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silent treatmeant: king george.

{warning: this chapter contains smut.
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whoever said marriage is easy has certainly never been married.
and they certainly have never been married to
y/n l/n.
though she is a wonderful woman in which words do her little justice,
and she is the most amazing wife george could have ever been blessed with,
she is intense and in some senses,
she is very strong willed. 
george is not complaining about his wife and these attributes of hers,
that much should be made known.
it is her tenacity,
her fierceness,
her heavenly smile and teasing words,
amongst many, many other things that made him fall in the first place.
still,
their devotion and promise to forever be in love does not protect them from the inevitable arguments that arise in their marriage.
it is rare the pair ever truly argue.
any issues that arise are solved immediately,
whether by a gentle conversation or a screaming match that does well to lessen their frustrations.
as long as when the night comes to an end,
they fall into the same bed to share the solemn solitude they are granted together.
however,
this time,
their argument is rather different.
y/n has gone days without speaking to her husband.
and though it pains her to do so,
it pains him even more.
he never thought he would be a man of addiction,
but being without her has sent him into withdrawal.
george longs for his lovers touch to his starved skin,
misses her kind kisses that started with his lips and ended at his collarbone.
he misses her loud laugh that never fails to make him laugh as well,
longs for her cutting eyes whenever he says something rather idiotic.
even her quirks that often annoy him,
like how before bed she repeatedly tells him, "five more minutes" all to complete a book.
he wishes she would at least give him that,
something to relieve him from this excruciating silence.
she has even gone as far as to begin sleeping in her own quarters,
which nearly ripped the heart from george's chest that first night.
though instead of demanding she speak to him and forcing her to be in his company,
george gives her the space she wants.
he figures she will speak when she is ready.
and he will not rush her.
no matter how hard it is or how harrowing it feels,
he will patiently wait for her.
"are you ever going to ask me why i am this upset with you?"
y/n demands over dinner.
george looks up and though he is more than glad she's finally spoken to him,
he cooly answers,
"i have asked you. you told me you were fine and to leave you alone. i am only doing as you've asked."
"would it kill you to fight back a little?"
george is used to these biting words y/n resorts to when she is frustrated.
it is the only way she knows to speak when she is angry,
so george is ever so patient with her.
"i do not wish to fight with you."
y/n sighs and looks around the room,
like the wallpaper holds the words in which she wishes to say.
"since you are so fine, i think i will stay in the queens quarters a while longer."
george sets his cutlery down to face her head on.
"put this aside and come to bed with me, please."
"no,"
she states.
george sighs.
"i am not fine, just so you know. my heart longs for you but i will not force you to be near me."
y/n wishes she could hate that he was such a good man,
but she cannot.
it is her favorite quality of his:
his everlasting kindness.
even when she does not deserve it,
george is still so kind in speaking to her.
"i will come back when you apologize to me, george,"
y/n says now as she rises from her seat.
before she leaves,
george begs to know,
"for what?"
"figure it out."

george has racked his mind until every memory of his begins to feel hazy.
still,
he cannot figure out where he went wrong with his wife.
if he cannot recall an event that made the love of his life this upset,
doesn't that make him an awful husband?
guilt weighs his chest down at this insight.
how could he be so careless,
so neglectful,
so selfish?
he stares at himself in the mirror,
his toothbrush having brushed over the same spot for minutes now.
his gums are beginning to turn raw,
but he will not quit until he remembers.
only then,
the door opens and enters y/n.
his adoring eyes cannot help but to gaze over the marbled goddess.
even angry,
she is beautiful in ways she will never understand.
"should i leave?"
george offers.
y/n shakes her head.
"no, finish."
then,
she picks her very own toothbrush up to begin the tedious act of preparing for the night.
neither of them speak.
y/n does not look at him,
but george cannot take his eyes off of her.
so he stares,
like a bemused mortal staring upon eternal greatness.
when they both finish,
george days before she can leave,
"i cannot remember where i went wrong and upset you, y/n, and i hate myself for it. it is torturous being this far away from you when you are so close, but it must be very trivial compared to how hurt you are. you are upset with me and your own husband can not figure out why and it...it must be heartbreaking."
he steps closer,
wondering if she will allow it.
fortunately,
she does.
"and i am sorry. i am sorry i have been too selfish to understand why you are upset and too selfish to remember. please know i never meant to hurt you, y/n. i would submit myself to eternal damnation before i ever intentionally inflicted any kind of hurt on you."
y/n sighs,
walking towards him until her palm places itself against his chest.
there,
she toys with the collar of his nightshirt to admit so quietly,
george almost misses it,
"i was jealous."
then like she is embarrassed,
she turns away.
"it sounds so stupid now. i feel so stupid now."
george takes her hand and kisses her palm tenderly.
"jealous?"
"at the ball...the woman you danced with three times, i thought..."
she laughs at herself accompanied by the shake of her head.
"i thought maybe she turned your head somehow. she seemed so sweet and...and the kind of sweetness that comes so naturally. i thought you were tired of my incessant unpleasantness so i figured if i...if i ignored you, you would fight for me and i would know. but it was so childish and, george, i am so sorry."
george kisses the skin against her wrist for a few moments before he says,
"there is no woman, no matter how kind you may think she is, that could turn my gaze away from you.  i-i do not think if god demanded it, that i could love anyone else but you. you...you are the one for me. i chose you and i will continue to choose you for as long as this heart in my chest beats."
y/n's eyes well up with tears as george speaks so kindly of her.
"i am sorry i gave you reason to feel this way. dancing with here was merely business. for as long as your hand fits in mine, i swear to only ever lead you and only you to the dance floor."
she shakes her head quickly to say,
"no, no. do not apologize. there is enough of you to share and i believe i am willing."
george chuckles,
the bundle of tension in his chest becoming less constricting the longer he is in her company.
"are you willing?"
he reassures with knowing eyebrows raised,
letting his hands snake themselves around her waist.
y/n shrugs with a smug smile.
"do not make me admit i am a selfish woman, my lord."
george laughs.
"be as selfish as you please, my love. i am all yours after all."
the space between them is breached the moment george leans forward to line his lips with y/n's.
it is she who applies the pressure,
proving that she is just as desperate for his touch as he is.
the sweet kiss of return quickly turns heated the moment george pulls y/n's body in closer by the influence of his hands still against her waist.
y/n's hands rake themselves through george's cropped hair,
leaving him to shiver beneath her enthusiastic touch.
george has to convince himself to move his lips away from y/n's and focus on her neck instead.
when he does,
y/n takes a sharp inhale of breath.
it invigorates george to know only he has access to her sweet spots;
that only he knows where they lie,
that only his lips can bring such beautiful noises from her.
"george,"
y/n whispers airily,
sounding moments away from pleading.
"what is it, y/n?"
he teases.
she can feel the grin against her skin as he focuses on her collarbone now.
"i miss you,"
she finally says through small gasps.
george looks up at her now,
letting the pad of his thumb glide down her swollen, crimson lip.
"sit back,"
he instructs,
helping his wife up against the bathroom sink where she is free to lean back.
george goes back to kissing her neck and letting his teeth ever so gently nick the skin there,
where her breathing hitches.
"i am forever yours,"
george says now,
his fingertips trailing up the length of her leg,
stopping just right before he reaches where y/n wants him to be.
slickness pools between her thighs,
heightening with the admiration she is being showered with right now.
"do not forget it."
y/n nods now,
a hazy, lustful look clouding her eyes.
it makes his blood rush and his smile grow.
the tip of george's finger finds y/n's heat and teases her,
listening as she exhales breaths of desperation and utter need.
"george?"
y/n whispers now,
tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
"hm?"
he replies.
"did you miss me?"
george kisses her as she struggles to swallow the moans swelling in her chest from his touch that hardly satiates her desire.
then he tears himself away,
sinks to his knees,
and gathers the fabric of her dress up towards her hips.
perfection reveals itself beneath the layers of material,
which encourages george's heart to slam in his chest.
"i have missed you,"
he says now.
"and i plan to prove it."
y/n barely has time to react,
much less reply,
before george bends to her needs.
y/n gasps sharply the moment she feels george's influence.
though her body is just as eager,
george suddenly seems much more indulgent.
his hands dig into the soft flesh of her thighs while his mouth speaks though without so many words.
hearing y/n come undone above him,
swearing his name and letting strings of unholy noise leave her lips,
it encourages him to lose himself in the act of satisfying her.
y/n knows it now:
george has missed her so much more than she ever knew.
she can feel it in the way he brings her closer when her overstimulated body tries to back away.
she can feel it in the way his lips move against her heat,
sending shocks up her spine and loud praise to escape her lungs.
it is only when her legs begin to shake beneath his domination that he pries himself away.
y/n cries out at the withdrawal of his mouth,
leaving her body to ache as it yearns for more.
"george!"
she begs.
he says nothing,
only kissing down the length of her thighs that he worships.
it is why he is on his knees right now;
all for this goddess that is his wife.
"i love you,"
he says like a prayer.
y/n tries to steady her quick breathing as she nods.
"i know, george. i...i love you, too."
satisfied,
george goes back to pleasing her the way she yearns to be.
beneath his return,
y/n whimpers while letting her hands knot themselves in his hair.
"oh, god, george!"
there is no where else he would rather be than tucked away between y/n's thighs,
listening to her try and steady herself to make the moment last just a bit longer.
there is no greater thrill than hearing her shout his name the closer she arrives to the peak of her pleasure.
a sharp intake of breath,
a quiver in her voice,
an arch forming in her back,
and y/n comes undone.
george falls fulfilled the longer y/n is able to ride out this high,
giving him the highest of praises by whimpering his name.
when every inch of her has been depleted of it's strength,
the proof resting against george's slick lips,
he rises to his feet to meet her again.
the stiffness of his pants makes him wince with each move,
but it is worth it to be met with her kiss that is appreciative yet growing increasingly sleepy.
"you..."
she heaves,
looking at him with a gaze of ardor.
"i love you."
"you are the only one for me,"
george returns as he gently kisses her lips.
y/n takes the moment to reach forward and place her delicate hands against the firm imprint through his pants.
george takes in a sharp breath beneath the feeling,
looking down to watch as she attempts to relieve him.
"no,"
he struggles to refuse.
"this...this was about you."
"and now it's about you,"
y/n says with a grin,
now that it is her turn to become drunk with power.
george has to admit,
he loves it.
he loves the sinful look in her eye,
the teasing shape of her lips,
the hungry hands that search past his waistband.
"oh,"
george shudders now that her soft palm has made contact with the neediest part of himself.
he has to steady himself or else his knees might give out beneath y/n's tender touch,
slowly appeasing his smarting limb. 
george leans his head back now,
unable to control the string of groans y/n pulls from him.
"you are killing me,"
george manages to say with a dry chuckle.
"i am just taking my time,"
she replies,
letting her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches the look of pleasure roll across george's entire body.
then because she does not think she can deny either of them the need anymore,
y/n brings george in and gestures for him to entwine their bodies into one.
he wastes no time in shedding himself of his hindering clothes,
then lines himself up with y/n's entrance.
her hand remains molded around the nape of his neck,
anticipating the swell of pleasure that will rise within her should george decide to move.
when he doesn't,
clearly using the moment to tease her,
y/n places her lips against his shoulder and bites there ever so gently.
"please, george,"
she begs,
knowing it is what he wants to hear.
"i need you."
george shivers beneath her confession and does as she asks,
entering himself slowly but enough to sate the needy girl in his arms.
y/n gasps loudly and digs her nails into him,
threatening to break skin and bring blood forth.
the immediate shock slowly melts into pleasure now as y/n's breathing relaxes and turns into heavy moans.
george buries his face into the crook of y/n's neck,
leaving kisses there that amplify her gratification.
"i was made for you,"
george says now,
his lips brushing her skin covered in goosebumps.
"you are the only one for me."
y/n seems to take these words well,
seeing as she brings george closer to her skin and cries something serious.
george forces her to look at him with open eyes,
though they are hazy and distracted with this lust,
as he asks,
"do you understand?"
she nods and replies in shaky breaths,
"y-yes, i un—i understand."
y/n hungrily kisses him the longer their bodies remain one.
"oh, george, i love you!"
she cries,
encouraging george to quicken the pace in which he gratifies her.
"god,"
george utters now,
his breathing no where near steady.
"you are perfect for me, y/n. so, so perfect."
their bodies become numb with the pleasure they bless each other with,
until they reach peak euphoria in perfect unison.
george feels the better half of himself become engulfed in the proof of y/n's carnal desire for him,
while y/n becomes full on it. 
y/n's nails glide up the length of george's back as she rides out her high,
unable to control the volume in which she moans george's name.
george, too, unravels himself into this seductive angel that knows how to please him in every way possible.
"you...you are amazing,"
he says between shaky breaths,
kissing her jaw until he reaches her swollen lips.
the last of their high fades and they are left with the blossom of love in their chests,
right where their steady hearts beat.
y/n laughs at herself now that the endorphins ebbs away,
and she shyly hides from george's eye.
george guides her eyes back to his own by the gentle nudge of his finger to say,
"what is it?"
"nothing,"
she laughs.
"i just...i love you so much."
george takes her face into his hands and kisses it fervently,
drawing out many loud laughs from her body.
"i love you so much more, my love, words are not enough."
"i believe you have said plenty,"
she jokes now,
giving him the gift of a smile.
george kisses her lips once more before parting from her to allow them a moment to clean up.
then they find each other again,
though this time between silk sheets and beneath a warm comforter.
george holds y/n to his chest,
kissing the crown of her head as she tries to fight the sleep in her eyes.
"i missed too many days with you,"
she defends.
george laughs to then only promise,
"there will be plenty of more days together, my love. please rest so my heart can find peace again."
y/n kisses the softest part of his neck before she allows herself to succumb to the sleep her body desperately needs.
and as she does,
george rests one more kiss against her closed eyelids before drifting off himself.
marriage is not easy by any means.
in fact,
there are many more difficult days than there are good ones.
but it is the moments like these that make it worthwhile. 
that make the fight worth it.
to argue,
to see the worst in each other,
only to be reunited ever so beautifully and to tenderly fall asleep as one.
marriage is complicated,
but it is rather perfect for y/n and george.