"I'm back!"
Mary peered at him over the edge of her book, and burst into a bright smile. "Welcome back!" Her voice accidentally rose an octave on the last word, and she reddened, ducking back behind her book once more.
He dropped his bag on the floor, and pulled up a chair, leaning over next to Mary's book. She smelled a bit like herbs and chamomile, he thought, and she leaned a little closer, the heat of her body warming his shoulder. He had to clear his throat a little before he asked, "What's it about?"
Mary's pink irises shot up to meet his, and quickly directed back to the book, her ears tinted red. "H-hm..."
He felt a smile on his face as she pursed her lips, her feet waving beneath her. "It's, uh..." her face brightened, and she nodded, "About a lonely princess who wants to read a lot of books, but she can't because the evil prince!"
He raised his eyebrows at her and he faked hurt, pressing his hand to his chest. "So I'm the evil prince?"
She looked startled, and shook her head vigorously, taking his hand away from his chest with her small hands. "No, no! You're definitely not the mean prince! You're...uh...h-hm."
She mumbled into silence, her face progressively reddening with each second. He grinned at her- he really shouldn't be teasing her this much, but honestly, she was too cute. He leaned closer, cupping his ear. "Hmmm?"
She blushed deeply, and tried to push him away with the hand that was holding his wrist. "N-nothing...!"
He leaned closer, his breath on her neck, and she flustered weakly, and his voice chuckled playfully into her hair. She giggled, and pushed his head onto her shoulder. "It tickles..."
His hands lifted to wiggle at her sides, and she shrieked, trying to assume an angry face. "S-stop...!" He tickled her sides, and the giggles tumbled out of her mouth, and she lightly hit the top of his head with the book. "Hey, hey, just because we're married now doesn't mean-hey!"
She had all but nearly fallen off the chair, laughter bubbling out of her mouth like a fountain, and he ignored her protests until she began gasping for breath. He gave her a shit-eating grin and she glared at him, face red and shoulders heaving.
Mary righted the chair and crossed her legs, pouting. "You really are the evil prince after all." He hummed and nestled his head into her soft, soft hair. "Mm."
His arms tucked under her legs and picked her up, and his eyes flashed at her mischievously. He marched her up the stairs, and she spluttered as he bent over to kiss her rosebud mouth. "Well," he said, leaning down again for another kiss, "you looked like you were enjoying it, though."