Rest and Relaxation

On the sun swept beach off some tropical island off the coast of the Caribbean, a small imp wearing purple swimming trunks sighed with relaxation while bikini wearing ladies ran across the sands or splashed each other in the waters, with soothing music played in the background. Turning over to a tray offered to his right, Mr. Myxlplyx smiled taking the offered iced tea and took a sip, sighing out loud again and leaning back in his tanning chair with his hands folded behind his head. It had been a month into his self-imposed exile and hiding from the council of imps. And so far, things were looking preeeeetty good.

“Aaah, this is the life, good sun, good drinks…” Tipping his sunglasses down to ogle the bikini wearing ladies passing by his tanning chair at the beach, his smile grew. “Good company, ah yeah, this is the life indeedy.”

Things were looking up for sure. He managed to keep a low profile for the last month or so and all thanks to that deal he made with Lois Lane. Scratching his chin in thought, the fifth dimensional imp thought on that. Wondering if the deal for her was as sweet as it was for him.

“Hmm, wonder if ol doll face is livin it up?”

He had not kept tabs on the woman thus far and did not want to pry on the matter. The second he would pop up in front of her husband he would be back in the fifth dimension facing the council for his many, MANY crimes. Taking a sip from his drink, Mr. Myx shrugged and leaned back in his chair to relax.

“Nah, who cares amirite? I’s got my drink and hula girls and sunny beaches, and she’s got her hubby of steel, give it another month and a half and they’ll be the happiest clams in the sea, and I can head off to the next paradise to hide and wait for all this to blow over. Dem mooks at the council will forget about me in no time.”

Seeing another waitress with a tray of drinks, Mr. Myxlplyx raised his empty glass and whistled to the short-skirted girl who looked over her shoulder to the tiny man and narrowed her eyes, hiding her scowl.

“Hey toots, can I get a refill? I’ll make it worth yer while.”

“You’ve gone through 20 already sir, I’d be impressed if not for the fact you haven’t paid for any one of them yet.”

Rolling his eyes and waving his hand with a scoff, the shorts wearing imp played bashful and tilted his empty glass in his hand back and forth.

“Hey… You know my tab is good, I’ll pay for it when I’m ready, isn’t that the best part of any deal?”

Snatching up the man’s empty glass and replacing it with a full one, the woman turned to leave when she felt a tiny hand slap at her rear. Glaring over her shoulder again with a look that would freeze fire, the imp giggled and enjoyed his new drink. Fuming to herself silently as she walked away.

“Yup… This is the life. No one’s got it better than me.”

*

Panting in a sweaty heap in bed, Clark stared up at the ceiling while Lois draped herself over his chest and nuzzled into his chest hair. A peaceful sated look on her face as she hugged him more tightly and swooned.

“Four… Four times… Four times in the morning?” Huffed Clark, hearing his wife giggle as she sat up and lounged on top of him, resting his chin in her cleavage while she looked down at him and combed her fingers playfully through his matted hair.

“Most husbands would be tickled pink at the thought of a wild morning in bed with their wife, Clark.”

“Yeah… But… Four times?”

Smiling down at her husband’s reaction, Lois leaned up to press her forehead against his, kissing his lips and wrapping her arms around his shoulders while she kicked her feet in the air playfully.

“Are you complaining about your wife’s affections Smallville?”

“No… No… Maybe her appetites…” Smirked the man, just as he was struck with a pillow to the face and felt the bed lurch when Lois rolled off and stepped over to the closet to pull out some clothes. Pulling the pillow off his face and sitting up, Clark watched as Lois put on a night coat and looked back at him with a grin before closing the door behind her.

“I’m just going to take a shower.” She called out from the hallway. “You can JOIN me if you still have the energy.”

“That’s okay Lois… I just need some time to recharge my batteries.”

“Suit yourself.”

Sitting up in bed and scratching the back of his neck, Clark had to take a breath just to regain his nerves after his wife’s morning ‘routine’. Now that she was almost as strong and resilient as he was, she had been monopolising on that with every night for the last three nights and mornings in a row. It was enough that even he was starting to feel it.

“Who needs kryptonite when you have a super powered wife draining the life out of you…”

“What was that Smallville?” He heard her call out in the hallway, making him grimace slightly before calling back to answer.

“Just… Thinking of your Lois.”

Pulling on something to wear and shaking his head while looking down at his feet, he suddenly noticed something on the carpeting. Reaching down and picking it up, he checked it back and forth in his hand like it was a coin, not understanding what he was looking at. It looked like a shard of black molten glass, the way it shimmered in the morning sunlight, with a strange green after tint when he held it exactly right.

“Huh… What’s this? A snake’s scale?”