#i farted this out instead of struggling with my roommate au kyle oreilly fic

[kyleoreillysknee]

Princess AU Drabble

Unlike the tides or the seasons Dean Ambrose could only be described as unpredictable which left the princess with a conundrum. He was sworn to protect her and she assumed that required getting to know each other, hopefully develop a bond seeing as they would be around each other near constantly. Some moments he seemed amicable to the idea, other times he was very open and friendly but in equal measure he pushed her away and sometimes resorted to outright ignoring her until she resigned herself to spending their shared time in confused silence. She was becoming tired of playing this game that only he seemed to know the rules of.

"Why you starin' at me, princess? I got something on my face?" As he spoke, Dean ran his fingertips over his scruffy jaw just in case his last meal had missed his mouth only to come up empty handed.

The princess softly sighed, turning her head away from him and back to her book, lips pursed as she pondered how to approach the subject. With a raised brow, Dean gave a shake of his head and decided to follow her lead and let the view of the gardens occupy his attention when it became clear she wasn't about to answer him.

"Why do you not like me?" Despite her soft voice, the question shot through him like an arrow and Dean whipped his head around. She watched a flood of emotions flow over his face in the span of a second and reminded herself to steal her expression for any type of answer.

"I like you plenty, princess," He admitted after a needed pregnant pause to gather his thoughts. He didn't want to leave it at that but the sentences he needed refused to form in his mind so he was left gnawing at the inside of his lip and purposefully avoiding her scrutinizing gaze.

"Some days you do," Her eyes dropped away from his face and he hated himself for putting such a hurt expression on her face, "but on others you want to flee from me."

"That's not it, but I can see how you'd think that," Dean offered with a weary sigh, his fingers rapidly drumming against his thigh while the other hand roughly yanked at his hair, "T' tell you the truth, I dunno why I get like that. But it's not you, princess. Probably be worse if I wasn't 'round you actually."

The princess watched at Dean slowly visibly folded into himself, bowing his head and hunching his shoulders in an effort to shrink away from the conversation. Deciding to be bold, she reached out and gently placed her hand over the one he had on his thigh in order to draw his attention. It worked and his head snapped up to give her a bewildered look.

"I'm sorry to have made you so uncomfortable. Thank you for telling me what you did." Wearing a fond smile she retracted her hand, "That being said, the next time you fall into one of your moods I'll have to tie you to me so you don't run away." The princess teased as she returned to her book, hoping that the change of tone would let him relax.

"Didn't know you were so scandalous, princess. Your plan'll backfire, since you're promising me such a good time I might just misbehave on purpose." Dean couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the flush rise up her face. He made sure to wink once he caught her eye and almost got a book thrown at him.