Kanthony Imagines

The Mallet of Death

note: This is the next game after the Pall Mall game we saw in the epilogue. featuring some STEAAAM. Enjoy <3

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Anthony smiled to himself as he unlocked the door to the storage unit where the Pall Mall mallets were kept. Their annual game was that afternoon, and the only thing that would make his victory sweeter would be to have the Mallet of Death.

The last time, Kate had swiped it from under his nose, and acted as if that was the only win she'd actually wanted.

He couldn't help but laugh at the memory. She hadn't changed, and he could only imagine her face when the Mallet of Death was already missing from the set.

He approached the box in the corner.

"Oh, damn it," he bit off.

He began rifling through, despite there clearly being no black mallet or ball.

"Where the hell-"

"I wondered if I'd find you here," called a familiar voice from the doorway.

Anthony whipped around to see his wife, with a gloating expression on her face. She was twirling the black mallet in one hand, as the other one rested on the doorframe. 

His jaw dropped open. "How did you..?"

"A lady never reveals her secrets."

"You were beside me when I woke!"

"Yes, well, I thought it was best to get a headstart."

His jaw clenched. "What do you mean by that?"

"I may or may not have paid the gardener to allow me in here two days ago."

His eyes widened, a stunned laugh escaping involuntarily. "You paid him?"

"All's fair in love and war."

Despite being thoroughly irritated by this turn of events, Anthony couldn't help but be impressed. After all, he'd tried the same trick; he just hadn't been quick enough. The problem was, he knew Kate, inside and out. 

Which meant he also knew exactly how to make her squirm.

"I believe it was a mistake to bring that here to taunt me," he said, dropping his voice to a sultry volume.

"Oh, but it is too much fun," she replied, one eyebrow quirking at his change in tone.

"Mm, I thought you would say that."

She left where she was standing, and the door clicked shut. 

"Fear not, my lord," she sighed. "I am sure there are other mallets you can lose with- pink, for example?"

As she went to examine the rest of the lot, Anthony slipped behind to lock the door, then dropped the key back into his pocket. 

"I'd rather not repeat that," he mumbled.

"Pink is your favourite colour, is it not?" Her eyes gleamed.

"Only on you."

She glanced at him. "Remind me when I last wore a pink gown?"

"Oh, it wasn't a gown." He stepped toward her, noticing the way her chest began moving as her breathing quickened. He smirked. "It was underneath."

She bit her lip. "I seem to have forgotten."

They both knew she hadn't forgotten. 

She was challenging him, and he was all too happy to compete.