Bad Habits

Maes/Roy/Gracia. PG. ~200 words. Polyamory. Fluff.
She smiled her brilliant, indulging smile.

Hughes tossed his coat over the back of a chair, delayed kisses of welcome in favour of standing back and taking in the scene. Hands on his hips, he grinned and said, “My two wives, hard at work in the kitchen.” He reached for a bit of cookie dough, and ended up with a whack from a wooden spoon for his trouble.

Snatching his hand back with a yelp, he stared at Roy with an expression carefully derived from Black Hayate’s kicked-puppy routine. When Roy merely scowled, he tried his luck with Gracia.

She smiled her brilliant, indulging smile. Hughes smirked triumphantly and slid his arm around her waist, going straight for the chocolate chips. Calmly, she plucked the spoon from Roy’s grasp, and promptly whapped him with it.

“Damn it, Roy!” Hughes backed up, clutched his abused arm. His gaze jumped back and forth between them as if he expected flying pots next. “She’s supposed to be a good, wholesome influence on you, you’re not supposed to be a bad one on her.”

“She is a good influence,” Roy replied. With one last warning glance at Hughes, he finished spooning cookies onto the baking sheet. “I could have hit you in the head.”

Hughes muttered under his breath as he crossed the kitchen, leaving a wide berth between himself and them, and made a point of superciliously ignoring Gracia’s stage-whispered, “It wouldn’t make much of a difference.”


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