When you were 5, your parents arranged a marriage to a 'very special girl'. You are now 21, and it is the day of your marriage. Lyra is your bride to be.
 
What do you say to her and/or your parents?
 
>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