As Vic stood in the gaping portal of his abode, he gazed upon the glistening cream running down his porch. Pouting with his sensuous lips, his eyes played upon the milkman's chiseled abdomen, the bulge of his chest, his stiff jawline and angled cheeks.
His lips parted and the words came out like silk, "And how do you intend to repay this slight?"
Standing there, covered in milk, he felt like a fool. Yet the smoldering look was enough to make him feel a bit less ridiculous, even though he was covered in milk, and his shirt had been taken off after his first tripping escapade at his last stop.
His last stop hadn't asked him to repay them for covering the porch in milk. This time, he was at a loss.
"Well, I could pay for it, or if you'd like, I can," he paused, wondering if this sounded ridiculous. "Mop it up."
"Bring the prisoner to me," the pirate queen commanded, in a voice crisp and clear, drawing to mind the sound of a lone church bell ringing through the countryside and beckoning simple villagers to come en masse to worship. She shifted in her throne, emerald orbs flashing dangerously as she waved a dismissive hand at her minions. "Bring him immediately. I have need of his services."
Pietro could swear he'd been able to predict the appearance of the guards at his cell. It was only a matter of time really, till she called him to his death. He could still feel those eyes on him, burning into his back. It had been hours since she'd ordered his imprisonment for purposes unknown, but he didn't think he'd ever be able to forget that feeling
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Another wave of her hands and the guards left him unbound, and the two of them alone in her grand chamber. For a long moment, the entire room was silent and still, almost as calm as the tranquil nothingness outside their vessel. Beyond the windows, stars flickered in the blackness, tiny, brilliant orbs of hope in the midst of unending despair
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His lips parted and the words came out like silk, "And how do you intend to repay this slight?"
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His last stop hadn't asked him to repay them for covering the porch in milk. This time, he was at a loss.
"Well, I could pay for it, or if you'd like, I can," he paused, wondering if this sounded ridiculous. "Mop it up."
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