Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Ben believed he'd compensated for the references to Sky being a Hooker, and the hungry stares and obviously misogynistic thoughts his comments had elicited from the pimply hotel clerk, with the care with which he tended the young woman's wound. Although, if he'd had his time again, he most likely wouldn't have cheekily called her Vivian, as that hadn't been required as part of the plan, but simply done for fun, and then he'd have nothing to make up for. Neither, if he'd really thought it through first, would he have teased Sky about her services being too expensive to afford. However, she didn't seem to mind, and he even imagined he'd caught a glimpse of a smile. Lucky I'm not really a Doctor, then, he replied with a wiggling of the eyebrows, nor James Bond. Because, honestly, with the amount of girl's he's apparently slept with, you'd require a shot of Penicillin, and four condoms. Even if he did look like Pierce Brosnan. The man is a male slut, and brings nothing but shame to us real British Gentlemen. Ben joked, feeling more relaxed that they were out of immediate danger, and with the woman appearing willing to exchange pleasantries. However, once the wound was cleaned, and the medical supplies put away, the Spy made his most egregious mistake since hopping off the plane. With his gentle touch, he felt Sky's cheek press into his hand, as if searching for more, and that caused him to assume they'd become friends, but, as everyone learns in grade school, assumptions can be taken a step too far, and that's when the real trouble starts. Barely two seconds after the comment about the low price of the porn movies had escaped his lips, the man's eyes widened in shock before he emitted a high-pitched squeal, jerked upright in his chair, and instinctively reached for his crotch. Then his head fell back, and his eyes began to water as the chair rocked with his groans. It eventually deposited Ben Roberts - MI6 Special Agent, and a man who'd engaged in exchanges of gun-fire and hand to hand combat with the cruelest and most depraved men humanity had to offer without sustaining barely a scratch - face first on the carpet, with hands clasped to his crotch, squirming in pain, and tears rolling down his cheeks, after having been punched in the nuts by the future Queen of England. Damn, these Americans certainly were a different breed. So engrossed was he in the throbbing sensation affecting his family jewels, Ben barely noted her feet step past, nor did he hear the water run in the bathroom, or register that, on her return, Sky had stripped down to nought but panties and bra. His legs kicked out, and Ben groaned once more before he recovered enough to at least be able to push himself to his feet, collect his weapon, upright the chair, and drop back into it, just as she slipped into bed. Any thoughts about watching porn had completely departed his mind. Ben didn't even want to look down there, let alone touch. Well, I guess I did ask for that. By the time the pain eased further enough to allow him to whisper, and he glanced over to the bed, Sky was already asleep. Or that's how it appeared, although, he soon realised she was crying. They were silent sobs, but Ben knew the signs, and aware that they must be for her lost Mother, the Agent was overtaken by a sense of helplessness. He'd only met Schuyler that day, and never her parents, therefore the sympathy he could offer would probably come across as false, so he remained silent. However, at that moment, he also decided that, out of respect for Sky and her deceased parent, he'd find a way to allow her to say a proper goodbye. Ben might be a spy, but not a man without empathy. As the first rays of the sun filtered through dusty window panes, Ben, who'd not slept a wink that night, moved from his seat. He winced at the pain in his crotch, which was now more remembered than real, and dared slip out of the room. Five minutes later, he returned with two mugs in hand a sweet white coffee for the young woman, and for himself, English Breakfast Tea and called out a cheery, Good morning, when he re-entered the room.