Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Sky managed a few good hours of sleep that night. It took her a while. She wanted to spend hours crying but finally the exhaustion set in and she was able to sleep. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep though when she heard the all too cheery tone of some British asshole bidding Good morning, making her groan out and pull a pillow over her head. From the crying, to the falling asleep to the constant nightmares of seeing dead bodies all around her, Skys mood had only worsened. If this British agent wasnt careful, he might get another punch in the testicles if he even looked at her wrong. Not sleeping wasnt something that Sky was accustomed to. Being a dancer, she had an intense regime. She always woke up at about 5 AM to get an hour work out in and then two hours of morning training, mostly to limber up. After that, shed shower and get ready for school, having plenty of time to eat a proper breakfast that her mom always prepared for her. From there, shed go to school and after school shed go to the library to study for about two hours so she didnt fall behind on her schoolwork. By the time she finished with that, it was roughly 5 PM which gave her three hours to practice her routines with her dancing partner. By the time 8 PM rolled around, she was ready to go home, eat dinner, catch her mom up with everything and then go to sleep by 10 PM. She was used to a perfect seven hour sleep. Last night? She got about two and a half hours. She was certainly not at her best. With a heavy sigh, she turned onto her back and sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as her hair fell over her shoulder. Just say morning. There is nothing good about this morning. Throwing the covers off of her, she got out of bed and pushed her hair out of her face. Her eyes were a bit red and swollen from all the crying, with shadows from the lack of sleep. Her hair was a disheveled hot mess and it completely escaped her mind that was only wearing her bra and panties. For a dancer, she had a rather soft, slender and healthy body, not so much a dancers body. Sure, she loved being a dancer but she didnt do the toning that most dancers did because she wasnt into having abs bigger than her partnersor legs, thighs, and arms bigger than her partners. Without even asking which was hers and only assuming, she plucked the mug from his hand that had the tea, completely unaware. She sipped it and let out a content sight. Oh good, how did you know I loved tea? Which was thank you in Sky-language. Turning from him, she took another gulp from his tea and walked into the bathroom. Shutting the door and locking it, the sound of the shower being turned on could be heard and once it was piping hot, she stripped of her bra and panties and got right in. After about ten minutes, she felt a whole lot better. Hot tea and an even hotter shower did wonders. Emerging from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body, she carried her bra and panties in one hand and his mug of tea in the other. Sitting down on the bed, she dropped her used undergarments and crossed one finely shaped bare leg over the other, bringing the mug up to her lips to take a big sip. She looked up at him, about to inquire about the plans in store for that day when her gaze slowly traveled down his front and settled on the front of his pants. Sky's head tilted and a small grin formed on her face. How are the British jewels? Sore? She sipped her tea again before holding it down in her lap. That ought to teach you not to sass off to me. She had to just get one more dig in. But...I do feel a little bad. I highly doubt there was any ice for you to ice them with. She smiled a little hesitantly. Any way that I can make it up to you?