Hybrid Princess

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    “It’s work! It’s heavy lifting,” Aryan defended. “Albeit, on the lighter side, but still work. And I have to go upstairs and everything. Practically back-breaking labour. You’re a hard task master, darling. You put up a different sort of fight. You never have to carry me to bed.” He smiled softly as she made herself comfortable in his arms. “Though I suppose you’re more agreeable than I usually am.”

“Oi.” Hope lightly smacked the side of his head. “I’d hardly call carrying your petite wife heavy lifting. Don’t be rude.” She frowned in sleepy confusion. “You can teleport. . . Why’re you walking up the stairs anyway?” He had the option of blinking and appearing in their bedroom, so it didn’t make sense for him to take the long way around, unless he just wanted the thrill of being able to complain about it. 

“Well, go on, then,” Hope giggled softly without opening her eyes. “Show off for me, husband.” It didn’t count as using him if he offered in the first place. Besides. If Aryan wanted her in bed with him, he’d have to get her there himself, because Hope had just gotten to that peak level of coziness on the couch and she was not about to get up and ruin it. 

    “Is it really showing off if you not have your eyes open to see it, wife?” Aryan mused, coming around the couch to slip his arms beneath her and lift her easily. He nuzzled her cheek softly as he held her to his chest and started up the stairs. “‘Tis a strange feeling, isn’t it? Me being the one who wants you to come to bed? Not sure about this turn of events. I much prefer when you’re the one that has to do the work.”

She nodded and hummed in agreement. “’Course it is.” She turned her head and nuzzled him back with a contented little hum. “You can hardly call it work. I didn’t put up even half the fight you usually do.” Hope shifted in his arms and blindly reached up to put an arm around his neck and turned her face into his shoulder. “I’d say I’m quite agreeable.” 

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    “I would, but since I kissed you, it’s now all over me,” Aryan smirked, continuing to press light kisses to her legs. “Well yes, but I would certainly still follow your orders. Leave you all alone, wanting… gets you delightfully worked up.” He’d pay for it later, of course, but her revenge tended to work in his favour regardless. He chuckled softly as she pressed back against his touch.

She’d all but forgotten about painting at this point. At his mention of leaving, Hope slid a hand into his hair and gripped it firmly. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned. No, she wasn’t in the mood for games, not now that he’d gotten her in the mood. Hope slid forward a bit on her stool, hoping he’d take the not-so-subtle hint and invitation to move his kisses up her thigh. Yes, she’d definitely forgotten about painting. 

“Go on sweetheart, let it all out”

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“Threatening to break my grandfather is sort of the opposite of calming down.” Hope sighed and gently tugged him down so she could kiss his cheek. “It’s very sweet, though. Stay here until you get a handle on that anger. . . I’m going to go. . .deal with my family.” They were almost free to leave. . in another hour or so. Then this would just be another in a long string of bad memories.

Everything about this situation was wrong, there was nothing to make her smile, but that was exactly what Hope did. “I love you for defending my honor,” she said softly. “But I’ve been dealing with my grandfather and his insults for a long time. They’re just words, Aryan. . Words that I can handle. But look at me.” Hope moved her hands from his chest to cup his face. “Listen to me. . .He has much more effective ways to hurt me, and he will use them when this is all over, if you don’t calm down. So. . yeah, breathe. Stay in here if you need a minute, but you have to calm down before you go back in there.”