Guile
One Thousand Club
Erik chuckled and smirked at his wife as she spoke. "Proud of him? I am not proud of that mutt." He mumbled, jokingly. "He led me right in here, but didn't warn me that Carlotta was coming." As she placed her lips on his, Erik grinned even more. "Oh, don't pull that 'do what you promised me you wouldn't' guilt trip on me. You will get what is coming to you." He teased, though he had no intention of locking her away. Instead, his punishment was far less severe. Erik simply locked lips with hers in a long, passionate kiss. He ran his fingers through her hair, not allowing her to break away from him until he was satisfied. When, at last, he broke for air, Erik smirked at his wife. "You are lucky. I let you off with a warning this time." He teased, laughing softly.