Warning: Slash, language, a little kink factor... Disclaimer: Not mine. No money. Promise.

A/N: This is in the same universe as my other Dogma fic, "Mortal Advantages". Go read it. Though I *suppose* you'd get this without reading the other one. Watch out for Pointless Fluff!

Beloved

"Morning, B."

"Hey. You're up early."

"Yeah, got some stuff to do today."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the job interview?"

"Right."

"..."

"I know, I know-"

"We don't *need* jobs, Loki, we used to be angels! Remember, we've been on this damned planet for-"

"Three millennia."

"-a long time and we *have* money. Remember when we sold all those furs that're illegal now? We *still* have cash left over from that. We don't need any more, and we *don't* need jobs."

"And did you think because this is the, oh, thirty-seventh time you've told me this that I'd suddenly 'see the light'?"

*grumble* "Yes."

"..."

"Hey, what happened there-"

"Oh, this? Fucking razor, cut myself while I was shaving."

"Shit. That's a big cut."

"Yeah." *sigh* "I know."

"C'mere."

"I can' t find my tie."

"Loki, c'mere for a sec."

"Have you seen it, the blue and black one?"

"Loki. No I have not seen your tie. Besides, when did you learn how to put it on right?"

*sheepish grin* "I thought maybe, you'd do it for me? Don't roll your eyes!"

"Come. Here."

"Fine, what? I- oh." *moan* "*Oh*"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

*innocent look*...*gasp* "Wh-what?"

"Cut yourself."

"Ma-maybe..."

*whisper* "You know I love it when you bleed."

*mumble*

*smirk* "What was that?"

"Shut up and fuck me!"

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Don't make me-"

*moan*

*heavy breathing*

*clothing rustles*

*sex*

*satiated silence*

"You know, everytime we do this I have the sneaking suspicion that She's watching."

"You just had to ruin it, didn't you?"

"It's not ruined."

"Oh no?"

"Here, let me show you..."

*gasp* "Okay, it's not ruined."

FIN

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~RainShadow