"She's pulling us away from our honeymoon for a fucking ball?" Anya yells as she paces the room.
Artie was waiting for her to calm down because he knew from experience that when she was angry, she wasn't going to listen.
He told the royal driver to wait until he could convince his wife to go with him.
"I mean, we specifically said that we didn't want to be interrupted unless it was a dire emergency that required your attention!"
"Anya..."
"But no, she interrupts us for a damn wedding ball. A fucking wedding ball and I don't even like going to balls. This was suppose to our honeymoon!"
"Anya..."
"Why can't anyone understand that we need time alone, away from the royal duties."
"Anya..."
"But no, no one seems to understand that. The kingdom wants a wedding ball to celebrate our wedding. Couldn't they wait a few more days?"
"Anya!"
"What?" She yells, turning to face him.
He walks up to her and gently places his hands on her arms.
"I don't like this either. I know how much this honeymoon means to you. I know you didn't want to be interrupted but we can't deny the kingdom their wishes. It's our duty." Artie said calmly to his angry wife.
He didn't like it either but he was King and a King has to fulfill his duties whether he liked them or not.
Sometimes he wished he didn't have to be interrupted for every little thing simply because he was king but he couldn't do anything about it.
"I'm not going." She says as she shakes his arms off and walks to the window, crossing her arms angrily.
"Anya..." he whispers softly.
She was really upset and he understood why.
She doesn't answer, instead she looks the other way, completely ignoring him.
He smiles at her.
She always was one for being a little childish when she didn't want to talk to him.
She'd ignore him and give him the silent treatment like a little girl.
He thought it was cute.
But he also knows how to tame her.
So, he walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her front.
She's stiff so he tilts his head so his lips are close to touching her neck, his breath tickling her neck.
"You look cute when you're mad." He whispers.
She shivers slightly but doesn't move.
"Well then I'm about to get real adorable."
He chuckles, his breath tickling her.
He feels her tighten her arms around her chest.
He knows she's struggling.
"I'm not going. I'm staying here." She says.
"Too bad," He whispers in ear. "I wanted you to come with me so you can...distract me."
He's trailing soft, gentle kisses down her neck and stops at her pulse point.
Her weakness.
She's shaking now and he can hear breathing hard but she still doesn't uncross her arms.
He takes it up a notch.
He kisses her pulse point.
He kisses it again. And again. And again. And again.
"Your pulse is racing," he murmurs against her neck.
She breathing hard and shaking but she still doesn't uncross her arms.
She's stubborn.
He tries another tactic.
He moves so he's in front of her.
She's trembling hard but refuses to give in.
He chuckles again and leans into her ear and whispers. "You can't stay like that forever."
She doesn't say anything but turns her head.
He pushes his body against hers but she steps back.
He smiles mischievously as he sees his opportunity and continues walking towards her.
She keeps stepping back until her back touches the wall.
She swears under her breath and before she can move, Artie presses his body against hers, squishing her between the wall and him.
"Stop," she says looking him in the eye but Artie can see a very faint trace of desire in her eyes.
"Are you going to come with me back to Far, Far Away for the wedding ball?"
She narrows her eyes at him and turns her head.
"No."
"Are you sure?" He whispers against her ear, his hands going under her lace up top.
She sucks in a breath but refuses to give in.
Artie smiles and kisses her neck, jaw, cheek, the side of her mouth.
He hears a faint moan escape from her lips.
His hands go up higher, touching her ribs and she softens ever so slightly before she stiffens again.
He's got her.
He brushes his lips over hers but she's not kissing him back.
He hands go down and grips her butt, pressing her into him and that's when she loses it.
She moans and locks her arm around his neck, pulling him tighter.
She kisses him back passionately as she feels his hand grab her thigh and place her leg on his hip.
She moans as she feel his hardness pressing into her.
When they pull away, he smiles at her.
"Not one word or I'll break your arms." She threatens.
He presses into her and she bites her lips when she feels him pressing into a spot so sweet.
"I knew you couldn't hold out for long." He whispers as he kisses her neck.
She looks at him when he pulls back.
"You owe me big time for this." She says seriously.
He kisses her lightly before pulling away from her.
"Oh believe me, I will."