Thread: The Bloodied Blades of Love (Frogger and InsertNameHere)

Malice woke to the smell of citrus, chocolate...and to a delicious foot rub, delivered by skilled hands. Mm Good morning, my handsome little protege, she greeted, voice husky with sleep...but in a sexy, even arousing, way. It was no wonder that so many men fought, just to be in her presence...to spend the evening together, or to even kiss her hand. I hope you are ready for what is to come As for your questions...they will be answered soon enough, curious one. Sometimes it is better to see...and to learn for yourself, rather than be told what to know Dont you agree? Her fingertips ran through her golden mane, causing it to glisten under the new days light. Those green eyes opened, no hint of sleepiness lingering within the depths...but rather, a rather intense, piercing look. I will tell you one thing, so heed my words If a man has earned your trust throughout the years, never giving you any inkling of underhanded deceit, only being honest, and giving you the right amount of money every time You should stay in his favor. It is survival of the fittest. Actually, now that she thinks about it It was more along the lines of the richest surviving, wasnt it? Do you have everything we need ready, and in order? Malice asked, her voice no longer husky, but rather along the lines of smooth, almost like honey. I must warn you, I would like tonight to go a little differently than how we normally conduct business. I dont want our client to notice that you are there...and so...I will be dressed in formal, business clothes that are appropriate. Underneath, I will have my usual weapons on hand just in case Do you understand? Hm...I just hope things go according to plan No, I am sure that everything will go according to plan After all, I am never wrong... A long, slender finger began tracing along the pattern of her comforter idly. Now then I want you to start wearing both your dagger, and the new sword You must get used to having them by your side, which means...wear your weapons, no matter where you go. Enemies take any opportunity they can, to strike...to kill you at your weakest moment. Malice bit into a slice of apple, the juice trickling down her chin, only to be delicately wiped away with a napkin. Golden hair fell over her shoulder, the ends curling just so above her breasts...bring out their luscious shape, just by framing them. Next she ate the pieces of chocolate provided for her, finding delight in its rich flavor. It wasnt long before every piece of fruit, every chocolate bit, and the eggs, were gone having been eaten by the willowy assassin. Mm, that was delicious Thank you, Syd, for yet another good meal. I must say, I will be hard-pressed to find anyone who has half your culinary skills, once you leave to make a life for yourself. The plate clean, with not a speck of food or mess left behind...she placed it on the nearby stand, just to get it out of her way. Such clutter always did annoy her...but for now...it will have to suffice. Syd How long have you been under my tutelage? Four, five years? Malice has thought about it carefully, about the lessons she has given...about the promise he shows, even though the man never has gone out into the field yet. Dark green eyes turned to meet his, drawing him in...much like a moth is drawn to a flame...yet she was a much better prize. I know you have said...that you will never leave my side, which I appreciate. It is hard to find people who you can trust, and...people who can keep a secret. Besides you...no one else can guess that I lead my life, assassinating others, being paid for every job I take on. You will have to do the same, later on. The sheets were pulled back, revealing that she was wearing just a transparent red nightgown, that hides nothing...and leaves nothing to the imagination. One toned foot went down onto the floor, its partner following within just a moment. Her luscious body, the envy of many women, rose from the bed and stretched. I know you should apply your lessons to a...real-life situation to see if you are suited to a life of crime and bloodshed. However...I did not want to put you out there, before you are ready for I have grown quite fond of you. I believe...it is about time you lead an assassination mission...without my assistance. Malices eyes met his again, her lips curving into a smile. You are no longer the young, naive fool you used to be...and so...the next time I receive a request, I will let you lead it. What do you say...Hm? A hand ran through her golden mane...sending the strands tumbling down the length of her back. Of course he will take advantage of such an opportunity After all, he is my discipline, and if he does not...if he does not wish to be part of such a dangerous life, why is he under her watchful eyes? A waste of her lessons, and his life, that is.especially since Syd does show some skill. A ringing made her focus on the here and now, breaking through the silence. Excuse me, I should take that Malice picked up her cell phone, which was connected to the number people call, if they wish for her services, and brought it up to her ear. Good morning I didnt expect you to call so early in the morning, Mr. Horton. Ah, well...I like rising early, so I thought I mind as well give you a call. Are you still coming in for our little meeting? Mr. Horton asked. His back to the beautiful room he called his office, he gazed out over his sprawling lawn, drops of dew making the various flowers glisten. There was nothing he couldnt buy...no luxury too expensive or outrageous. Yes, that means he can hire an assassin for his foolish rivals who think they have a chance of overthrowing his empire...yet...hes not a bad man. I see. Every day should be enjoyed to its fullest, after all. Malice began walking about, seemingly unaware of how the nightgown revealed so much of her curves. The light practically made it look as though she was naked...not that that was a bad thing. There was nothing wrong with her body. As for the meeting today, I am most certainly coming. I would never leave you waiting, old friend. Mr. Horton gave a low chuckle. I am not that old, cherie. It will be a pleasure to see you again. Should I expect to see you...hm, at noon? Or should I make the meeting a little later? His fingertips caressed his large mahogany desk...feeling the smoothness of its surface, before he straightened his tie. Even though he has been a married man for the past eight wonderful years, he couldnt help but try and be handsome at these meetings The infamous Miss Blackthorn was a beauty, after all...and his wife couldnt even compare to those sexy hips of hers. Temptation always sank its teeth into his skin...into his manhood...but it was difficult to cheat on his lovely wife. Malice smiled, slow and seductively. I will see you there. After hanging up with the man, she let out a groan, stretching her arms yet again.