éclairage || mai Dec 5, 2012 3:24:54 GMT -4
Post by The Prince on Dec 5, 2012 3:24:54 GMT -4
The shudder that seemed to run through Mai as the Prince spoke to her seemed to say more about his voice's effect on her than anything. Having control over her like that was definitely an exhilarating feeling that he wanted to exercise more -- he was dominant over this woman who had only just been ridiculing him. Her entire body was trembling as his had been so recently. It was obvious from the very light, vague smirk -- which in itself was an incredibly rare thing to see on the Prince -- that appeared on his face that he was enjoying himself. And as she slid her lips across his cheek, she smirked back at him. Mai certainly wasn't the sort of woman the Prince saw himself having a relationship with (he never pictured himself having a sexual relationship with much of anybody, at that), but he was acting on a whim. Given how uncommon that was for him, it seemed like tonight was a night of opportunity for the Prince.
The labored whisper she replied with, for all intents and purposes, pushed the Prince over the edge. She had tried to give a sarcastic comment, but it was obvious that Mai was as ready to cut to the chase as he was, and the comment -- about being a tease, the word which seemed to have a significant effect on her coming from the Prince -- didn't feel like it was meant to be snarky as much as it was meant to keep face in front of him. The comment seemed to roll off of him, being as inconsequential as it was. He wasn't going to let her have power over his actions anymore, and she had already embarrassed the Prince a few times that night, and the Prince wasn't going to be taking any of her attempts to embarrass him anymore. He was the boss of her, and he wanted to be in control. And without giving her the choice to say no, he took charge of her. It was only right for a prince to exercise power over his subjects.
"Shut up," the Prince stated bluntly, and before she had time to protest, he threw her over his shoulder with much less civility than was expected from him. He knew she could probably escape from him if she wanted to, but he was more than fairly sure that she wouldn't be trying to escape from him, especially considering how badly she seemed to want it. "Come on, bitch." As if he was giving her a choice. He said this with so much foreign authority in his voice that he couldn't help but wonder if someone else had take over his body and his personality, taking the apathy and replacing it with lust and a desire for dominance. Even the obscenity had just fallen out, as if foul language came to him naturally -- and it most definitely didn't. The Prince was careful enough with her so as not to hurt her (which he knew he couldn't do, but his basic instincts told him to be gentle enough that she knew he wasn't trying to hurt her). The bed in the apartment was easy to find, and they definitely made good use of it.FADE