Scott trailed after Ana. He'd made quick work of getting rid of her. Of Mary. Ana sighed, but couldn't make herself feel guilty.
If there was one person in this world who deserved to die it was that vile old woman. Still, she felt bad. Scott-
"Ana where are you going?" He asked.
"To the bathroom," she frowned.
Scott was being...weird. To say the least.
"Oh okay," he followed her.
She put her hand up. "This is not a group activity. I'm going to take a shit."
He cocked his head, as she slammed the door in his face. He sat down. "Ana, if you take two five hour energies, is it ten hours of energy or five hours of double the energy?"
"You're a doctor, Scott," she reminded him with a sigh.
"Oh yeah. I still don't know though. Do you know Ana?"
"No, I don't," she said, staring at herself in the mirror. Before shaking her head.
"That's okay...Ana are you done yet?"
She opened the door. "Don't you have work? Or...something?"
He smiled, before slinging his arm over her shoulder. "You didn't even shit."
"I couldn't fucking concentrate with you calling my name every two seconds. Ana this, Ana that."
He pulled her closer into his arms. "Sorry. I just wanna talk to you. Look, Ana?"
She sighed, as he showed her his phone.
"I did this." He waited, as she examined the picture.
"It's...it's great, Scott. You realize you're a world renowned surgeon right?"
He walked them to the bed, laying his head in her lap. "Yeah but I never did a drawing on my phone. I didn't even know it did that. Did you know it did that?"
"Yes, Scott I knew it did that."
He put his phone down, staring at her.
She rolled her eyes. "What now?"
He smiled. "You're just gorgeous." He reached up, touching her face. "You smell so good, did you know that?"
Morgana just smiled softly. "Are you okay, Scott?"
He watched her lips before reaching up to kiss her. "I'm fine," he whispered. "I'm just married to the sexiest woman in the world, that's all,"
He pulled at her shirt. "The kids won't be home for hours," he whispered, "Let's fuck around, while we have time."
He took his shirt off, kissing her deeply. Morgana didn't know where his sudden passion came from, but though she pretended it annoyed her, she enjoyed it.
Scott drug his tongue down her throat, unbuttoning her shorts.
"Your so fucking perfect," he whispered almost to himself, as he drunk in the sight of her, as if it was the first and last time.
Ana smiled, her body heating up from the attention. "Scott," she pulled him forward, he looked up at her innocently.
"Yes...Ana?"
"Do something for me?"
"I'll do whatever you want," he vowed.
Ana smiled.
• • •
Scott laid his head on Ana's chest, slinging his hand over her shoulder. He closed his eyes, the covers half on him, with his toes out. She frowned.
That was his sleeping position. Why was he on her?
"Scott," she poked him.
"Hm?"
"You're on me."
"Uh-huh."
She paused. "Why?"
He said nothing for a moment. "I want to keep touching you. I want to feel you while I sleep."
Ana put her arm around him. He was never a little spoon. Either they slept with their backs to each other, or she was the little spoon.
It was a small thing, but lots of small things seemed different and it was all adding up.
"Scott, are you sure everything okay? I know I tried to kill you a few weeks ago, but you know I really do care about you. Are you sick?"
"Just in the head," he joked, hugging her a little tighter.
She laughed nervously. "You're just awfully touchy these days is all. Maybe you're coming down with a cold?"
He cuddled into her body, hugging her even tighter. "You're the best, Ana. I love you."
She smiled, stroking his hair. "I love you too, Scott." She whispered.
"I know," he looked up at her with a smile. He closed his eyes, as Ana stared at the ceiling for a moment.
He was clinging to her. Literally. It was almost cute.
"Good night, Scott."
