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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 11, 2007 10:09:56 GMT -5
"I have a message for you..."
He had the door open as he got ready to leave when Sofia appeared. "A message? What is it?" he asked simply.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 4, 2007 15:56:39 GMT -5
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 15:43:01 GMT -5
He smirked inwardly as Ben led Samantha away, feeling slightly sorry for her. He watched her ass from a distance, again fantasizing about chocolate sauce. Then he turned and headed back inside.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 14:20:27 GMT -5
"I hate to run out on you so soon after breakfast. Which, by the way, was quite delicious. I just found the company a little off putting."
He was slightly hurt, but pushed it aside. "Sorry, Lady Harkness. It's sad that we had to meet under such circumstances."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 14:02:19 GMT -5
Preston glared at her, and his eyes flickered briefly to the floor, where the keys lay amid the scattered CDs. She hadn't figured out he'd hid them in his CD stack, and he was going to stay silent. He simply looked at her with no expression.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 13:54:01 GMT -5
"Taking care of me? Is that what you call it? Well I beg your pardon, but I have a slight objection to your methods, Mr. Saint. Now where are the door keys?"
He sighed, closed his eyes, and counted to five before continuing, "It's Dr Saint, thank you." He took a step forward. "And you won't find them if I don't tell you."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 13:42:50 GMT -5
"I don't think so, Mr Saint."
He lowered his eyes to the knife. "If you knew what some of the other people here were like, you'd be feeling very lucky I'm the one taking care of you for now." he said calmly and truthfully, his face red as he breathed heavily. "Drop the knife, and things will work out absolutely fine for you. I'm on your side."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 13:31:58 GMT -5
"You're the one with the thick skull!"
He began to get to shakily his feet, cradling his head. "Get back here now."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 12:28:51 GMT -5
Directly after the head butt, he grabbed his forehead and yelled out in pain. "Oh my God!" He fell backwards off her, in agony. "What's your skull made of??"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 12:13:04 GMT -5
Furious, Preston began to scramble after her. Growling, he began to crawl after her, eventually catching up. He reached forward and seized her by the ankles, and pulled her back towards him. He sat up for a moment, sliding her beneath him until he was just above her waist, and then flipped her around to face him. He held her firmly in place by her shoulders. "Not...good...manners..." he snarled.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 12:02:15 GMT -5
"Let go!"
"If I let go, you'll be killed!" he tried to stress to her.
Her wild kicks struck him directly in his bare chest, causing him to almost lose his grip. However, he managed to hold on, and placed one foot on the kitchen top. He then kicked out, propelling them both back from the window onto the floor. The combination of Samantha on top of him and his back striking the hard floor momentarily winded him.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 11:53:19 GMT -5
He heard a distinct scrambling noise, and before he had even opened his drawer for another shirt, he realized what was happening. He immediately shot out of his bedroom, skidding towards her. "No! Harkness!" he yelled, and was momentarily distracted by her hitched up skirt, for what lay underneath was noteworthy...but now he had to-
Skirt...
....but no, now he had to get her back. He reached forward, and tried his best to be gentle as well as firm, to secure her without harming her. His arms wrapped powerfully around her waist as he attempted to lift her from the window.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 11:38:29 GMT -5
The slap was probably the closest Preston would get to being spanked by the lady, so he counted himself lucky. She'd ruined two of his shirts now. Sighing, he started to gather up the dishes. He realized he was putting off telling Ben, mainly because he knew he should've already told Ben by now. He was really just dodging.
That, and he needed to find a time where he could go to Ben without Samantha perhaps destroying everything in his house and/or escaping.
Growing annoyed as he nursed the side of his face, he pulled off his shirt in a huff as he made his way to his bedroom for a new one.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 11:28:05 GMT -5
Shocked by her flawless French accent as she made it clear she understood him, he accidentally squeezed the chocolate sauce, sending a Freudian spurt into the air to land on his shirt. He stared directly at her for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. Then, slowly and cautiously, he replied, "I guess it would be inappropriate for me to ask you to lick that sauce off me."
He prepared himself for the coming slap.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 11:18:37 GMT -5
"Wow, your French is fantastic! Do you mind if I ask where you learnt to speak so eloquently?"
"Thank you." he smiled, a little suspicious that she was so compliant all of a sudden. But he brushed it off. Perhaps she wasn't very bright. After all, not too long ago she'd imagined a soup ladle to be an effective weapon. "When I was very young, my mother made me listen to learning tapes. I also spent two years in France, and before I made my trip I had a personal tutor."
He picked up the chocolate sauce, and leaned over the table. "So, chocolate sauce? oui ou non, ange?"
translation: yes or no, angel?
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 10:56:25 GMT -5
"And how exactly will you find out if I choose not to tell you who he is? I mean, you're so sure he won't find this place, how could you possibly get such information? You'll find i'm quite the stubborn type when pushed Mr. Saint."
"We have our ways. I'll know soon enough, but it would be a lot easier if you just told me. They did the same thing to me when I got here. It's very...strange, to see your entire life in a fifty-page long red file." he said tonelessly.
He tried to keep his eyes off her cleavage, which was relatively modest but still attracted his attention. God almighty, she was...well, she was amazingly hot. He felt the sudden urge to tell her something he'd been bursting to tell her. To avoid being slapped, he simply said it in French. "Une personne plus belle ne pourrait pas être tombée du ciel. Comme un ange avec le fendage. Dieu, j'aimerais vous couvrir en sauce à chocolat et le lécher au loin. Si délicieux."
He said it all in a flawless accent and with an easy smile that masked his smug satisfaction that she didn't know what he was saying. "That's French for...would you like some chocolate sauce on your pancakes?"
translation: A more beautiful person couldn't have fallen from the sky. Like an angel with cleavage. God, I'd love to cover you in chocolate sauce and lick it off. So delicious.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 7:38:41 GMT -5
"Back home? If home were England, then no. The only thing waiting for me back there is a life of aristocracy that never really fitted. There is no family there."
"Oh. I see." he said, regretting the question.
"As I've already mentioned though, I was meant to be meeting someone when I landed. When he realizes that my plane crashed, he'll come looking for me. It won't take them long to figure out where the plane came down. There will be search parties here within hours. Better to just let me go and pretend this didn't happen. What do you say?"
He looked over at her curiously, and then gave a satisfied smile. "I severely doubt it. This island is a little outside anyone's control. I'm sorry, Ms Harkness. There will be no search parties. And that person you're meeting won't see you for...a very long time." he explained gently with an edge of condescension. "Who is it, by the way? Really, I advise you to answer truthfully just about any question. I'll find out sooner or later, so there's no point in lying."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 28, 2007 8:02:28 GMT -5
"I suppose you must get quite lonely at times too, living way out here on your own?"
He looked over at her. His eyes looked her up and down for a moment. "It can be. Sometimes." He went back to his pancakes. "I suppose you have people waiting for you back home. A family, a boyfriend."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 28, 2007 6:16:20 GMT -5
"That's quite the formidable music collection you have there, Mr. Saint."
"Huh?" he asked, looking up. He had still been trying to calm himself, shake bad memories.
"Oh, thank you. I've had to accumulate a lot of CDs over my years here. Ordering them in, keep myself occupied. I've had to buy lots of...DVDs and books and video games to relieve boredom." he explained.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 27, 2007 17:29:23 GMT -5
He sat back down, closing his eyes and calming himself. "Now," he began. "We're just going to eat. Like good, normal people do and don't insult one another."
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