Love...Thy Will Be Done

"Hm...mhm...mhm," you hum thoughtfully, "Can you spin the clothing for me?"

"I'm glad you are really taking this 'inspection' thing seriously," Prince gently introduces, "But since when did boxers deserve such close watch?"

"Since...never," You reply as you sit on the king sized bed with a mixture of yellow and purple bedsheets, your full focus on the pair of boxers.

Prince watches you as you continue to scan the boxers, your form resembling the Thinker statue.

"I mean..." You start off, your voice a bit muffled, "It ain't bad. It's just the normal, stereotypical pair of boxers."

"A normal, stereotypical pair of boxers with Ellen's name all over it," He shudders, "Oo... gives me the heebie jeebies."

"No man your age should be saying 'heebie jeebies.'"

"Wow...so I can't have fun anymore?"

"Nope. Never again. In fact, it's about time I register you to a nursing home..."

Prince lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh, his hold of the boxers becoming shaky.

"Oh, come on, dear, I ain't that old."

"Actually, you are," You continue, and amused smirk popping onto your face. Prince's hollering refuses to end.

"Also, what was up with you sayin' that you aren't used to people buying you shorts? You know I am the one who buys 'em for you."

"The public doesn't need to know that."

"Uh huh, just say you're embarrassed about me," You sigh dramatically.

"I am not!"

"Yes you are," You tease, "Ah, woe is me. Why must I be subject to such neglect from my so called husband?"

"Maybe you should put it on," you swiftly change the subject, "Just so I can see how it looks on ya."

"Y'know what?" Prince inquires, his eyes darkening. You have a bad feeling about this. Whenever Prince adopts that expression, it usually signifies that he's going to do something out of pocket.

You were scared to speak, "What?"

"Time for us, namely you to go to bed!" Prince tackled you while ignoring your screams of playful fear and disregarding the boxers on the floor as he wrestled to tuck you under the covers.

"Must I go to bed?" You ask pitifully, your eyes staring at the man that was hovering over your body, "I ain't elderly like you, I don't need a sleep schedule."

"Mhm. Everyone needs a sleep schedule, including you."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do.

"Yes, I do---NO!"

"HAH!" Prince shouted in victory, his arm pumping up into the air.

A frown stretched onto your face, a frustrated "hmph" sound echoing out of you.

"Oh, don't be too sad," Prince rolls his eyes at your display before tumbling to your left to lay beside you, "I'll wear the boxers for you if you sleep."

All of a sudden, you come to life, you eyes now filled with a new, determined vigor. "Really?! Really?! You'll look amazing in them, I just know it!"

Prince looks at you with concern while scooching away from you. "I'm going to take my words back..."

You move towards him menacingly. "Nuh uh, no takeskie backsies."

"No person of your age should be saying, 'takesie backsies.'" Prince cleverly retorts.

You deadpan.

"Yeah, okay."

"Just go to sleep, F/N. See you tomorrow."

"See ya...oh! And you better keep your promise!"

Prince grumbles loudly---pure regret being his primary emotion---and a pillow is promptly thrown at your face.

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