You guys do not want to know the real-life story behind this ficcie. Seriously.
Disclaimer: As sexy/bad-ass as Kratos is, I don't own him. As totally kick-ass as Tales of Symphonia is, I don't own it. They belong to Namco, the lucky bastards.
"Come on!"
"No."
"Please? Please, please, please?"
"No, Anna. I don't like it."
"How do you know you don't like it? You haven't even tried it on yet!"
"I just do."
Anna pouted, sticking her lower lip out. Kratos groaned.
"Don't give me that face."
She widened her eyes.
"Anna…"
She batted her eyelashes. "Pretty please?"
Kratos glared at her for a few seconds before he sighed in defeat. "Fine. But you cheat."
"How do I cheat?"
"You use my weaknesses against me. You know I can't refuse a face like that."
She shrugged. "It's not cheating, it's…good people skills."
He shook his head. "All right, shall we get this over with?" He stood up and began to undress.
Anna giggled, whistled, and began to hum a striptease song. Kratos gave her a dirty look. "Stop acting so childish. Just be grateful that I'm doing this at all."
She giggled again and hugged his waist from her position on the chair. "Well, what would your reaction be if I started to strip in front of you?"
Anna suddenly had the breath knocked out of her. Kratos, his chest now bare, had ducked down and seized her by the waist. "Hey! Put me down!"
He held her up to eye level and wrapped her legs around his waste. He gently kissed her, using his tongue to tease her lips. He pulled out of this kiss and moved his mouth down to her neck. As his lips pressed against her skin, he carried her into the bedroom, and together they fell on the bed.
After some kissing, some moaning, some groaning, some biting, some hands in each other's hair, some nails digging into his back, and some panting, Kratos rolled to the other side of the bed. Anna turned and buried her face in his chest. She reached over and took his left hand in hers, watching the matching rings sparkle.
"You did this just to get out of trying the tux on, didn't you?" she accused him.
"I hate that tux. I'd rather wear my Judgement suit," he whispered, running a finger down Anna's spine. She shivered and snuggled deeper into his arms.
"Fine, you don't have to wear the tux. You can wear whatever you'd like. Cheater."
"In your own words, love, it's just good people skills."