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"Harry and Fenrir are married, and this guy starts hitting on Harry, but then Harry declares he's married, the guy thinking he won him over says it doesn't matter, then Harry points behind him and says " to him", Fenrir smiles at him and the rest is up to you."
—Elizabeth Stonem

Twelve: Husbands Hit Harder

Conner was kind of an asshole.

As much as Sam loved him that was something she would readily admit if she was ever asked.

She tapped her well-manicured nails on the table impatiently. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she watched her boyfriend flirt rather blatantly with their waiter.

Yes, Sam was well-aware of Conner's dating history, and the fact that he was just as comfortable being with men as he was with women. And she was fine with that, but that was because she'd never thought that he would be scoping out men right in front of her.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat, and effectively got their waiter's attention. Conner shifted his eyes over to her as well. He also looked much less interested in what she had to say than what he'd been 'discussing' with the other man.

Okay, scratch the 'kind of.' Conner was definitely an asshole.

"Fine," she stood from her seat, and moved to leave the booth, "since you don't seem to want my company, I'm leaving."

"Wait, babe—!" Conner stood up as well, and tried to catch her wrist as she walked past him, but she pulled her hand away.

"Fuck. You." She said, looking him straight in the eyes, and punctuating each word with a sharp jab at his chest. Thoroughly satisfied, she then walked out of the restaurant without a single backward glance.

When she was about a few blocks away, she took a few deep breaths, and stopped for a bit. She was so mad; it was a little hard for her to even think clearly. But then, a thought came to her. She had been so occupied with her dumbass, incredibly rude boyfriend that she didn't realize that she knew that waiter.

After a while, a slow smile spread over her face.

She wouldn't have to kick Conner's ass later after all.

2.

Conner was left standing at his seat, mouth hanging wide open as he stared at the door his girlfriend had just walked through.

After a while, he simply shrugged, and sat back down. He'd gotten into little fights with Sam like this before. They always worked their way through it.

There was no use going after her. He would let her cool down first.

He returned his attention back to the adorable waiter—his name was Harry—the one who was currently shifting from one foot to another, rather uncomfortably.

Really, how could Sam blame him for wanting to flirt with Harry?

He was a petite, pale young man with the greenest eyes he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. His hair was dark and so unruly, it was a little charming. And oh, lord, that smile. It was heavenly.

"Um…is she…coming back?" Conner couldn't help but smile at the sound of that soft, albeit nervous, English voice. It was almost like music.

"Nope," he answered, leaning the entire weight of his cheek onto his palm as his eyes roved up and down the length of Harry's body. "But don't worry. I'll be keeping you company." He dropped Harry a sly little wink.

"O-okay…" Harry scratched at the back of his neck, a little more uncomfortable, and not at all sure how to respond to that. "I'm just…going to go get your food now."

As the waiter scurried away, Conner treated himself to the sight of a rather appealing, pert backside.

3.

"So, Harry, how about we catch a movie or something together?"

Harry set Conner's food down on the table, and when he was done, tapped his fingers against the empty tray anxiously.

"That wouldn't be such a good idea, sir," he frowned, and glanced a little nervously to the table right next to them. "And, if I may add, you should really make up with that girlfriend of yours."

Conner rolled his eyes. Sam would understand. And what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"Oh, come on." He leaned forward, and snatched one of Harry's hands with both of his. He pulled it close, and the waiter stumbled forward a little.

"Uh, sir, I really don't think you should—"

"It's not like you're with anyone, right?" Conner asked him, searching Harry's eyes.

Harry tried desperately to free his hand from the other man's grip, but failed on each attempt. "Uh, well, actually," Harry stammered, his eyes repeatedly going back to the table next to them, "I—I am in a relationship. I'm married, actually,"

Conner faltered at that, and his grip loosened just enough for Harry to slip away. "Y-you're what? Married? Just how old are you?"

Harry flushed at that, a little embarrassed. He looked a bit younger than he actually was, and that had always been a source of insecurity for him.

"That's none of your business." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Conner shrugged, but wasn't too put off. Dating older people wasn't too bad, and it didn't really matter to him that Harry was married. Hell, he was in a relationship himself. And besides, he didn't know how old Harry was, but however old he was, he looked good.

"So…the one you're married to," he began, "what's he like? You guys happy?"

The younger man stiffened as he heard a low, rumbling noise. It sounded like… like a monster. Conner paled as the man sitting in the next table stood up, and practically towered over him. He swore he could feel the ground shake a little as the huge, mountain of a man walked right in front of him.

He grew even more nervous when he saw Harry smile fondly, and wrap his arms around a tree trunk-like arm.

Conner's blood turned to ice when the waiter's looked at him, and the fond smile turned downright evil. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

The last thing Conner saw was the giant's fist coming right at his face.

Then everything went black.

4.

He was unconscious for about two days.

When Conner came to, not only did his face hurt like hell, but somehow, everything else was sore, too.

"Good morning, asshole."

He looked up, startled, but relaxed once he realized it was just Sam. The young woman was sitting in a chair right next to his bed, leafing through a magazine. She had yet to look up at him.

Deciding to sidestep the whole 'asshole' thing, he slowly reached up, and rubbed at his head.

"How long was I out…?" He groaned, "I feel like…I feel like shit."

"Two days. And you look worse that shit, by the way." She held back a laugh when she did finally look up, and saw just how bad he was.

He decided to ignore that comment, too.

"D'you know who that guy was?" He asked quietly, practically shuddering at the memory of the giant.

At his tone, Sam knew just who Conner was talking about.

"Yep," Sam answered as she put her magazine away, "that was Harry's hubby." Her immensely pleased grin grew wider once she saw just how fucked up Conner was. "And now that I'm getting a better look at you…he taught you one hell of a lesson, huh?"

Conner wasn't pleased at all. Not one bit. "And what lesson would that be?"

Sam smirked. "Be careful who you hit on…cuz' husbands hit harder."

End!

A/N: Thanks for your request, Elizabeth! I hope you enjoyed it. I really wanted to include the line, "husbands hit harder," in there, so I spent more time thinking about it than I did actually writing the chapter… so…there you go~

I hope everyone else liked this chapter, too. It was pretty fun writing it.

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