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Molasses #28. Short Fuse
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1256-ish
Word Count : 535
So, you'd think this would be Lyssa's prompt, hands down. But no. Half the fun of Rune and Lyssa as a pair is that they're both such short fuses.
There was a man beside her. Rune crossed the bar, worming his way through the patrons, a drink in each hand. There were always men near her; she drew them in like moths. This one stood a head shorter and twice his girth, with broad, square shoulders, and a chiseled jaw…and the gall to lay one big, meaty hand right on her arm. Lyssa eyed the offending limb with the same amusement she always had for such situations.
“I’d move that if you want to keep it,” said Rune, a nod to the man’s hand as he slipped past the last table.
The man blinked, whipped his head in Rune’s direction, and gave him a slow look from head to toe. Lyssa flashed Rune a grin and quickly bit her lip as he pressed her drink into her hand. The man’s mouth split into a toothy smile and he reeled back with a deep, rolling laugh and gave Lyssa’s arm a squeeze. “You threatening me?”
“If I need to.”
The man locked eyes with him a moment before descending into laughter again. Shaking, he wiped the back of one thick hand across his eye, and he bent and slapped his tree trunk of a leg as he fought to find his breath. “That’s a good one,” he panted.
Lyssa sipped the foam off of her drink and peered at him over the rim of her glass. “He means it.”
The man choked and swallowed and forced his face straight, turning to Lyssa. “You think I am afraid of this? Let him try. I give him ten seconds before I kick his boney ass. Why go home with that when you could have a real man?”
Rune’s grip tightened around his drink. Lyssa snorted as she raised her own to her lips for another gulp.
“Well?” said Rune. The hand had yet to move.
The man cast him a look and burst into laughter once more.
The faintest trace of magic raced up his spine, no more than a shiver, and he whisked it at the man, who began to wet himself. Lyssa choked and threw a hand to cover her face as her drink spilled out her nose.
An abrupt silence swallowed the man’s laughter. His mouth hung open, his eyes falling to the stain that grew between his legs and trickled down his pants. He threw both hands over his groin, unable to stop the flow, and bolted for the door,
With a glare at Lyssa, Rune downed half his drink in one shot. “You do that on purpose,” he said, his free hand finding the back of his neck.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Her drink met the table, and she hooked her fingers in his belt and tugged him near, a dangerous grin set on her lips. “You didn’t really think I was interested in him, did you?”
“I never know what to think.”
Her fingers walked their way up his front. “What would I want with that when I’ve got you?”
“What? My boney ass?”
Lyssa caught his collar and pulled his lips down to hers. “Nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”
“Lyss-”
“Mmm?
“I’d rather you didn’t grab it in public.”
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1256-ish
Word Count : 535
So, you'd think this would be Lyssa's prompt, hands down. But no. Half the fun of Rune and Lyssa as a pair is that they're both such short fuses.
There was a man beside her. Rune crossed the bar, worming his way through the patrons, a drink in each hand. There were always men near her; she drew them in like moths. This one stood a head shorter and twice his girth, with broad, square shoulders, and a chiseled jaw…and the gall to lay one big, meaty hand right on her arm. Lyssa eyed the offending limb with the same amusement she always had for such situations.
“I’d move that if you want to keep it,” said Rune, a nod to the man’s hand as he slipped past the last table.
The man blinked, whipped his head in Rune’s direction, and gave him a slow look from head to toe. Lyssa flashed Rune a grin and quickly bit her lip as he pressed her drink into her hand. The man’s mouth split into a toothy smile and he reeled back with a deep, rolling laugh and gave Lyssa’s arm a squeeze. “You threatening me?”
“If I need to.”
The man locked eyes with him a moment before descending into laughter again. Shaking, he wiped the back of one thick hand across his eye, and he bent and slapped his tree trunk of a leg as he fought to find his breath. “That’s a good one,” he panted.
Lyssa sipped the foam off of her drink and peered at him over the rim of her glass. “He means it.”
The man choked and swallowed and forced his face straight, turning to Lyssa. “You think I am afraid of this? Let him try. I give him ten seconds before I kick his boney ass. Why go home with that when you could have a real man?”
Rune’s grip tightened around his drink. Lyssa snorted as she raised her own to her lips for another gulp.
“Well?” said Rune. The hand had yet to move.
The man cast him a look and burst into laughter once more.
The faintest trace of magic raced up his spine, no more than a shiver, and he whisked it at the man, who began to wet himself. Lyssa choked and threw a hand to cover her face as her drink spilled out her nose.
An abrupt silence swallowed the man’s laughter. His mouth hung open, his eyes falling to the stain that grew between his legs and trickled down his pants. He threw both hands over his groin, unable to stop the flow, and bolted for the door,
With a glare at Lyssa, Rune downed half his drink in one shot. “You do that on purpose,” he said, his free hand finding the back of his neck.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Her drink met the table, and she hooked her fingers in his belt and tugged him near, a dangerous grin set on her lips. “You didn’t really think I was interested in him, did you?”
“I never know what to think.”
Her fingers walked their way up his front. “What would I want with that when I’ve got you?”
“What? My boney ass?”
Lyssa caught his collar and pulled his lips down to hers. “Nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”
“Lyss-”
“Mmm?
“I’d rather you didn’t grab it in public.”