Misunderstanding

Frustration

Peach sighed as she walked to her room, watching her dress sway as she glided down the hallway. She was disappointed that she and Bowser had been interrupted, even if she was a bit nervous at the idea that they may have gone further if they weren't. It certainly felt that way. As she processed the events of the morning, she hugged herself, her face getting red. They had gotten very passionate, to say the least, more so than she had been with any man.

She thought about how he had lifted her into his lap, how soft his hair was, the way he seemed so needy and desperate for her. There was no doubt she had felt the same, and that was what made her so nervous.

Of course, she didn't realize that that wouldn't be the last time. They would continue to dance the line of decency and debauchery for a few more days.

It was positively thrilling; Peach would pop into his boardroom minutes before meetings, gliding in and sliding her way back to his lap. She was still incredibly nervous, but couldn't help her boldness. She simply wanted to be near him, and it distracted everything else she did.

His kiss, his touch, all simply divine. She felt gorgeous around him, at least with the lustful way he looked at her. It was so easy to drink in his gaze, filling her senses with him. There was no fight to put up, no shame between them. It all came so easily to them. In all honesty, it felt as though they had already been lovers for decades. There was little true awkwardness between them, at least nothing that didn't come from their shared lack of experience.

Oh, she wished she could simply stay there forever. Or maybe that they could run away together, elope and live in the countryside. Maybe have a couple kids, maybe a farm, who knew. All she knew was the idea was all too tempting, the imagery littering her dreams.

One day, as she sat in the boardroom with Bowser, she looked up at him lovingly. This wasn't unusual for her, but she had her fantasies on her mind. She hummed as she ran her hand along his ribbed belly, fascinated with how smooth it felt and trying to work up the nerve to say what was on her mind.

She sighed as she rested her head against him, looking to the ground. "Bowser?" she mumbled.

He looked down at her, curious. "Yes, Peachy?"

"Could you carry me like a bride?"

There was silence for a moment. Peach felt a pit in her stomach before taking a deep breath and talking.

"I-I just...I...I'm curious about what it feels-"

She yelped as he stood and she was swiftly lifted, then gently repositioned so she laid across his arms. Her face reddened instantly as her heart swelled. She hadn't expected him to lift her so easily, nor so quickly. She swallowed hard and looked around the room, noting how subtly different everything looked.

"Oh my," she gasped.

"Is this what you were thinking?" Bowser hummed, though he was clearly flustered as well.

She grinned as she nodded, leaning up to give him a kiss. She could swear she felt his knees wobble for a moment before he started walking around, still carrying her.

"You are so light," he mentioned. "It's so easy to carry you around like this."

She giggled. "Well, thank you. I must say, this is much more pleasant than being carried over your shoulder."

"You remember that?"

"Vaguely. I remember my head bumping against something and me definitely not walking." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I much prefer this, though. It really makes me feel like we've just gotten married."