Mocha #5. Since You Asked with Hot Fudge
Story :
knights & necromancersRating : PG-13
Timeframe : 1258
Word Count : 235
"Shasa?" said Reida, when she was quite sure the girl was gone. Sethan barely so much as blinked. She clutched her fists so hard her nails bit her palms, forced a steadying breath on herself and tried again. "Shasa?"
He raised one spindly brow. "I take it you don't approve."
"Got that right." She fought the urge to give the man a good, sharp kick in the shins. "So, what? Kairn such a good lay you thought you'd fuck the whole family? They give you a two-for-one special?"
"Very funny." Sethan spread his hands behind him on the bed and leaned back to regard her with that infuriating, self-satisfied smirk of his. "Can't you see Shasa and I are in love?"
Reida put a hand to her throat as if something violently unpleasant had just passed that way. Sethan quietly waited for her to recover. "Something wrong with my offer?" she said, after a moment.
"As a matter of fact, there is."
"Oh?"
"You're not expendable."
There it was again, that need to slam her boot into his leg and watch him go hobbling about, clutching it for awhile. But she forced it down, until it was nothing more than an irritating twitch beneath her eye, and pressed a grin into place. "And I'm not your tool, either."
Not waiting to see what smart answer that would elicit, Reida turned and swept from the room.