"I missed you Tom."
She leaned in for a kiss, and kiss her he did.
Toms aftershave was the first hit, but she soon smelt the familiar metallic smell of blood, and unerasable traces of dark magic.
With one last quick peck, she leaned away.
She grinned.
"Hurry and go take a shower, you reek of rain."
Tom gave her a small smile and leapt away to do as she asked.
She turned towards the window and grabbed her wand.
It appeared muggle London would face a sudden pour.
She knew what Tom did.
Tom knew she did.
But they never talked about their unspoken agreement.
They both knew, as long as Tom didn't attack MACUSA,
she would stay.
She wouldn't leave, because she loved him, and in his way, he her.
She knew Tom was the man behind the mask.
The man the ministry called Voldemort, the leader of death eaters.
She knew about the murders, the inferi.
But merlin, she did not care.
She had always been selfish.
The youngest child of wealthy parents back in America.
She had 4 older brothers and as the only daughter in her family, princess treatment was all she had gotten.
She was used to selfishness.
She turned a blind eye towards his murders.
She ignored his continuous makings of horecruxes.
As soon as she accepted, Tom would never change his goal, it had been a surprisingly easy task.
If war was the only result that would happen, she would rather a million die, as long as Tom survived.
She was reading on the couch when Tom walked down.
He draped himself over and around her, she giggled.
"Tom, love, you are far too heavy."
He gasped mockingly.
"Is this your way of saying I'm fat?"
She rolled her eyes, "No, and even if it was."
She winked "That means there's only more of you to love."
Tom laughed, "Well arent you a pleasant suprise Mrs. Riddle."
He plopped himself next to her and put her feet on his lap and started to massage them.
She snuggled further into the couch, and continued her book.
Xoxoxo
It was after breakfast, and Tom was making tea for him and coffee for her.
"Darling, I need your advice."
She put down the daily prophet she had been reading.
"Really? Whats wrong?"
Considering the news, his plan was happening in a tremendously wonderful way.
"If you were to catch a bird, how would you?"
Tom handed her her coffee, she took a comfortable sip.
(Tom always made sure her coffee was just the right temperature for her to drink easily.)
Just the way she liked it
"Well, I dont have a lot of poaching experience, what kind of bird is it?"
He gave her a significant look.
"Never an eagle, you are fond of them I believe. "
She grinned, she loved the dark and serious look he got when it came to her.
"I was simply curious."
She mocked a frowning face.
"Well, if I was trying to catch a, I dont know, a Phoenix...I believe I'd risk a small den of snakes."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Any reason? "
She shrugged. "I heard Phoenixs are quite wary of them. If a Phoenix sees a snake den, imagine how hard it would be to pass it by."
She smirked slightly.
"But obviously it wouldnt be a real snake den. Did I mention, theres apparently a spell to transfigure Phoenixs into snakes?"
She giggles and reaches for one of Toms waffles.
"Imagine, a Phoenix catching a Phoenix, hilarious."
Tom laughed out loud.
"Arent you cheeky."
He stood up and leaned to kiss her forehead.
"I'm off to work. I love you."
She softly smiled. "And I you, be safe my love."
He smiled softly back at her.
"You are the reason I try."
Xoxoxo
"Minister Riddle, and his wife!"
Tom held her hand as he walked to the podium.
The crowd murmured, usually the lady was supposed to be standing behind, showcasing her support.
Tom merely grinned and lightly brought her hand up, to kiss her palm, before turning to face the crowd.
"Wizards and witches of Great Britain, I.."