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Me too!
And I'm excited cx We're so close to the kidnapping scene!
And I'm excited cx We're so close to the kidnapping scene!
“You too,” Cas nodded and then rolled his eyes when Iris ruffled his hair, successfully undoing the effort he’d made to tidy himself up after their make-out session. “See you tomorrow,” he said back to her, following her with his eyes as she exited the bar. As soon as she passed out of his sight, he shuddered and got up with a deep exhale. Yup, I definitely need a cold shower now, he thought, smiling to himself as he gathered his suit jacket and tie from the other seat.
It was getting harder for him to take things slow with the amnesiac as they grew closer. Since Iris still didn’t know exactly who she was, he didn’t want to move too quickly with her. Their first priority was still to help her regain the memories she had lost. Until that box was checked, he had planned to keep whatever feelings he was developing for her on the backburner. They’d confessed and kissed, but he didn’t want to inadvertently make her situation worse in the future by going much further than that. There was still the possibility that when she remembered who she was, something would come up that would prevent them from being together. For her sake, he couldn’t give in to his desire to pretend like nothing would change after she recovered from her amnesia.
Tossing his jacket over his shoulder, the prince took a step toward the door and then paused when he saw Martin glance at him and hurriedly turn away. The furtive look made him shift his weight uncomfortably. In hindsight, he realized the bartender must have seen him kiss Iris. Martin had always been friendlier with him than with his father, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tell the king about what he’d witnessed. Hoping to deter the other man from ratting him out, he offered him a smile, “Ready to call it a night, Martin?”
The bartender nodded but didn’t look up from the counter he was wiping down.
The smile faded from Cas’s lips, and he sighed, accepting that he was going to have to bite the bullet and approach the subject directly. “Look, I’m going to tell my dad about this soon,” he assured him, crossing his arms as he leaned in the doorway. “Just not until Iris moves out. You know how he gets… I don’t want him to kick her to the curb, so please don’t say anything.”
“Do you think His Majesty will approve even then?” Martin asked tentatively, finally meeting the prince’s gaze. It was common knowledge that Atlas wanted his son to have a political marriage. The opinions of the other high borns varied wildly on the subject. Some believed it was best for the royal line to continue the tradition of using their weddings to strengthen the kingdom, while others, like Cas, thought the approach was outdated. He and Martin had never openly discussed their views, but he suspected the servant was somewhere on the former end of that spectrum.
“We’ll find out when I tell him,” he shrugged, nimbly dodging the question. They both knew Atlas would never approve, but he didn’t want to say it out loud. “I’d prefer it if he finds out from me rather than anyone else though.” Glancing out the doorway, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. He stepped back over to the bar and withdrew a one hundred credit banknote, which he slid across the counter. “So, nothing happened. Right, Martin?” he simpered at the bartender.
Martin’s eyes flicked down to the banknote, and then back up to the prince’s face. “I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary,” he smiled, slipping the money into his own pocket.
Cas relaxed. Bribery wasn’t usually his go-to strategy, but in the capital, money talked. He’d learned how to use it to his advantage on occasion—not to do anything illegal, of course, but to get around a few of the expectations his father had placed on him that he found suffocating. Being forbidden from dating was one of them. “Great,” he stepped back again to head for the door. “Goodnight, Martin.”
“Goodnight, Your Highness.”
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The next day wasn’t as calm as Caspian had hoped it would be. His father had scheduled another lesson for him with his economics tutor, so he spent the entire morning playing catch up to make up for the private class he’d missed the day before. After that, he had a break for lunch—he ended up napping as soon as he cleared his plate—followed by a meeting with the king’s council. By the afternoon, Atlas was well enough to attend the meeting, but since the prince had been heading everything in regard to the rebels, they had needed him to show up too. The next two hours were spent with him repeating most of the information in his speech to the council members, who seemed to have been convinced that there was more going on than he had told the rest of the capital during the address last night.
Once he managed to persuade them that there was no secret conspiracy going on with the Scourge, he spent the rest of the day in his room working on a plan to get past security so he could keep his word to Iris. He would have done so with her if not for his fear of dragging her down with him if he was caught. If any of the guards or his father discovered that he was trying to sneak out, they’d go easier on him than they would on her. So, to keep her safe, he plotted alone, so the lie that she had nothing to do with it would be more convincing if he had to explain himself to anyone.
Fortunately, no one stopped by his room, so no one found out what he had been up to, and by the time night fell, he had a fairly solid plan to get them both out of the mansion without raising suspicion. Feeling confident, he threw on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue shirt and made his way downstairs to get dinner. He expected that the night was going to be a long one, so he needed to fuel up before he and Iris went back to the woods to look for her ID.
It was getting harder for him to take things slow with the amnesiac as they grew closer. Since Iris still didn’t know exactly who she was, he didn’t want to move too quickly with her. Their first priority was still to help her regain the memories she had lost. Until that box was checked, he had planned to keep whatever feelings he was developing for her on the backburner. They’d confessed and kissed, but he didn’t want to inadvertently make her situation worse in the future by going much further than that. There was still the possibility that when she remembered who she was, something would come up that would prevent them from being together. For her sake, he couldn’t give in to his desire to pretend like nothing would change after she recovered from her amnesia.
Tossing his jacket over his shoulder, the prince took a step toward the door and then paused when he saw Martin glance at him and hurriedly turn away. The furtive look made him shift his weight uncomfortably. In hindsight, he realized the bartender must have seen him kiss Iris. Martin had always been friendlier with him than with his father, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tell the king about what he’d witnessed. Hoping to deter the other man from ratting him out, he offered him a smile, “Ready to call it a night, Martin?”
The bartender nodded but didn’t look up from the counter he was wiping down.
The smile faded from Cas’s lips, and he sighed, accepting that he was going to have to bite the bullet and approach the subject directly. “Look, I’m going to tell my dad about this soon,” he assured him, crossing his arms as he leaned in the doorway. “Just not until Iris moves out. You know how he gets… I don’t want him to kick her to the curb, so please don’t say anything.”
“Do you think His Majesty will approve even then?” Martin asked tentatively, finally meeting the prince’s gaze. It was common knowledge that Atlas wanted his son to have a political marriage. The opinions of the other high borns varied wildly on the subject. Some believed it was best for the royal line to continue the tradition of using their weddings to strengthen the kingdom, while others, like Cas, thought the approach was outdated. He and Martin had never openly discussed their views, but he suspected the servant was somewhere on the former end of that spectrum.
“We’ll find out when I tell him,” he shrugged, nimbly dodging the question. They both knew Atlas would never approve, but he didn’t want to say it out loud. “I’d prefer it if he finds out from me rather than anyone else though.” Glancing out the doorway, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. He stepped back over to the bar and withdrew a one hundred credit banknote, which he slid across the counter. “So, nothing happened. Right, Martin?” he simpered at the bartender.
Martin’s eyes flicked down to the banknote, and then back up to the prince’s face. “I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary,” he smiled, slipping the money into his own pocket.
Cas relaxed. Bribery wasn’t usually his go-to strategy, but in the capital, money talked. He’d learned how to use it to his advantage on occasion—not to do anything illegal, of course, but to get around a few of the expectations his father had placed on him that he found suffocating. Being forbidden from dating was one of them. “Great,” he stepped back again to head for the door. “Goodnight, Martin.”
“Goodnight, Your Highness.”
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The next day wasn’t as calm as Caspian had hoped it would be. His father had scheduled another lesson for him with his economics tutor, so he spent the entire morning playing catch up to make up for the private class he’d missed the day before. After that, he had a break for lunch—he ended up napping as soon as he cleared his plate—followed by a meeting with the king’s council. By the afternoon, Atlas was well enough to attend the meeting, but since the prince had been heading everything in regard to the rebels, they had needed him to show up too. The next two hours were spent with him repeating most of the information in his speech to the council members, who seemed to have been convinced that there was more going on than he had told the rest of the capital during the address last night.
Once he managed to persuade them that there was no secret conspiracy going on with the Scourge, he spent the rest of the day in his room working on a plan to get past security so he could keep his word to Iris. He would have done so with her if not for his fear of dragging her down with him if he was caught. If any of the guards or his father discovered that he was trying to sneak out, they’d go easier on him than they would on her. So, to keep her safe, he plotted alone, so the lie that she had nothing to do with it would be more convincing if he had to explain himself to anyone.
Fortunately, no one stopped by his room, so no one found out what he had been up to, and by the time night fell, he had a fairly solid plan to get them both out of the mansion without raising suspicion. Feeling confident, he threw on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue shirt and made his way downstairs to get dinner. He expected that the night was going to be a long one, so he needed to fuel up before he and Iris went back to the woods to look for her ID.
For sure!
And that's how it is here still! The government is basically fighting against the people. They're trying to quarantine and close places down to prevent the virus from spreading, while a lot of people still don't think it's a big deal. Projections are showing that if we don't start taking it seriously, we'll see about two million deaths or more from this virus ^^; As someone who's high risk for pneumonia, I really want to see everyone start caring more about those of us who'll get hit harder than just a cold if we catch it.
That sounds good to me!
And that's how it is here still! The government is basically fighting against the people. They're trying to quarantine and close places down to prevent the virus from spreading, while a lot of people still don't think it's a big deal. Projections are showing that if we don't start taking it seriously, we'll see about two million deaths or more from this virus ^^; As someone who's high risk for pneumonia, I really want to see everyone start caring more about those of us who'll get hit harder than just a cold if we catch it.
That sounds good to me!
I think that's all it is. For coronavirus, I've read in a lot of different articles that most people start out with a cough and fever and only get short breath when pneumonia is setting in. I only have the short breath, so it's probably just my seasonal asthma making its annual appearance. If my doctor tells me to get tested, I will though!
That makes sense. Most restaurants where I live have closed down until we get things under control. America is about 10 days behind Italy, so we're most likely going to be seeing a major spike in confirmed cases and overcrowding in hospitals soon.
Sure! I'm good with anything. If we skip ahead a little, I may skip over most of the next day. Cas would want to wait until after dark to sneak out with Iris :)
That makes sense. Most restaurants where I live have closed down until we get things under control. America is about 10 days behind Italy, so we're most likely going to be seeing a major spike in confirmed cases and overcrowding in hospitals soon.
Sure! I'm good with anything. If we skip ahead a little, I may skip over most of the next day. Cas would want to wait until after dark to sneak out with Iris :)
I'm definitely trying! I woke up with some shortness of breath this morning though, so I'm scheduled to see a doctor on Monday ^^; I don't think it's coronavirus because I don't have a cough or fever, but my doctor might tell me to get tested just in case.
That's good! Is your partner still working or is it paid time off?
That's good! Is your partner still working or is it paid time off?
The feeling of Iris’s lips moving against his sent a shiver of pleasure down Caspian’s spine. Everything was still so new that each little touch was electrifying. Her hand that was resting on his and her fingers that were tangled in his coarse hair encouraged him to lean more deeply into the kiss, and he lost himself in the moment. He took her by the waist to pull her close, relishing the warmth of her torso against his. After just two drinks, he was far from intoxicated, but there had been just enough scotch in each glass to make him relax enough to forget that they had an audience.
Behind the bar, Martin had been cleaning their empty glasses when he noticed that things had grown heated between the prince and his company. He glanced up, jumped, and quickly spun around to look away from them while he wiped the crystal down with a dry rag. It wasn’t the first time Caspian had brought girls back to the Maydestone family’s in-house bar, but he didn’t usually move that quickly with his guests. The bartender wasn’t used to bearing witness to his future king make out with someone like a hormonal high school boy. If he hadn’t been the one to personally pour their drinks that evening, he would have thought the two were drunk.
For Cas’s part, he felt drunk, but not on alcohol. When Iris pulled away from the kiss, he panted to catch his breath and laughed breathily at her belated confirmation that she would kiss him. “Good,” he murmured just before she captured his lips a second time. He squeezed her hand affectionately before disentangling their fingers so he could caress the back of her neck while he held her close with his other hand. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d connected with a woman as well as he did with her. Everything she said and did enchanted him, and he was falling for her dangerously fast. It was difficult for him to slow down when being with her felt so natural. He loved talking with her, bantering, teasing, sharing stories; and he loved when she let him get a little physical.
Caught up in moment, he leaned more of his weight into her without breaking the kiss until they both fell sideways onto the booth seat. After enjoying her soft lips for a little while longer, he took her bottom lip playfully between his teeth and then pulled back just enough to meet her gaze with a grin. “I knew you were bluffing,” he chuckled, his chest heaving with effort to recover from the lack of oxygen. “You couldn’t wait until tomorrow either.”
Recognizing that he was pushing the line a bit more than he’d meant to, he sat up straight again and ran a hand over his hair to smooth down some of the tousling she had done to it. Part of his shirt had also come untucked from his waistband too, so he pulled the rest of it loose to be more comfortable. “We should probably get some sleep,” he decided, turning back to her with a sheepish smile. “Tomorrow could be a long day.”
Behind the bar, Martin had been cleaning their empty glasses when he noticed that things had grown heated between the prince and his company. He glanced up, jumped, and quickly spun around to look away from them while he wiped the crystal down with a dry rag. It wasn’t the first time Caspian had brought girls back to the Maydestone family’s in-house bar, but he didn’t usually move that quickly with his guests. The bartender wasn’t used to bearing witness to his future king make out with someone like a hormonal high school boy. If he hadn’t been the one to personally pour their drinks that evening, he would have thought the two were drunk.
For Cas’s part, he felt drunk, but not on alcohol. When Iris pulled away from the kiss, he panted to catch his breath and laughed breathily at her belated confirmation that she would kiss him. “Good,” he murmured just before she captured his lips a second time. He squeezed her hand affectionately before disentangling their fingers so he could caress the back of her neck while he held her close with his other hand. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d connected with a woman as well as he did with her. Everything she said and did enchanted him, and he was falling for her dangerously fast. It was difficult for him to slow down when being with her felt so natural. He loved talking with her, bantering, teasing, sharing stories; and he loved when she let him get a little physical.
Caught up in moment, he leaned more of his weight into her without breaking the kiss until they both fell sideways onto the booth seat. After enjoying her soft lips for a little while longer, he took her bottom lip playfully between his teeth and then pulled back just enough to meet her gaze with a grin. “I knew you were bluffing,” he chuckled, his chest heaving with effort to recover from the lack of oxygen. “You couldn’t wait until tomorrow either.”
Recognizing that he was pushing the line a bit more than he’d meant to, he sat up straight again and ran a hand over his hair to smooth down some of the tousling she had done to it. Part of his shirt had also come untucked from his waistband too, so he pulled the rest of it loose to be more comfortable. “We should probably get some sleep,” he decided, turning back to her with a sheepish smile. “Tomorrow could be a long day.”
That would be tough! My husband works to support both of us while I'm still in school, and we're lucky that he can probably do a lot from home if he has to. I'm more concerned about what could happen if either of us catches it, because I have terrible lungs ^^; I've got a history of asthma, bronchitis, and pneumonia.
And that's true! I'm a little envious of the people who get to stay home and not work during quarantine. I have to stay home and do projects that I'm also not paid for T_T
And that's true! I'm a little envious of the people who get to stay home and not work during quarantine. I have to stay home and do projects that I'm also not paid for T_T
Caspian just shrugged when Iris claimed that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. It would definitely be difficult now that they had taken the first small steps from being friends to being more than that, but he had enough self-control to keep his distance if he had to. After all, he’d managed not to chase after her touch throughout the entirety of the past week even though his crush on her had developed early on. He liked to think his track record meant that he would be able to keep it up for a few more days if she kept her word about not kissing him again unless he gave in to her request.
Prepared to follow the comment up with a stubborn reminder that she couldn’t change his mind, the prince parted his lips and then paused when she spoke first. The change in approach caught him off guard, and he stalled by taking a sip from the second drink Martin had brought to their table, glossing over the fact that the amnesiac had ordered another round when he’d told her he was only going to have one that night. She did have a point that the terrorists’ top priority was probably getting out of the capital with their lives. He also supposed that if he left the mansion, they wouldn’t necessarily know he had left the safety of the royal family’s security team. Merely driving out to the woods and back wasn’t the same as traveling around the city. But it’s still more dangerous than staying put, he told himself firmly, trying to cut the threads of doubt that had begun to worm their way into his mind.
His efforts were derailed one more time when Iris took him by the hand. Cas stared at her in surprise, a hot flush coloring his skin as she met his gaze beneath hooded lashes. All of his confidence in keeping away from her suddenly began to waver, and his heart hammered in his chest. She had flirted with him in an innocent way before, and he’d liked her sweet charm, but the way she behaved now elicited a far different response. He felt both desired and desirous, and the temptation to close the distance between them grew prominent in his head. Struggling not to squirm against the gentle circles she traced on his sensitive palm, he bit his lower lip. I’m going to need a cold shower after this, he thought with a slow exhale.
“I…” he started and then trailed off, unsure what to say. It was hard for him to think straight when she had him under her spell. Part of him still wanted to hold fast to his decision not to leave, but another part of him was wondering if it would be worth it to cave. The danger wasn’t really that great, and now that she’d appealed to his attraction to her, he didn’t want to wait for the soldiers to catch the rebels before he could kiss her again. He wanted to kiss her now.
Flustered, he picked up his glass to down the rest of his second drink and wrinkled his nose slightly as the strong liquor stung his throat. “Fine,” the word escaped his mouth before he could stop it. He glanced furtively at Martin and leaned toward Iris, squeezing her hand in his as he went on in a lowered voice, “We can go tomorrow night, but it’ll have to be quick. No more than twenty minutes tops. After that, we have to come back here whether we find your ID or not.”
Holding her gaze, his serious expression was broken as the thought of kissing her flickered through his mind again. He swallowed, and a smile formed on his face alongside the blush in his cheeks. “I agreed to your terms,” he said, shuffling sideways to get up from his seat. Bolstered by liquid courage, he sat down again next to Iris on her side of the booth and turned at the waist to face her. The drinks helped to mask his nervousness, but his heart raced a million miles an hour as he murmured, “That means you’ll kiss me, right?” Then, he chased the question by leaning in to meet her lips.
Prepared to follow the comment up with a stubborn reminder that she couldn’t change his mind, the prince parted his lips and then paused when she spoke first. The change in approach caught him off guard, and he stalled by taking a sip from the second drink Martin had brought to their table, glossing over the fact that the amnesiac had ordered another round when he’d told her he was only going to have one that night. She did have a point that the terrorists’ top priority was probably getting out of the capital with their lives. He also supposed that if he left the mansion, they wouldn’t necessarily know he had left the safety of the royal family’s security team. Merely driving out to the woods and back wasn’t the same as traveling around the city. But it’s still more dangerous than staying put, he told himself firmly, trying to cut the threads of doubt that had begun to worm their way into his mind.
His efforts were derailed one more time when Iris took him by the hand. Cas stared at her in surprise, a hot flush coloring his skin as she met his gaze beneath hooded lashes. All of his confidence in keeping away from her suddenly began to waver, and his heart hammered in his chest. She had flirted with him in an innocent way before, and he’d liked her sweet charm, but the way she behaved now elicited a far different response. He felt both desired and desirous, and the temptation to close the distance between them grew prominent in his head. Struggling not to squirm against the gentle circles she traced on his sensitive palm, he bit his lower lip. I’m going to need a cold shower after this, he thought with a slow exhale.
“I…” he started and then trailed off, unsure what to say. It was hard for him to think straight when she had him under her spell. Part of him still wanted to hold fast to his decision not to leave, but another part of him was wondering if it would be worth it to cave. The danger wasn’t really that great, and now that she’d appealed to his attraction to her, he didn’t want to wait for the soldiers to catch the rebels before he could kiss her again. He wanted to kiss her now.
Flustered, he picked up his glass to down the rest of his second drink and wrinkled his nose slightly as the strong liquor stung his throat. “Fine,” the word escaped his mouth before he could stop it. He glanced furtively at Martin and leaned toward Iris, squeezing her hand in his as he went on in a lowered voice, “We can go tomorrow night, but it’ll have to be quick. No more than twenty minutes tops. After that, we have to come back here whether we find your ID or not.”
Holding her gaze, his serious expression was broken as the thought of kissing her flickered through his mind again. He swallowed, and a smile formed on his face alongside the blush in his cheeks. “I agreed to your terms,” he said, shuffling sideways to get up from his seat. Bolstered by liquid courage, he sat down again next to Iris on her side of the booth and turned at the waist to face her. The drinks helped to mask his nervousness, but his heart raced a million miles an hour as he murmured, “That means you’ll kiss me, right?” Then, he chased the question by leaning in to meet her lips.
That does suck! A lot of people are losing jobs here too.
And for IC reference, Iris would have better luck trying to get Cas to leave by convincing him that it isn't as dangerous as he thinks (i.e: saying they won't be gone very long) or by getting him to be more agreeable by having a couple more drinks or even charming him into doing it cx
And for IC reference, Iris would have better luck trying to get Cas to leave by convincing him that it isn't as dangerous as he thinks (i.e: saying they won't be gone very long) or by getting him to be more agreeable by having a couple more drinks or even charming him into doing it cx
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