"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Raka watched Ana's round ass wiggling as she dug for something deep in the couch cushions. She pulled out a candy bar wrapper and held it up to him, waving it in his face.
"This place is a pig sty," she grumbled, turning around to dig deeper. She bent until her face was flush with the floor, her arm feeling around under the couch.
Raka gave an exasperated sigh, setting the bags of groceries he had brought in on the end table. He moved up behind her, putting his hands on her hips.