(I should start calling these smuts I'm not 12

Also reading is wearing a dress because like lemons are hard to make gender neutral but I try.)

You keep your head in a book, not reading, but resting your forehead onto the dried ink. You were tired of sitting in your room all day while Maven continued to read letters. You forced him out of his office so he would be more human. Instead, he took the letters with him. Idiot.

You just keep your forehead pressed against the book on your desk. Often, you trail your fingers over the wood, freezing it into a fancy pattern of ice. It's all you can do. Keep your frustrations to yourself. Let him do what he needs to.

"When are you going to be done?" You ask, completely regarding everything you just said to yourself. You could hear him putting the papers down as he got up. Getting up? Woah man, you didn't expect that. You lift your head. He takes your hands into his, making you stand up.

"You could have asked me to put them down and I would have done it."

"That was the whole point of moving you to your room and you didn't put them down then, now did you?"

"I'm not choosing to be busy. If I could choose, I'd choose all the time in the world with you."

Gushy gushy, you think. He doesn't mean it. It still makes you blush.

He squints his eyes. "What's that look in your eyes? Is it what I said?"

"No, absolutely not Maven."

He presses his hips against yours and forces you to lean against the desk. A quick hand grabs your wrist and holds you in place. He still held that curious look in his eyes while his lips held a sadistic smirk.

"Well, what is it?"

You blush a coat of silver. What has gotten over him? It scares you a little. Maven isn't usually like this. But you love to challenge the king. You match his sadistic smirk with your own.

"You're going to have to make me."

He pushed his curly hair out of his face as he smiled. He looks happy you challenged him. Smiling like a twisted teenager. Uh oh? His smile shows his teeth, which taunt you and foreshadow his intentions.

"Are you sure you want me to?"

You fidget against his body. "I want everything you want, my king." You coo.

His smile turns into a delicate grin as he kisses the edge of your jaw, trailing down into the naked flesh on your neck. Your lace your fingers into his hair as your eyes widen. His lips are hot, sending chills up your back. He is warm against your cold, silver flesh. You always wondered what a certain burner found feel like pressed against your body. Hot. It feels hot.

You make a soft yelp as he bites down onto your silver-tinted skin. He was enjoying himself. You can feel his smirk from in between your neck and collar bone. His hands curl around your waist and to the ties at the back of your material. His fingers quickly wove away the laces tying you together. The dress falls from your shoulders, and you hold a hand to keep it up. An instinct, not a boundary. Maven notices.

"Should I not have done that?" He whispers, holding the dress up himself. Embarrassed, you shake your head.

"No no no, I suppose I am just anxious. I apologize?" Uncertainty rings throughout your voice. It makes Maven grin. He holds your waist. The dress falls to reveal your under layer.

"You have nothing to be anxious about. Everything is you."

You nod slowly, gripping onto the desk as Maven's hands trail onto the cotton fabric of your undershirt. All you want is for him to grab onto your skin. His slow caress feels like teasing. Especially when one of his hand's circles around your chest, not grabbing or groping. Just palming the area and looking for your reaction.

You stutter. "Take off your shirt now, idiot."

"Idiot? I am wounded, darling. But I shall listen to your orders." He gives a sarcastically dramatic bow before taking both layers of top off of his body. His firm shoulders shape as he takes the inverted sleeves off of his hands. You've never seen Maven shirtless before. The closest to this is when you woke up in his bed to him buttoning up his undershirt. Even seeing that made you want him. And now you look at his well-toned chest. You think of all the times you've trained with him, throwing him wall to wall in the arena. And he was hiding this from you? Muscles?

You almost want to apologize for calling him scrawny the last ten years.

"I'd be lying to you if I said I was waiting to get you back for calling me scrawny." Maven says with a prideful smile.

Goddamnit. "You got me there, Maven."

"And look at your face. What would you call me now?"

"My husband."

"Good answer."

He goes to touch you again but you hold up your hand. You take the shirt from off of your body, revealing yourself to him. He looks you in the eyes, seeing your uncertainty. He steps close to you, holding you against him. He doesn't stare. It almost feels better that way. And for the first time today, he kisses you. You can taste his burning passion as he holds you close to him. Chest on chest, and soon enough, thigh against thigh.

You both struggle to take the pants off of each other. You giggle and laugh as Maven almost falls over getting his feet out his clothes. His member is erect even as you two laugh together, holding onto each other as lover's do.

"Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not, I promise."

He looks into your eyes. Time seems to slow for you. You can see him smiling, not holding his happiness away from you. You hope he likes your smile. You hope he likes you. You hope that holding you in his arms makes him forget about all of his problems. You want to be his spouse and not just the second ruler of Norta.

He feels the same way.

He kisses you, holding you against him. Your cold skin cools him down and his hot skin warms you up. Perfect. An array of fire and ice battling for dominance.

You place your hand on his member, the cold making him shiver in excitement. You let your fingers graze the tip, causing him to make a low groan. The sexiest noise he could have ever made.

Embarrassed, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away. Gently. Maven is gentle. His neck burned with the color silver and you laugh at him. He lifts you, making you sit on the desk. Then he started kissing your chest, the skin turning red where his lips were. He's burning hot. He trails down to your stomach. Eventually, he is on his knees, his curly black hair brushing against your thigh.

His kisses form into licks, where the takes the pleasure in tasting you completely. He pulls away for a second, blowing cold air onto you. You squirmed.

"Stop that!"

He giggles when he makes you moan out his name. You open your legs more as he stands up. He grabs your thighs, eyeing you as you lean back. He smirks to himself. You're ready for him. He swiftly enters you, holding you in place as you relax. He then pulls his hips back and forth, grunting and breathing heavily. You match his noises with your own, higher pitch and more drastic. He went harder and harder, trying to see what noises he can force out of you. Your hands went from the desk to his forearms to the desk again. You squirmed and he held you in place, thrusting into you until you wouldn't speak without moans in between.

And more someone as reserved and sarcastic as him, the closest to finishing he got the louder he became. It turned you on even more to hear his cute noises. His cheeks turned a bright white shade as his pants became heavier.

"(Y/N), ah~"

"More, Maven! P-Please, keep going!"

You tense up as you feel the welcoming knot form into your stomach. Maven keeps going in unrhythmic, sloppy thrusts that feel so good. He lifts you up, the angle making him hit the exact right spot. Your head begins to spin as you finish, pulsating against his member. You hold your breath, digging your nails into his arms. He lets out a pathetic gasp and hunches over as he finishes inside of you, putting both hands on the desk beside you. You both look at each other, panting and silver.

"Fine," you say between pants, "I'll tell you."