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Shaun came home late... or rather early... and Ellie was waiting for him. He smiled as he leaned back against the door and she stood a few feet away, arms crossed and expression cool as she looked him over.
"Well, so good of you to actually come home tonight." She said, every word sheathed in ice and he could feel his good mood and the nice buzz he was riding evaporating already.
"Ell..." He began but she cut him off by kicking something his way. He jumped slightly and looked down at the clothes basket that was at his feet. "What..." He shook his head and looked up to see her turning her back as she started to walk away.
"Take those clothes off. You're covered in whore dust." She said in steely tones and he sighed as he looked down at himself.
"What are you..." Then he saw what she meant and he had to stifle a groan. "Ellie, it's body glitter." He said.
"Well, don't spread it all over the house, it's impossible to clean up. You can take those clothes to the laundromat tomorrow and wash the 'body glitter' off of them."
"Hon..." He began and she reappeared in the doorway to cut him off, something she was very good at.
"Just how many skanks did you have hanging all over you?" She asked and he could hear the accusation in her voice and the hurt behind her tone.
"Ska..." He furrowed his brow and felt the beginnings of a headache coming on. "Listen, my best friend is getting married on Sunday." He said, as calmly as he could manage. "And I'm the best man at the wedding. Which means I planned the bachelor party."
"Which means you took your best friend out to the sleaziest stripper joint you could find and let a bunch of nasty whores hang all over him before sending him home to Sonia." She interrupted and he felt his anger growing.
They had only been married a year and a half and already they were sniping at each other and arguing and he had no idea when it had all started to go wrong. He had fallen in love with Ellie because she was fun and adventurous and she loved a lot of the same things that he loved and she was accepting of the things that he did that she didn't like. Or at least, she had been accepting of them until after the wedding, when things had started to go down hill. A lot of his friends had warned him that a wife was different than a girlfriend and he hadn't listened. He loved Ellie and he wanted her to be a part of the rest of his life, but lately it seemed like she was doing everything she could to push him away. And the way she could so easily interrupt him, something she hated him doing, was only a part of it.
"Listen, Ellie..." He tried to begin again, but she cut him off once more, her voice sharp and waspish.
"Listen to what? Excuses?" She asked and he could feel his irritation growing. "You spend time with your friends; I can accept that. You drink a few and take care getting home and I appreciate that. But when you come home from a place like that, covered in body glitter and reeking of perfume, with that idiot grin on your face, it's the same as cheating." She said and he couldn't have looked more shocked if she had slapped him.
"Cheat..." He began but she cut him off.
"Yes, cheating." She said sharply. "You had naked women hanging all over you and in case you conveniently forgot, you're married." She held her left hand up, her rings right in his face.
"It's not the same..." He began but she did it again, cutting right across what he was saying.
"It is the same thing." She said angrily. "Why do you need to see some strange woman's tits and ass? You have a wife, and you can see mine any time you want."
"It's not the..." He tried again but again she didn't let him finish.
"It's cheating." She cut in flatly and he grabbed her by the upper arms and all but shouted in her face.
"It's not the same fucking thing as cheating." He said, giving her a little shake and she looked at him with a moment of fear before he managed to get himself under control again. "It is not the same thing, not at all." He managed in a calmer tone and she spoke in a low, brittle voice.
"You have a wife at home now... I realize that this is still a new thing for you but it's real. You go out to these places and get gratification from these women and you think it isn't cheating?"
"It's not cheating." He said flatly.
"Oh, and why not?" She asked and he could hear the hurt and pain in her voice.
"I had my clothes on the whole time and I never touched them." He said as carefully as he could.
"Them?" She said, the single word nearly making him scream at her again, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing. "Just how many women did you have hanging all over you?"
"Ellie..." He began but she didn't give him the chance to explain.
"How many, Shaun?" She asked, her tone dangerously neutral.
"Ell..." He tried again but she was having none of it.
"How. Many?" She demanded.
"I had three lap dances." He said and she shrugged out of his hands and stepped back.
"Three women, all of them completely naked... and I imagine you enjoyed every minute of it." She said, as cold as ice and he just glared at her. "Yes, you enjoyed it... the attention and the sexual gratification, even if you did have your clothes on, even if you didn't touch them back you still got off on it and that, my dear husband is cheating."
"It's not cheating." He tried once again and she raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed once again.
"How?" she asked after a long moment. "How is it not cheating for a married man to have a sexually-based relationship with a woman that isn't his wife?"
"It's just looking." He said with a defeated laugh and she sighed, disgust clear on her face as she turned away.
"Whatever you say, Shaun." She said as she started to walk away from him, signalling to him that the argument was over, that she was in the right and, as usual, he was wrong.
"Then you are cheating on me too." He flung at her back and she stopped as if she had walked into a wall, turning slowly to look at him with shock on her face.
"I never..." she began but it was his turn to interrupt now.
"How is it not cheating for a married woman to have a sexually-based relationship with a man that isn't her husband?" He asked and he could see her getting angry now.
"Don't you use my own words..." She began, advancing on him, but he cut her off again.
"Channing Tatum." He said and she jerked as if he had slapped her.
"That's..." She began but he was merciless now.
"Ryan Reynolds... Hugh Jackman... Sam Worthington... Chris Hemsworth..." He could have gone on, but she managed to rally and cut in.
"That's not the same thing. I've never even met any of those men." She said, her face flushed red and he knew that he had a foothold, one that he wasn't about to let go of.
"But you own all of their movies, every one you can find." He said, his voice low and rough. "You ogle them and comment on their bodies and their talents and I know that you get off on them." She hugged herself and looked away, tears in her eyes. "So how is that not cheating?"