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Yor perked up when she heard the front door slam shut. "Ah! Welcome home, Loid!" She jumped to her feet to greet her husband.
"Good afternoon, Yor. Where's Anya?" The blond man glanced around for their daughter as he shed his jacket.
"She's at Becky's house for a sleepover tonight."
"Ah, I see." Hopefully she could work on gathering intel on the Desmond boy. "So it's just us, then?"
Yor nodded.
Loid sat on the couch and loosened his tie. "What did you do today?"
She sat back down with him. "I went shopping for Bond. I got dog food and a new leash!"
"Is that right?"
"Mhm!" She leapt up to grab the collar and leash from the kitchen counter to show him. "See? I'm worried it's not strong enough though," she added. "Bond is a big dog." She studied it for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Then, an idea came to her. "Loid! You're quite strong, aren't you?"
"Huh?" He'd been thinking about the proper ways he could spend this night without Anya; he adored their little girl, but she was quite a handful at times. "Oh, um, yes, I...suppose I am quite strong."
"Wonderful!" Yor cried. "Then you can test out the leash and we can see if it's strong enough for Bond!"
"What?"
Before he could protest, his wife had secured the collar around his neck. "It fits nicely on you, but it's adjustable, so we can make it bigger for Bond." She smiled brightly.
Loid didn't even know what to say. He was in total shock.
"Now I'll pull on it so we can see if it's strong!"
"No, Yor, wait--"
Forgetting her strength, Yor tugged hard. Her husband crashed into her, and they both toppled to the ground.
Somehow, they always seemed to find themselves in compromising situations.
They flushed darkly, and Yor couldn't help but admit that the weight of Loid on top of her wasn't unpleasant. "I...I'm so sorry, Loid!"
"It...It's alright." He pushed himself up, but Yor still held the leash. He wasn't expecting it when it pulled taut, and he fell right back down again. Even worse, his face landed right between Yor's breasts.
They screamed and scrambled away from each other, shouting overlapping apologies.
And yet...Yor still held the leash. The collar rubbed, unbuttoning Loid's top button, and Yor blushed impossibly darker at the simple view of his clavicle.
The leash pulled again, and Loid fell flat on his face. "Yor, let go of the--" He was interrupted by his face slamming into the carpet again.
"L-Loid!" Yor squeaked. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"
He looked up at her dazedly, his hair flopping into his face. "It's...alright. Just...let go of the leash."
It was only then she realized she still held it, and she dropped it as if it had burned her.
Loid sat back on his knees and pushed his hair from his face, the action making Yor's heart beat faster for a reason she could not decipher.
Her eyes wandered down to the unbuttoned shirt collar. "Loid," she said without thinking. "I think you should take your shirt off."