Hi ! Love marks with Dimitri ! He would feel so guilty help 😭
(HE WOULD THO)
“Dima?” Your voice was soft and patient as ever, rousing him slowly from his comfortable, heavy furs in bed. He cracked a bleary eye open, finding you firmly fixated on your reflection in the looking glass.
“...Morning…?” He rubbed at his face, trying to pull himself up from the claws of an extremely comfortable bed protecting him from the harsh winter just outside the frame. However, nothing was more pressing than the slight concern in your voice.
“Have you seen my powders? I’m afraid I ran out of mine, and I still need to cover these up…”
“Cover up?” He echoed, head tilted. You turned to look at him, and he very quickly realized what the problem was. “Gods, Byleth!”
“What are you cursing at me for? You’re the one who did this.” You gestured to the dark marks peppering your skin, down your collarbone and chest. You were already remedying the lower marks with a change of wardrobe, but the ones that were higher up…he was seeing where the problem was.
“N-no, I wasn’t…I mean, I didn’t intend to curse at you, it’s just…there are so many.” He found the motivation to get out of bed. The king was quick to your side, calloused fingers running along your neck to properly inspect what he’d done to his poor wife. “Oh, dear. Forgive me for all this…I’m afraid I lost control of myself.”
“It’s really all right. So long as it’s you…” You trailed off, looking back to your reflection. Dimitri’s blush was visible in the glass, drawing a smile to your lips. “I can cover up the rest of these, but I’ll need more powder. I thought I had some stored here, but now I’m worried they’re back at the monastery.”
“You mustn’t fret about that-” He hastily assured you before heading to the doors, “I’ll have the attendants find some for you, immediately! As many as they can carry, a-and only the best in Faerghus--”
“That’s not necessary, Dima. I realy just need a little bit more. One small jar will do.”
“Nonsense. I can’t allow this to happen again. Furthermore, I must atone for this terrible thing I’ve done to you! Sothis, there are so many of them… I should’ve been more careful. I knew full well what your schedule would be today, and yet-”
“We haven’t seen each other in over a month.” You stopped him before he flew out the door in a flustered panic, taking his hand and gently pulling him back to you. Your poor husband was absolutely beside himself, shoulders drooping wiith guilt. “It’s really not that big a deal. I don’t blame you for it at all.”
“But still, I…should have at least some restraint, shouldn’t I?” He mumbled, looking like a proper kicked puppy.
You smiled at him, tucking his wild hair behind his ear. “If you weren’t restraining yourself, we’d have to replace the bed frame, again.”
“T-t-that’s not…that’s….I-I don’t….”
“Oh, dear. I’ve broken the king again.” You laughed, pinching his cheek playfully. “It’s fine, darling. I promise. We just need to find a little jar of powder, and we’ll just be more careful in the future when it comes to, ah, placement. All right?”
Dimitri could really only nod. He trudged out the door to do as you asked, though he did return with about five or six jars more than you asked. Regardless, at least you would be prepared for the next several times it would inevitably happen.
He did remain rather shy and just a hint sulky throughout the rest of the day. You did your best to reassure him, even after a very handsome bouquet from the greenhouse, prepared and delivered by Dedue, arrived with an apologetic note from your husband.
It was quite sweet, if not overdramatic. But such was the nature of marrying someone head over heels for you, you supposed.
As if you didn’t feel the exact same way (though perhaps with a little less marks on him…for now).
