Summary: UnknownxUnknown; sometimes, you really just need to relax.
Notes: The characters were kept as vague as I could make them on purpose. Insert your favorite boy and girl pairing (crack or otherwise) that would be involved with politics and not living in Begnion. Sorry for being an indecisive writer, but I really couldn't decide which two characters would fit the scenario that I ended up writing.
Would You Lie With Me
She looked up as he entered the room, scowling and throwing the outer parts of his clothing down on the chairs spread throughout their sitting room. Carefully closing her book, she asked, "long day?"
He looked over at her and glared, but when met with her calm face he sighed and the scowl slipped off his face, replaced with a more neutrally exasperated expression. "You could say that again," he agreed, taking care to not respond with the hurtful comment that had been his first choice of response.
"Want to talk about it?" She sat up on the couch, all hints of redolent pleasure gone as she regarded him with those deep eyes of hers. When he scoffed, she chided, "it really does help, you know." She patted the sofa that she sat on, a gesture more command than invitation.
Lips quirking upwards in slight amusement at her assumption that he would do as she wanted, he nevertheless made his way over to her. "One of these days, I'll stop listening to those commands of yours," he warned.
She laughed, amused, and returned, "what commands? I said nothing that could be taken as a command, you realize." Her eyes gleamed with pleasure, and he snorted, glad that something so small kept her happy. However, her face slid back into a more serious expression as she asked, "what disaster happened this time?"
He groaned, cushioning his head in his hands, and admitted, "it's Begnion again. Sometimes I think that they're deliberately out to get us." At her questioning look, he explained, "they're being difficult about the trade treaties."
She allowed a soft tisking sound to escape, shaking her head at the folly of the other country. "They'll learn soon enough, especially with you there to beat the lesson into their representatives," she assured him, confidence ringing in her tones.
He relaxed again, placing his hand over the one she was letting rest on his near shoulder. "It's just that they're taking so long to realize it, I'm beginning to worry that there's more to it," he admitted.
"You need to take a break for a bit," she scolded, examining him. "Stay here for a few hours and I'll read one of the stories in this book to you."
He considered the offer. He really should rest a bit, for it would be no good if he pushed himself too hard and wasn't able to work. "All right, one story can't hurt," he agreed. "And I've already taken off my jacket." Stretching himself out on the couch, he placed his head in her lap and closed his eyes, relaxing as fully as he could.
She smiled down at him, carefully running her fingers through his hair with one hand while the other propped the book open again. Soon the only sound in the room was her soft voice reading an old story as he allowed himself to drift to what he fondly imagined as less complicated times.