Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 104: Scene CIV

"ngh... I am sorry, my spouse..." — Truly apologetic to her mate, her forehead came to rest on Aslak’s chest. — "Even though we agreed on this escape..."

"haaa... Darn woman."

"Husband..." — Peeking up at the sighing man repeating his curse, Ewelina’s corners lightly lifted at his dejected energy. Meeting his squinted gaze accompanied by the grumble of the man.

"Darn Fatædi." — His lips couldn’t keep the wicked smile from emerging at his small wife’s shyness. Just as his soul could not stay calm from showing affection. — "You’re unfair, woman."

"No, I am not... Husband will learn this later."

"Hm? What will you teach me? Grmm, my Fatædi..." — Entertained by how firm at times she became, Aslak nuzzled his wife. Giving small kisses on her fur as he felt nice with her mere scent.

"I wonder... Haha~ ah husband, so many kisses."

"Can’t we still enjoy privacy?"

"We can. Yet husband cannot be naughty."

"..... I don’t think I’m naughty. That word is for children." — Separating from the woman, Aslak retorted. Gazing at her figure while the surprised Ewelina attentively listened to his words. Innocent. Enough to change the man’s pout into a mischievous smirk. — "... Wife. You can be naughty."

"!? W-what? I am not–!"

"Wife is small. So you can."

"! I am not... that small."

"You are. I need to bend to reach you. You can hide easily behind me too... Haha. Ewelina you are small."

"... Husband is simply too big." — Slightly upset at how Aslak described her size, Ewelina grumbled, staying distant even when his hands kept her near.

The expression of the woman suddenly reminded him of the one she showed at her private chamber while speaking about her appearance, and holding his breath, silence settled between them while he recalled the one advice he reluctantly asked of the warlock before the hunt went to the fire.

— Praise? A word to praise a woman’s appearance?... What on earth... —

— She used the word "dull" before but I don’t think she is. —

— Young idiot, did you not deny it?? —

— I did. But I couldn’t think of a word to praise her. —

— Hurmm... How about "beautiful"? She might– —

— No. She said that about my eyes. I can’t use that word. —

— You’re not fighting, her dumb ole. Using her words is fine. —

—... Not "beautiful". —

— Sigh... Then tell me how ya see her, and I’ll give ya the word you seek. —

"... Ewelina?" — To her name, the woman’s stares lifted to look at his amber eyes that fought the anxiety.

"?"

"...."

Curious she simply waited, aware that more was to be said. Even though a tad reticent as his silence caused mistaken conceptions in her thoughts.

’If he continues to tease me about my size...’ — "Yes, Husband? What is it?"

"... There’s something that bothered me since I didn’t know what to tell you. About you saying you’re dull."

"... W-what about it? Y-you... You... Did you change your mind? You said... I wasn’t..." — Nervous to hear him take back his words, Ewelina’s brows showed the trouble it incited. And afraid, a step back was given.

One quickly stopped by the also agitated man.

"!?"

"Why are you drifting away? Don’t do that."

"I-... Husband I do not... want you to say you changed your mind."

"..."

"T-this time I will accept a lie..." — Shrinking into her shoulders, Ewelina’s voice trembled as she requested. Saddened already by her own words and beliefs.

’I was so happy... Him saying he liked my appearance... Yet now...’

Conflict emerged inside her frail self.

The youthful side of her current being was clouding her wisdom by the strong feelings the soul amassed for the spouse her fate had bonded her to.

Yet Aslak stared at the woman, annoyed at the conflict her visage portrayed and the discord such sight provoked in his guts. And his hands... Couldn’t help but react.

"! Ah. It hurts–!"

"I didn’t change my mind, woman. Don’t tell me to lie either."

"!! T-truly?...! Umh, Husband your grasp...!" — Hopeful to his correction of her beliefs, Ewelina’s eyes shined moved even by his fierce glare. Only flinching again at the strength of the man’s hand around her limbs.

"!... Sorry, I... I didn’t mean to hurt you..."

It was now him whose trouble could not be concealed. And a throb to her heart was sent by the hesitation of his touch to remain on her, making the step she had taken away from Aslak be taken back. Closing the distance. Laying her hands on him this time desiring to remain within his easy reach.

Gentle, forgetting the brief fright of the innocent part of her being that made Ewelina behave foolishly.

"... I know you didn’t mean to... Husband has been mindful... Every time he holds me... Hence I am conscious, my spouse..." — Softly, the woman told the man. Coming to fiddle with the cloth of his blouse as his hands wouldn’t completely rest on her waist as she wished he would.

Nevertheless, the woman did not surrender to the anxiety and continued to convey her thoughts and curiosity, with the affection the man has assured the woman he liked.

"What bothered you... Tell me, Aslak." — Small as he had mentioned, she tried sweetly to graze his nose with mild loveliness. — "Forgive me for asking for your lies..."

"... You’re not dull..." — Looking into his fated lung’s brown hues Aslak commenced, also with a soft sound. — "I said I like your appearance... and it bothered me because I had no word to replace ’dull’ with..."

"... I see... So that is–"

"I know the word now."

"W-what is it? ?"

— Pleasant light? —

— Yes. Ewelina’s company and appearance feel like pleasant light... Not warm enough to burn me or dim to not be seen. Beautiful isn’t the word for that. —

"Not dull... Fatædi you are resplendent. That’s how you appear to me."

"..."

"... Was it not the right word?" — To her silent staring he inquired, feeling conflicted again. Only to be held back by the slim hands of the woman that took his countenance.

"If that is what you think then it is the correct word, my awkward man."

With force he did not know she had, his body was made to bend to receive the overwhelmed woman’s seal of her lips. Even sliding her tongue shyly between his surprised edges because of how strongly she desired to taste the sweet savage’s warmth.