Sharm turned the page of the book as the sun began setting on the northernly horizon. Joats had passed the book along to him around lunch time and hed not been able to put it down since. Now that it had been several years since the overturn of the tyrant lord, many people were taking on more leisurely activities, and Joats, as he had promised, had written the account of the Tyrants downfall, starting with Sharms rather embarrassing standoff against the crazy husband of the Goddess of Chaos.
BAH! GAH! NNRAGH! Mele stormed through the door, throwing her cloak on the chair and her sword (more decorative than practical) against the wall where it bounced with a resounding clang of metal on stone and clattered to the floor, bent in several places.
Negotiations go well today? Sharm asked as he turned another page, completely disinterested, but asking all the same for her sake.
GRAH! HRRRRRR! she answered, barely able to unbuckle her large ornamented belt. She threw off her heavy, embroidered tunic with as much vigor and conceded to sit down long enough to angrily remove her boots. IF I NEVER SEE ANOTHER WEST-AGOTHIAN AGAIN I SHALL DIE HAPPY!
Was he rude? Sharm chanced a peek over the top of the book to watch her strip off her pants and exchange the last of her imperial gear for a simple satin slip.
I WISH! she wrested with her jewelry, dropping the expensive pieces of gold and jewels on the plush carpet on her way to the bed. That piece of sleaze crap thinks he can keep trying to flirt with me to get me to cave into his demands!
Did no one tell him the secret? He turned another page.
He already knows Im married, Mele pouted, a questioning look at the novel in Sharms hand.
Darling, everyone knows that. I meant that hed get his way more if he sparred with you than trying to appeal to your already satisfied feminine side. He raised an eyebrow at his blushing wife briefly before turning back to the book.
Mele opened and closed her mouth several times, caught between indignation, embarrassment and humor.
Play with me, she finally said, inching closer on the bed, fully intent on snatching the book from Sharms grip.
I would, believe me, I would, but I promised Joats Id return the book to him tomorrow. Hes quite anxious to know what I think about it. If you ask, Im sure hed let you read it too, He transferred the book over to his right hand and held it out of her reach as he continued to read.
Dont make me negotiate with you, Ive been stuck in a council room all day. You wont like my negotiations. She leaned forward, her nose brushing the inside of his ear, a dangerous lilt to her voice that suggested shed be reaching for her sword soon. He looked over to the wall where her sword lay in a miserable state, knowing full well that itd be just as dangerous in her hands. He sighed and snaked his free hand around her waist.
Darling youre tired, and if Im not mistaken, you have more extensive border discussions tomorrow with the Stratas. It would be in your best interest to get some sleep.
Boy, dont make me get off this bed and get that miserable piece of scrap metal! She threatened. He knew under that threat was her constant complaint against not being able to make her own weapons. Years later and she was still sour she had no time to spare for her past occupation.
Mele, he sighed again, dropping her pet names, Let me finish this book tonight and I promised tomorrow will be all about you. He gave her his most charming smile and even cupped her chin to bestow a peck of a kiss on her pouting lips.
Fine, she said, but crawled into his lap anyway, letting him know that she still controlled their relationship in her own way and even though she was not pulling him away from the book, she was not to be ignored that night. He chuckled and settled his hand on her hip as she nestled her head against his jaw, almost instantly falling asleep from exhaustion.
Tomorrow were going to sit out in the gardens, she commanded, hand gently stroking the back of his neck.
I kind of like you shirtless. Think you can wait for me out there like this?
Ill manage somehow, he murmured, knowing that even though she was drifting between sleep and consciousness in their conversation, she would not forget.
Had this one done for a while...
Sharm actually loses an arm before these two are ever close to being like this. But it just looked so cute in the sketch with his arm around her I had to leave it. (actually, the hand that's holding the book is the one he loses, but that's beside the point!)
Mele and Sharm (c) to me! No stealing.
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