, Riley. This is why they’re obsessed with you,” Demi says. “Cas and Pol are gay as shit, but they’re still horny as fuck for you. Most mistresses are power-tripping assholes, but you’re nice to them.” She snorts. “I guess it’s fine.”

“You want me to be a power-tripping asshole?”

“Well, in a whips and handcuffs way, sure,” Demi says, splashing you with some bubbles from the bath. “But no. I just mean that if they didn’t like you so much, they wouldn’t act so needy.”

“I don’t mind. I like them.”

“I like them too,” Demi says with a sigh. “Anyway, what about Morrigan?”

“I had Cas and Pol send her an invite for tomorrow.”

“Nice. And food?”

“I left a message for a caterer.”

“Oh shit,” Demi says, looking at you sharply. “Which one?”

“Uhh…” you say, trying to remember. You just picked the one with the most professional-looking website. “The one with all the flowers?”

Demi sucks her breath in through her teeth. “Riley, that’s Jake’s company.”

“Jake?”

“Jake,” she confirms. “Well, I guess you’ll meet him soon enough.”

“I will?”

“Yeah. If you’re offering him a job, he’ll come here to talk the details. Better give Cas and Pol a heads up that we’ll be plus one for dinner. Probably plus two if you were hanging with my mom today.”

“Oh. Right,” you say. You quickly text Cas and Pol. “That’s pretty amazing service, right? He just comes right over?”

“Oh, yeah. Jake’s great. He’s the best in town,” she says. “You chose well. It’s just that, uh…”

“What?” you say, puzzled.

“I, um… nothing. Nothing. I love you, baby.” She reaches back to grab your head and brings you in, twisting her body so she can give you a long, affectionate, soapy kiss. “I’m so glad that I married you.”

Blushing, you wipe the bubbles off your face and try to act normal.

“Uh, thanks,” you say.