Title: Weekends
Rating: NSFW (not explicit, but just to be safe)
Pairing: Hans/Anna
Notes: Because a lot of you guys asked for a sequel of sorts, well…here you go. Haha, I have to say as I was writing this, all I kept thinking at the back of my head was "Well, that escalated quickly!" and "Gee Hans, you're such a drama queen!" Hope you guys enjoy nonetheless!
In the unusual warmth of the night, the bedroom air was heady with the scent of sweat. Lying in the enormous piles of pillows, Anna smiled with satisfaction before sinking deeper into the arms of her bedmate. She blinked up to him, drinking in the sight of his handsome features. She giggled.
"That was amazing."
Hans replied with a smirk. "You always say that. Someday, I'm going to think you're just saying that out of routine."
"Well, I mean it every time." She assured, letting her nose take in the heightened scent of his body heat and cologne, wanting to just bury it to his skin until she inhaled him all.
He pulled out an arm from under the covers and traced a finger on her freckled cheek, his eyes glowing like embers in the aftermath of his earlier burning desire.
"Well, it pleases me that you are pleased."
Anna giggled, snaking an arm around his waist, her hand absently caressing his shoulder blade. He felt so good against her. Once again, she moved her eyes back to his face and was slightly alarmed at how somber he looked as he stared into nothing. This was such a sudden mood change to say the least.
"Hans, what's wrong? What're you thinking about?"
"Huh?" He blinked, suddenly aware, "Oh, nothing…"
"You looked super serious!" Anna teased, letting her finger trail slowly down his spine, "Don't worry, I was sincere with my compliments."
He let out a weak chuckle devoid of its usual warmth and charm, "No, I wasn't thinking of anything like that…"
This time, Anna frowned. She moved her ghosting finger from his back to cup his face, forcing eye contact "Oh, just come out and tell me! Stop being secretive already."
Hans looked…uncertain. Whatever he was contemplating was obviously gnawing him inside. Even more for him to just say it, to feel better, Anna thought. She waited patiently until he finally sighed, his breath blowing warmly on her face.
"Anna, I think maybe it's time I consider setting sail…"
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She snickered.
Anna let go of his face in favor of wrapping her arms around her stomach, trying to stem the bubbling laughter that soon spilled out from her. Oh, how tempted she was to just roll around the bed. "…Hans, you're hilarious." Really, Hans sure knew when to drop a wham line like that. She squeezed her eyes shut, immersed in her amusement.
The bed shifted. Startled, Anna opened her eyes and twisted around. Hans was now standing by his side of the bed, putting on his breeches while shooting her a blank expression, the light of the gas lamps outlining him. His voice was low as he spoke.
"Anna. I'm serious. I think…it's time I leave."
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"Wait—what?"
He bent down to pick up his strewn shirt, flapping it out in noisy snaps. "That was our original agreement, wasn't it? The one I signed…it's been long overdue."
Anna lifted herself, supported by an elbow, disbelief flooding her face. What started out as what she thought was a joke actually—she shook her head.
"Wait, wait, wait. And since when did we discuss this?"
"When we made our contract"—
"No! You know what I mean. Hans—what the…where is this coming from?" She sat up fully, removing the tangled sheets and cushions away from her, her glare sharply trained on his every movement as he buttoned up his shirt.
"Anna…it's been almost a year," He explained, finishing his task, "This arrangement has dragged on for too long."
"Oh! You poor baby!" She unashamedly gestured to her naked body, "How you must have suffered."
He exhaled sharply and gritted his teeth in frustration. "Anna, do you honestly expect me to stay like this forever?"
This only made her narrow her eyes more, "You've never had reason to complain!"
"I want to do something more with my life, Anna. Is that a crime?"
She scoffed, "Oh Hans…the last time you tried to do something with your life, you committed lots of crimes."
His eyes sparkled with anger at that reminder, a low growl escaping from his throat, "I know that! And I know that no one will ever let me live that down." He began working on the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up franticly. "But I just want to do something…"
Anna practically jumped off the bed, pillows falling to the floor. "I don't want to listen to this anymore."
"Anna."
"I helped you when you had nothing. Don't forget that." She snatched her nightgown that covered the nightstand, pulling it over her body in one livid jerk.
"We made a deal," he reminded piercingly.
"And we did more than just that. Not more than ten minutes ago if I recall."
Hans let out an angry grunt, shoving his trembling fingers through his disheveled hair, "I can't keep being your whore anymore!"
Anna reeled, and was just an octave away from screaming, outraged, "Oh, like you didn't have a choice!"
"Did you honestly expect we'd keep doing this forever?"
"Why now, Hans?"
"Anna, please! This was going to happen sooner or later whether you liked it or not."
Anna could feel an onslaught of tears forming in her eyes, but she willed herself not to cry, choosing instead to focus on the blind red fury that ravaged her head like a slicing migraine. She kicked a pillow, projecting the feelings that seemed to pour out in excess. "Oh and what happens when you go your way?" She snarled, her teeth chattering, "Are you going to seduce your way into another kingdom? Stage some accidents? Or will you just be happy spreading the thighs of some bored czarina?"
His voice hushed. "That's low, Anna."
"No you are."
"And what happens to me?" He barked back, his voice tightly gripping her attention, "One day, you're going to have to get married and have a family." She opened her mouth to protest but he stopped her, "Yes, Anna, you will. And it certainly won't be to a disgraced prince. What happens to me then? Do I still continue to keep nice, play house, pining for you to throw me a scrap of your presence?"
"Hans, stop it," a slight hysteria stuttering her words, "w-we can make this work."
"See? You don't even try to deny it."
"We agreed! No promises, no talks of future!" At this rate, she would latch on to anything that would oblige him to stay, no matter how flimsy.
"Just idle chats and sex! Like the entertaining courtesan you want me to be." He picked up his cravat, stuffing it into his back pocket. "I'm sorry, Anna. I just can't do this anymore."
She lost it then, throwing her self back onto the bed, muffling her cries in the sheets, fists pounding uselessly like a childish tantrum. All in the bed that they had made love in less than an hour ago. Less than an hour ago when it was all sweet words and passionate actions...
She stayed there for a long time, her own sobs echoing in her ears. And by the time her tears sapped out all her strength and lifted her stinging, bleary eyes, Hans was no longer in the room.
To be continued.