I knocked on the door.

"Come in," he intoned darkly. I giggled and pushed open the door. Inside it was dimly lit by candles, and the living room table was covered with a sheer white table cloth and plastic pumpkins. Dom lay on the couch in a ridiculous feathered red jacket, sipping wine. I sat on the edge of the couch and kissed him.

"You're a handsome bird boy." I took the wine from his hand and drank.

"And what are you?" He eyed me slowly, and I blushed. "A ghost?"

"No, silly. I'm an angel." I was wearing a white mini-dress, light pink tights, and a golden headband. I left my wings at home.

"Hardly," he commented. Something dinged in the kitchen and Dom sat up, telling me to stay here. I propped myself up on the couch and breathed in the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen. Dom entered balancing the two plates in one arm, and holding a bottle of wine in the other.

"How do you even do that?" I exclaimed, getting up. "Let me help you!"

"No!" he protested, turning away. He brought the food to the table.

"This looks fantastic," I complimented. The dish was one of broccoli over what looked like lime shrimp, with a side of cornbread. I ate happily, unaware of Dom's cooking abilities. We talked quietly, only interrupted by a couple kids knocking on the door and yelling, "TRICK-OR TREAT!" Dom and I yelled "GO AWAY!" in turn. I finished and got up to put my plate away. Dom began to say something, but I silenced him with a finger to his lips. I washed it and returned to Dom channel-surfing. I cuddled up next to him.

"Ooh, Hocus Pocus is on!" I said childishly, "I wanna watch it!" It was the part where the kids trap the witches in the school and Max goes crazy over the intercom.

"Why do you like this movie?" Dom asked, obviously pointing out its cheesiness.

"Nostalgia. And some of the quotes from the weird witch." The kids were back at Max's house now.

"I always thought this part was a little risqué when I was little," I mentioned. Dom chuckled. I caught him snorting to himself and making a face, as if trying to hold something in.

"What?" I asked quizzically.

"Nothing, I just thought of something."

"I can take it."

"If you like risqué, I can help you with that." Dom turned off the TV.

"Like…" I paused, running my tongue over my teeth, "Trick-or-treating?"

"Baby, I'm all tricks," Dom whispered into my ear. I kissed him eagerly. I mumbled against his lips.

"God knows I love a bad boy."