Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

The mumbled morning', and comment that followed when he re-entered the room elicited a shake of his head, and a roll of Ben's eyes that, thankfully, Sky would miss, as simultaneously, the bed-covers flew up to hide her face, and Ben blew on the steam rising from his mug, anticipating the refreshing taste of tea. He wasn't certain if he'd be able to find it in the States, due to the penchant of American's for coffee, and it had been a pleasant surprise, and a good omen, when he discovered the cafe downstairs carried it. Today, he required it more than most, as like Sky, his night hadn't been filled with rest and pleasant dreams. In fact, his hadn't contained any dreams whatsoever, since he hadn't slept a wink the task of remaining awake made easier by the throbbing in his nether-regions that had finally ceased around four am. A sigh escaped his lips even before he tasted it, but the drink didn't quite reach his mouth as his eyes suddenly widened, and the British agent's attention was distracted the sight of the slim body, clad in only panties and bra, that rose from the bed. Before he'd become aware it was happening, and with his mind telling his eyes to stop staring, the cup was ripped from his hand, and that broke the reverie. For he realised that it wasn't the coffee that she'd grasped, but the tea. His tea. 'Hey, that's mine, I brought you coffee. He spoke up in consternation, and then, as the scalding liquid spilled from under lid of the remaining beverage he held, onto his hand, when he lunged to grab back his drink, a stream of invective slipped from his mouth. Ouch. Damn-it. Fuck. Bloody Hell. Ben jumped up and down, and swapped hands with the mug, and the curses didn't cease until he'd shaken every last, burning drop from his skin. Then, with the pain faded, for the second time in less than twelve hours, he admitted defeat, and shot her the biggest, brightest grin he could muster. 'Lucky guess. Enjoy. This time, he managed to keep his eyes on her face. At least until she turned to enter the bathroom, when they slipped to her ass. Although it wasn't tea, the caffeine contained in the gross American coffee entered his blood-tream, and the man was back to full steam after his sleepless night when he sat on the edge of Sky's bed, and switched on the television for the morning news. Shit. The agent swore under his breath when he noted they were the lead story, however, breathed a sigh of relief when it appeared they hadn't yet located a picture of Sky or, if they had, decided to not yet release it, nor her name. The item had finished when she re-emerged, and he lowered the volume. Damn, didn't the woman ever wear clothes? After their eyes met, he watched hers lower to his crotch, which caused an instinctive reaction. Ben, slowly and carefully, crossed his hands on his lap, and cocked a brow. Oh, they're just fine, it was but a flesh wound, and whilst I appreciate the offer. A mischievous grin crept onto his face. We wouldn't want the clerk to hear strange noises emanating from the room, and provide him further reason to believe his assumptions correct, would we? He was extra careful not to utter the actual word, 'Hooker', before the mirth faded from his expression, and he stood to approach Sky, and squeeze her shoulder. We'll depart this hovel, find some breakfast, and figure out our next move. We need to find a way out of the country. Get dressed. The demand was issued gently, but contained obvious urgency, and he didn't stop to argue, but immediately continued on his way to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth, and on his reemergence, dressed in the same clothes he'd slept in, the agent's attention was immediately captured by the television screen. He winced. Four Dead massive search underway for missing woman, Schuyler Lassiter, read the banner running across the screen, under images of her residence, surrounded by the flashing red lights of emergency vehicles and a throng of media vans. His gaze made it's way to Sky to see if she too had noted it, and the reaction, if she had. They'd now discovered her name and, from there, it wouldn't take long her photograph to be plastered all over the country. It appears your days of fame have commenced. Ever contemplated a haircut and colour change? Brunette would look nice.