Arranged Marriage (Humanized Lyra)

>Amazing how everything can change overnight

>The marriage was an absolute blurr

>You had the ceremony in a hurry

>You wanted to get right to the reception

>You remember the look of hate you gave your Mom when she reminded you what 21 entailed for your life

>You only forgave her when she promised you her wedding gift would be an open bar

>You drank way too much

>So did your new wife

>She was a chatty drunk and you laughed at everything

>Not that you remember a damned thing she said but

>Between the adrenaline and the alcohol

>You both were somehow ok with everything by the end of the night

>You got back to your room, the both of you tearing each other's clothes off in a hurry

>Consummated that marriage three times

>Then you both passed out in a heap

>You were convinced it was a dream

>Till you woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a strange woman in your arms

>Oh yeah, she's your wife now

>Your stomach has the best reaction to the news of this all being real

>You bolt to the bathroom and slam the door

>After removing an entire nights worth of overpriced food, stress and what may have been your mother's life savings worth of alcohol

>You wash up and stare at yourself in the mirror

>You're married to

>...

>Lisa?

>Fuck

>OK

>Go out there and find something with your names on it

>She's still passed out, you can do this

>Leave the bathroom and look around

>There, on the nightstand, a card

>Just have to open it and get her name

>That'll---

>"Goodmorning, Anon!"

>Ow her voice hurts everywhere

>How is she so perky?

>"Drank too much?"

>You nod and keep heading for the card

>Just need to look at it

>Focus

>"I drank a buncha water between all those shots you kept giving me so I'm alrighty!"

"That's....good"

>"You shoulda listened when I told ya to!"

>God help you she's a know-it-all type

>"Come lay down with me, it's cold in here"

>You pick the card up and turn around

>She's pulling the covers up and waving you over

"Just a minute...."

>You open the card

>It's from the hotel thanking you for your stay and....dammit

>Whatever, toss it and crawl into bed, laying on your back

>She goes into immediate cuddle mode, curling up against you

>"I was going to order breakfast but I don't think you're up for that"

>She giggles

>You nod a little

>"Maybe later when you're feeling better. Can't have my hubby getting sick on our first full day together!"

>She's really into this

>Guess that makes one of you....well one and a half

>Drunk you counts as a half

>Least he made her happy enough

"I'm sorry I don't remember much, I drank a lot"

>"You sure did!"

>She crawls on top of you

>"Youuuuuu hit on every single one of my friends, then my MOM!"

>She laughs and pokes you in the stomach

>Ow, didn't she hear you puking?

>Or maybe this is how you get yelled at

>For the rest of your life

>"BonBon was the angriest, she was ready to kill you. But I told her you were drunk and everything would be aces tomorrow!"

>Uh huh

>Right now everything is pain with a dash of annoyingly cute minty haired girl

>Your wife, by the way, if you forgot

>Like you forgot her name

>There had to be a way to get her to say it

>She's talking enough

"So....what did BonBon say?"

>"Oh ya know, usual BonBon stuff! I didn't have to do this, that you were no good, I could do better, that I looked hungry, that sorta thing. She's my best friend forever but she can be a nag!"

>Thanks for the vote of confidence, BonBon

>You make a note to try not to talk to her for the rest of your life

>They always had one friend like that

>"Oh don't worry about her, she just...well ya know that thing I told you about that we did in college, she didn't quite get over it"

>You have no idea what she told you about college

"Umm...yea, of course. College"

>Building a web of lies already, good job, Anon

>"But it's ok, I knew you'd be a good husband!"

>She takes one of your hands and rubs it between hers

>"You got big strong hands, guys with big strong hands are always the best!"

>Sure whatever you say, crazy chatty wife

>You nod

>"You certainly were last night!"

>She winks and lays back down on you

>That makes you feel a little better

>How much you drank you probably went all night

>"I think I'm gonna get pancakes today! A stack all the way up to the ceiling. You can help me finish them!"

"Sure...yea I'll do that"

>She giggles and squeezes your middle

>God doesn't she understand your stomach is in bad shape?

>She rolls off you, going back to side cuddle mode

>"So we're married. Crazy isn't it? Like today is the first day of the rest of our lives! Aren't you worried?"

>Petrified

"Naw...I mean...we're in this together right? You don't sound worried."

>"Course not! I mean I am a little....."

>Silence

>"Ok a lot. Heh heh!"

>She scratches your chest

>"Anon, we just gotta believe we were meant to be, then we will be!"

>Does she see the entire world in motivational calendar phrases?

>Guess there is some good to that, she's been a ball of energy and smiles the entire time

>While you've been holding down whatever was left in your stomach and trying to remember her name

>Ether way you had to get used to it

>She was your wife

>"Oh yea! Anon, I remembered, you made me promise I'd play for you in the morning!"

>Play?

>Oh god tell me she doesn't have an electric guitar or drums or something

>She crawls off you, still naked as the day she was born

>Nice body, all things considered, first time you can really appreciate it

>Bends over to get a instrument case that is covered with stickers

>Really nice body

>Your worries about what she's going to play are calmed

>She produces what your mind tells you is a tiny harp, but you know its not called that

"What's that?" you ask, figuring she likes to talk and explain stuff anyhow

>"It's my lyre, of course! It's what I do, Anon. Remember, I told you last night! And you were all "Oh Em Gee, play for me in the morning!"

>Doesn't sound like something you'd say but you're happy she's not holding cymbals

>"Hmmmmm, what to play.....I never played naked before...or for my husband!"

>She giggles and blushes

>The giggling makes her breasts jiggle

>They're either really big Bs or small Cs.

>Either way she has your full attention

>Speaking of, something beneath the covers is starting to stir

>Nothing like finding out your forced wife is a hottie

>"OK, I got it! Ready, Anon?"

"You bet"

>Even if this is terrible, the way she's sitting with that lyre is pretty erotic

>Like some kind of classy porn for like rich people

>You sure feel like a million bucks right now

>"OK, here we go..."

>She closes her eyes and begins to strum the strings of the lyre

>The sound of soft, beautiful music fills the room

>You were never a music guy, you liked whatever your friends were listening to

>Which was usually classic rock or some punk crap you only pretended to like

>But never classical, that was for geeks and shit

>So you were shocked at how good the music sounded

>Like a mix between a lullaby and a love song

>You suddenly find yourself not checking out her curves and her boobs

>But actually listening to the melody

>You let your eyes close and lean back in the bed

>The music relaxes you, and you even feel your hangover easing up a bit

>She's really good, and you feel like you've heard that song before

>Can't quite put your finger on where

>Maybe the wedding?

>No she didn't play at the wedding, did she?

>Couldn't have, she was with you most of the night

>"And that's that! I only play that for people who're really special to me"

>You open your eyes

>She's holding her lyre and looking at you

>Waiting

"I loved it"

>You're not even lying, it was incredible

>Her expression goes right back to her happy self

>"Thanks!"

>Her eyes drift and she giggles

>"You must have really enjoyed the show, hmm?"

>She sticks her tongue out and sets the lyre down

>You notice your erection pretty prominently tenting the covers

>"I suppose its my fault, being hot AND good at music"

>You chuckle and motion for her to come over

>She sets her instrument down and nearly jumps on you

>She crawls back under the covers, and back on you, putting her perky little rear on top of your cock

>"Here's the deal, we take care of my 'number one fan', then we get some breakfast, kay?"

>You smile and nod, grabbing her hips

>Her face flushes red when you wrap your fingers around her waist and squeeze

>Interesting....

>You remember her comment before about your hands

>Is that something that turns her on?

>Works for you

>She leans forward and you two start kissing tenderly

>Her hips rocking and grinding back against you

>This could work

>Sure she's a little nutty but...

>She's hot and really all girls talk a lot

>Least she plays something really nice

>You slide one of your hands up her slightly chubby tummy and cup her breast

>She moans into your mouth and the tenderness quickly becomes more passionate

>You roll her onto her back, making a point to grip her a little tighter than normal

>Just as you thought, she breaks the kiss to moan even louder

>"Oh...Anon...god you're strong..."

"Oh.......you....you're pretty"

>Fucking hell

>What was her goddamne--

>"It's Lyra, Anon"

>You blink

>She snickers and pulls you back on top of her

>This can definitely work