He nudged open the door to her house.

She stepped down the stairs and leaned against the banister. "You're late."

"It's only six at night. I called you half past five."

"And said you'd be here in fifteen minutes." She turned back up the stairs. "Whatever. He won't be home for at least three hours anyways. We have plenty of time."

A grin played across his lips. "Yeah we do." He set his hooves onto the staircase and followed her up. "Where is he, anyways?"

"Off at work. He's got a couple extra hours every night on Saturdays."

He nodded. "Just trying to get a time frame, y'know. This isn't a regular thing."

"I'm well aware. I don't plan on even trying to change it."

"Good. It'd get real bad if either of us got too attached to this, er, arrangement, don't you think?"

"Mhm."

They pushed open the door to the bedroom and climbed on top of the mattress.

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He rolled off from on top of her and threw his arm over his chest. His head fell back into the pillow. "That was fun."

She exhaled. "Yeah. Yeah, it was." She pushed herself onto one side and looked at the clock. "About a half hour until he gets back home. You need to get going."

He nudged her back with his hoof. "Screw him. He doesn't matter right now."

"Are you serious?"

"Half an hour is plenty of time." He slithered closer to her and brushed her chin with his hoof. "We might be able to fit in one more round if we're quick, y'know..."

She jerked away and got up from the bed. "You need to leave. Now."

"I'll go whenever I want. He comes home while I'll still here, he'll listen to me."

"I don't think you know my husband very well. He will beat the hell out of you."

"No, he won't."

"Oh? Planning on taking on Spike the dragon, are you?"

"I'm not gonna take him on, baby. He knows who I am. He'll listen."

She huffed. "You're deluded."

He sat up. "Don't." He got up from the bed and started towards her. "Do you have any idea at all who I am? Any inkling?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm telling you the truth. If I tell something to your husband, he will listen to me." He stiffened his back. "I do work with him, after all."

"He's an assistant librarian!"

"Is that what he's telling you now? Don't kid yourself. Your husband works for me. I tell him what to do. When to do it. Who to do it to. He plays with the hand he's given. The hand I give him."

She turned away. "You're lying. Spike would never do something like that."

"That, my dear, is where you're wrong." He trotted towards the door. "I think I'll be taking my leave now. As for you, you can do one of two things. Ask your beloved husband what he really does for a living, or believe me and we can continue this."

She paused for a moment. "Didn't you say you didn't want this to be a regular thing?"

"Don't. I'm fully capable of deciding who I sleep with, and if I decide that I want to sleep with you, then I will. Understand?"

She jerked back and nodded. "O-Of course."

He smiled. "Good! I'll be seeing you around." He opened the door. "Don't call me."

The door clicked shut.