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Characters: Poseidon and Amphitrite
Date/Time: Monday late afternoon, March 21th
Location: Outside of a NY lawyers office (ie I am too lazy to be creative on this front)
Rating: TBA/Swearing
Warnings: Mouthy husband and wife? God knows...everything?
Summary: As Poseidon leaves his lawyers office he leaves in a rage (not unusual) and is on the right

Comments

Oh gawd I love this

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Poseidon's head tilted with his chin struck out, an expression on his lips that was caught between shock and amusement. She did not just summon him like a mischievous child. Fuck that woman and her way to walk on him with steel heeled shoes.

He snorted to the air, adjusting his glasses ignoring her request for a moment. He'd rather her stand there antsy. After a minute of rebuff he crossed the street, still stalking in those long strides, holding his head up as if his nose didn't look like he'd had a hammer to it.

"You called?" he said with a smug grin.

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His shadow loomed down over her figure ignoring that smug grin she wore. It was disgusting when she managed to hang things over his head when she barely came to his chin. His lip quivered in annoyance breathing in the air (and a with a lot less pain than before) as he gave her his profile letting her sit on that triumph for just a moment.

"Maybe, I do know I've got her number if you feel so inclined." Rub that in her face. He liked seeing her jealousy raise like an infected sore ready to burst.

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He crossed his arms over his chest letting her have her fit of laughter. It was charming really, but she could cherish that all she liked. Taking the glasses off he squinted lightly turning his head away from the sun.

"Quite done?" he said in a annoyed growl. When she continued he laughed himself, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Oh Amph, baby you should have known better than that," his voice in jest.

"What woman touches me without getting her arm ripped off or banged into concrete?" There was a glint in his eye, a devious smirk of his own that spoke volumes. Obviously more had gone on than two black eyes and a fractured nose.

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He rode a fine line between pleasure and abuse. Something about the two was like a high. That had never changed. On top of that, there was a sick and twisted amusement at seeing Amphitrite jealous as hell. It meant there was a tinge of affection there deep down or she wouldn't even bother.

He laughed again tilting his head back, now he being the one that couldn't stop. She'd always known who he was, the kind of man he would always remain no matter how many times he was reincarnated.

He held up his hand tapping at the bare finger. "It's not like we're married now sweetheart," what claim did she really have? The same that he had at the thoughts of another man even looking in her direction.

"The same red-head." He cleared his throat. "I said I name my own terms. You think she was likely to get away with humiliating me twice?" Brow raise.

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Amphitrite was a stubborn woman, as hardened as he could be, but at times it was damn insufferable. She never took into account that he did things to piss her off for a reason. He didn't look to rile just any woman, especially one that could get away with murder and stomping his ass with her foot. She could beckon and his sorry ass would listen.

"Sexy, well, that's a compliment, baby." He grinned.

His teeth gritted as she spat off her usual jealous poem. It was the same drivel, but something about it excited him. He stopped the door before she could manage to open it. He held it open, leaning against the frame in front of her.

"Woman I'm tired of you storming off like a sexually frustrated bitch." He crossed his arms. "What pisses you off more? The fact that someone beat you to the punch this time or that I took care of things my way?"