Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

She expected him to yell, to throw a fit, maybe even swear a bunch of words that she wouldnt be sure were entirely legal to say. Instead, the MI6 agent just started laughing after he stuttered his disbelief in what she admitted. She didnt know how to drive, mowing down that one Russian was a complete accident, though a miracle for them because it meant one less evil man to gun down or fend off, and she was on the high way, somehow managing not to alert attention or get them killed. Yeah, it was a wonder to her as well but at least he was taking it pretty damn well. A normal and probably sane person would have thrown some kind of hissy fit. If her mother was not her mother, shed likely throw a hissy fit as well and probably yell at her for such reckless driving. Well youre very welcome. She smiled tightly, her grip on the steering wheel tightening since she was still shaking. Ill take this exit. It seems like an abandoned part of town. It looked like a rest stop with other cars that seemed to be abandoned. Maybe one of them would fit the bill to drive for them to continue their trip in. Taking the exit, she managed to switch lanes without colliding into another oncoming vehicle and exhaled a shaky sigh of relief as she came to the stop light preventing her from turning right. There was a sign that said no right turn on red. It was a red light. So she stayed until the light turned green. Once it did, she turned right and continued down, pulling into the lot of abandoned cars. Putting the car into park, she turned the ignition off and looked at him when his hand touched hers. She smiled gently, her shaking officially stopping by the tender moment of compassion he showed her. Now that they were safefor nowthe adrenaline ceased and she felt a headache coming on as well as exhaustion. But more than anything, she wanted to get food and go shopping. The sooner she got these bloodied clothes off of her, the better. And when they stopped for the night at another hotel, she wanted a really long and hot shower to wipe off the blood that seemed to be accumulating. What was the saying? Blood on her hands? Yeah well right now it felt dripping because this meant three men she had killed. Sure, all three of them were strokes of luck and in defense but they were still deaths that she had caused for her own survival. Dont get her wrong, shed much rather be the alive one as she was, and not dead, and even though they probably wanted to hard her, she still killed. A life was still a life. Thank you. She said with another relieved sigh, sitting back agains the seat. She turned her head in his direction, the smile on her face real, full of her gratitude and she seemed to abandon her snide behavior since he had basically put their lives in her hands, without knowing her lack of ability to drive and she had actually succeeded too. As he swiped her cheek with his finger, she grinned slowly, her grin turning into a fully broad one no matter her fatigue. I will take that into definite consideration. But I will promise to lick, coddle and massage them back to life after doing that. She winked at him, enjoying a moment of innocent playful banter no matter how dirty, before she opened her door and slipped out. Shutting the door behind her, she looked down at herself. Her shirt seemed to have taken the brunt of all the blood, her shorts surprisingly clean for the most part with only small drops of blood. She unbuttoned her shirt completely and then tied it at the bust, tucking the ties inside up toward her breasts. It showed her stomach but it also hid the blood. So if anyone saw her, theyd just think her a hussy or a slut but she didnt really care. She was a slut, yes, but so far from a hooker because she didnt charge for a pound. Untying her hair, she plaited it into a braid over her shoulder and it eased whatever tension she felt in her scalp, which immediately relieved her headache. Apparently she had tied it too tightly. Walking around the front of the car, she put her hands on her curvy hips and looked around the lot. She spotted an old Honda which happened to be unlocked with the keys in the ignition. Inspecting the car, she saw that the tires were in perfect condition, the engine worked just fine when she turned it on and it had half a tank of gas. So why was it abandoned? Looking at the front two seats, she saw what looked to be old and dried throw up stains. Seriously? That was enough cause to abandon a car? With the window rolled down, there wasnt even any stench. Moving back over to Ben, she searched his person for a knife before going back to the car. She ripped up the back seats fabric and placed them over the old throw up stains, tucking the fabric into the back edge of the seat so they didnt come out. Proud of her handiwork, she went back to him and presented him the car. I give you a perfectly good Honda. She smiled. Can we go to a mall now? Im starving and Id love to buy some clothes. I mean, I know you probably like me like this, fitting the bill of a cheap hooker, but Id like to make it out of the country unscathed and not raped. She waggled her eyebrows, a grin forming onto her face. Ill even buy you a tiara. She reached her hand up and pinched his cheek, the way a doting grandma or annoying aunt might to a little child. Wouldnt you like that little Benji? She even said it in a baby voice to add more annoyance to the already annoying gesture, even giving him a nickname he'd likely hate. He didn't seem like a Benji anyways.