Dimitri was ready for a fight or further argument. They usually went from yelling and crying to usually some kind of calm eventually. But this time, Nesryn seemed thrown off, caught off guard enough that she seemed distracted as he spoke. He tried to understand what could have thrown her off her game, only realizing it was the hold he had pulled off when he felt her hands on his chest. Right, he just pulled off a move in his emotional state that she often did to him. Mostly by luck, some from watching and learning. Either way, it was still impressive to get something like that on his assassin wife. He thought for a moment that she was upset and opened his mouth to apologize again. However, he quickly shut his mouth the moment he felt her hands slip lower, stirring his confusion and attention to where her hands traveled. When that delicate touch became a pull into her space and pressing them against each other, he felt himself choke on air and instantly his mind leapt from arguments to that familiar look in her eyes and the warmth of her body against him. It was hard not to notice the curves of her body or that he noticed that half-lidded look. It drew a rush of heat and attraction through him, something he was sure she could tell by now with how close they were.  “N-Nes—wh—“ He blurted out when his mind finally caught up with him, making his arousal puzzling and her actions bewildering. She still had tears staining her cheeks, still was a bit flushed, and she had just been furious with him and him angry with her. Surely she couldn’t want to sleep with him like this. But his better sense was yanked from him the moment she kissed along his jaw and whispered his name. What man wouldn't be brought to his knees by his wife pushing all of their pressure points and tugging him along to the bed?
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Dimitri had to catch his breath in the afterglow, feeling that languid yet exciting rush still running through him. His body still felt like a live wire, but he was calm and satisfied. It wasn’t a surprise when Nesryn was by him and seemed just as relaxed. However, he couldn’t get her face out of his mind, her anger and tears, and it instantly caused him to come back to reality. While the fight was technically over, he didn’t want her leaving this bed thinking he wasn’t sorry for the way he spoke to her. He moved over to her, kissing her shoulder as he pulled her in close. “Sorry for earlier. I was being an ass.” He told her gently as he cuddled her, wanting to still chase that warmth from her. “I love you so much...” He finally said, feeling it tug a bit at his worry as he thought of then letting her go chase after some bounty hunter...

Asena smiled as he kissed her neck, his lips brushing the skin and tickling some. She was feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness and relief. She hadn’t felt this kind of simple happiness in a while, not since Damon died. It was nice to find it again with someone that was her safety and blossoming love. It was fun, new, and exciting, making her feel the warmth quickly traveling south as he tempted her with more of the fun from the night before. She gave him a giggle when his hand grazed lower, her hand tracing his chest and raising to his cheek. “Someone’s insatiable.” She teased before shifting so she could reach his lips. She kissed him deeply, enjoying the pull of attraction that ran through her. When she needed to pull away for a breath, she gave him a little look of challenge. “I’m all yours...show me.” She told him to see if he could make good on that promise.

Dimitri knew he shouldn’t have snapped like that, especially when he knew Nesryn wasn’t the type to do anything maliciously. This situation was just because she wanted to protect them. He couldn’t fault her for that after the life she lived and the fact she was the only one skilled enough to actually deal with this person. But he could fault her running out and messing with some **** that could harm her...But what else could she do? He had to apologize, but he wasn’t sure how to even begin.
He sat on the bed, running his hand through his hair as she came in. She was a flurry of movement, working off her clothes to put on her assassin’s garb. He winced at her biting words, understanding he deserved them back after snapping at her like that. However, watching her readying to fight this man made him rise, worry rising within him as she went on. He hated that he made her cry, let alone that she was now running out angry. But she had to understand that involving the young boy in this wasn’t good, let alone that she was involved in all this. Couldn’t for once they just have a calm life? Something that didn’t feel like someone somewhere was trying to take everything from them?
The barbed words about the world being an awful place and that he had to be more cynical made his jaw tighten. He knew she was angry and that she meant it but he tried not to take it to heart. He couldn’t lose his faith in humanity, or even some hope in how the world could be a better place if people made an effort. She was hurt, he could see it in her face and hear it in her words when she reminded him of the time he tried to protect her. While he took the hit for her, she was left to deal with the after math. He swore past that point that he would make sure he never did that to her again, but he also didn’t want to lose her because she took on the wrong opponent. The idea of losing her made his heart drop into his stomach and drove him to try and catch up.
“Nes—“ He called to her but she seemed keen on leaving still. If he didn’t at least stop her now she was going to leave and go after this man angry. While he didn’t want her going after him at all, he knew he couldn’t actually ask her not to fight. He did that with Luna and saw the way it broke her down. However, he couldn’t let her charge into this without proper planning if she was going to do it.
In the worry and fear, he reached out, catching her arm and finessing into that hold she often used on him. It was only to stop her and get her attention before she ran out of here. He turned her quickly releasing her back toward their room.
“Please don’t leave here angry. I’m so sorry I pushed you like this and made you feel like I didn’t support you. I do...I promise I do. I just got in my own head that we were fine and wanted so badly for you to not have to fight like this anymore. All you wanted was a home and to get away from this life. I wanted to give that to you...and here you are having to put all that on your shoulders again. Nes, you can’t keep putting yourself in danger over us. I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want to lose you either.” He said, unable to help his own emotions from slipping through. He gave a heavy sigh and quickly looked down, knowing that that wasn’t fair to put in her mind.
“I don’t want you to do it but I understand why you are... But Nes, don’t storm off and attack this guy while angry. He’s got to know your reputation and be ready for you. Charging in there is dangerous. At least let’s talk about this and make a plan. You obviously know something about this man, why not try and use that against him?” He asked trying to get her to see at least a little reason before he lost her. He knew he couldn’t stop her, but he sure as hell wouldn’t let her get killed.

He chuckled a bit, a bass reverberation through his chest. "Yes, Asena, it's perfect." He shifted to lean in and softly kiss her neck. "If you want, I can show you how good it is before we get up." He grinned softly, trailing his hand down her belly.

 Dimitri winced at the mention of cooking with Luna. He was trying to be supportive, but he may have to beg Nesryn and Luna to just let him take over the kitchen with Bryer and Eir. It was a shock to him how the women could manage to burn everything they touched. He loved his wife and ate everything with earnest she made, but a man could only take so many nights of burnt or bland dinners. Besides, he was trained in cooking and could cook very well. He might as well try to make sure they ate well once a week.
She told him about her day, her pretty green eyes trailing to the sweet as she did so, making him smile. He lifted the sweet cake, offering it to her to bite as she finished. But Bryer interrupted, bringing in some of his plants. Dimitri blinked when he began by asking if Nesryn was feeling better after puking. Puking? Dimitri looked his wife up and down with a concerned look, his brows pinched with worry. Why didn’t she mention her puking? Was she trying to hide that from him? By the annoyed look on her face, he confirmed that line of thinking. He placed the sweet cake down, wondering a moment why Nesryn felt the need to hide illness from him. Surely she knew if she was ill they should get Eir to examine her or take her to the temple to be seen.
Before he could even suggest that, Bryer went in on describing his little information gathering hiatus. With the worry already building in his system, to hear the news of the pair rooting around for information about some Hogan Lasky made him tense in irritation. First of all, who the hell was Hogan? Wait, was that the bounty hunter? That sent further worry through him, especially as he glanced toward Bryer. Bryer was a young man, one just shy of being considered an adult, yes. But he was also young and dumb, prone to making mistakes and their best friend’s adopted son. If some bounty hunter really was on this island looking for them, Bryer snooping into that man’s business put a target on his back. A larger one if he found out anything of substance. Bryer could be captured and silenced for sticking his nose into this business. What the hell was Nesryn thinking? Furthermore, why would she ask Bryer before confiding in him about this? Did she not trust him to help? Was she actually thinking a child would be more reliable than her husband?
Dimitri wasn’t sure if it was his long day at work or the recent stress of hearing a bounty hunter was after them or maybe the worry over hearing his wife was sick, but something in him started to fester. Irritation leaked into his expression and slight hurt at the fact Nesryn was keeping things from him, let alone finding Bryer a safer confidant than the man that literally helped her catch Luna’s assassin and save his sister. Dimitri knew he was letting his mind get away from him, but a part of him now felt anxious and a bit mad. If she couldn’t even tell him she was feeling ill, then what else might she hide from him because she felt he couldn’t handle it?
“No, go right ahead. Don’t mind me. Clearly I wasn’t meant to hear this conversation so I’ll just see myself out.” He blurted out, wincing internally at the pettiness in his tone and how backbiting it sounded. Sh*t, he sounded almost exactly like Alycianna just then. Knowing he was getting too in his feelings about this, he stood and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry I think I’m a bit worn out from work...” With that he went to their room to go cool down, feeling a bit embarrassed he spoke like that in front of Bryer. That was childish of him and hardly how he should talk to his wife. But damn it, he was mad and wondering just what the hell was going on with Nesryn.
One day everything was fine and the next she was stressed out and angry with him. Flash forward to the next day, he apologized to smooth things over, only to find out she was keeping things from him. He wasn’t sure how to react or feel, he just knew it was bothering him enough to draw that kind of outburst from him.