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Her Body (Girl X Girl) By alabastersnow Characters: 18084

Updated: 2017-12-27 12:01


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Q U A N D A R Y

(n.) a state of perplexity or uncertainty over what to do in a difficult situation.

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"KAEL, I SWEAR if you're doing what I think you're doing I'm going to freaking kill you!"

"Listen, more people will get hurt the more we resist, " Kael said while she led them down the stairs. "I have a plan."

"We surrender, " Natasja concluded as they stood at the door. Right behind the brown oak were the french mob. What person in their right mind would surrender just like that?!

"No, I don't want to, " Paris hissed. "God knows what they'll do to you and Bleu's family! We have to fight back!"

Kael gently and firmly held her upper arms and stared at her in the eyes. "They have Bleu's parents. They have us surrounded. They have weapons. They can shoot us as soon as we step off the porch. This is the safest choice we have."

"They have my what?" Bleu harshly whispered when she had overheard, her heart pounding.

Kael sighed and let go of Paris, her fists curling. She wouldn't look at Bleu. "Your parents went out for a stroll and I respected their wishes of having no one go with them." There was regret and anger in her tone. "Idiotic decision. Later the mob sent me a message." She pinched the bridge of her nose, not saying anymore.

"They told us to surrender or have everyone executed, " Natasja continued. "These are professional assasins. They can make it look like we never even existed and the police wouldn't be able to smell a thing."

"I've failed you, " Kael's fisted hand trembled in the soft light of their lobby. "I couldn't even do something so simple and basic and just do my job."

Paris shook her head. "Stop. They were the ones who didn't want protection tonight. You did what you could."

Natasja agreed and held her lover's hand, stroking the top of her hand with a thumb.

"Let's surrender, then, " Bleu nodded. "As long as they don't hurt my parents." This was serious. Fear gripped her heart at what the future held. Oh God please let my parents be ok.

A silent agreement took place between the four of them and taking a deep breath, Kael opened the door, raising both her hands up and the girls following suit.

"We surrender."

Immediately, hands grabbed their arms and Bleu yelped in pain.

"Hey!" Paris growled. "Don't hurt her. We're already surrendering, you asshole."

"Vous dites encore un mot, et vous allez le regrettez." The burly man sneered behind Paris. Say another word and you'll regret it.

Paris was just about to retort but the look Kael and Natasja were giving her made her keep her mouth clamped. They were surrounded by men with guns and it was a fight they would surely lose especially with Natasja and Kael cuffed.

Without another word, the darkly dressed men dragged them across their lawn and loaded them into black SUVs. Natasja and Bleu got placed inside one and Paris and Kael in the other. In the car, there were already two french men in suits and dark shades, guns in their hands lying calmly on their laps. They sat on either side of the girls, not speaking. And as soon as the girls were seated between them, they were blindfolded.

Bleu fought the panic that was rising in her chest as she tried her best not to strain against her cuffs and hurt her wrists. She couldn't see anything, couldn't move, and she couldn't seem to breathe.

"Where are my parents?" She asked. "You took them, didn't you?"

No one replied and Bleu fidgeted against her bonds. Beside her, Natasja gently nudged her, implying for her not to move and just be quiet. Hopefully they'll find out soon.

It was about twenty minutes of the car driving and turning. Before long, it came to a stop and Bleu heard car doors outside opening and slamming shut.

"What the-"

Something sharp pierced through the skin on her arm and Bleu flinched at the sudden intrusion. The last thing she remembered was the sound of a loud whooshing outside and the gush of hot air against her face. She blacked out.

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Pain throbbing in her head. Her hands numb. Her body limp. She tried to open her mouth but found it difficult because of how dry and parched it was. The only sound Paris could utter was a low moan.

The blindfold was suddenly taken off and Paris groaned at the sudden bright light against her eyes. She scrunched her eyes and weakly raised a hand to block some of the light out. She squinted painfully, everything blurring.

And then came into focus.

The sunlight was directed towards her, and she found herself reclining on a king-sized bed, with soft velvet sheets of pristine white. With another groan, she pushed herself up with her elbows, turning her head to see who took off her blindfold. Whoever did it wasn't in the room anymore.

"Where the fuck am I?" Paris sat up slowly, noting that the throbbing pain in her head increased as she did so. She rubbed her eyes and head to try to get some of the pain off before looking at her surroundings. She was in a large room. An unlit fireplace was across the large bed she was on and the room was decorated with persian rugs and antique decors. The white color of the walls and two pillars contrasted perfectly with the brown of the antiques. The room itself was huge, with plush white sofas and even a bar installed in it. The bed was within a few steps to the balcony.

The smell, the decors, the paintings: Paris knew this

t the traditional dress for a princess. This was modern, exquisite, and made Paris look sexy as hell and untouchable.

Bleu swallowed hard, standing up to walk over to the tall brunette. She had forgotten she was only in lingerie, her focus was entirely on Paris.

She watched Paris' eyes darken at the sight of her in such sheer underwear, and she felt that arousal again. She moved to stand behind her, accidentally trailing her hand along Paris' waist. She couldn't help but stand a little closer than necessary, her warm breath dancing across the brunette's bare back. She trailed a finger down the curve of the princess' spine as she bit her lip. Paris had such a sexy back. She heard a sharp intake of breath at her action and she couldn't help but place an open-mouthed kiss to the base of her neck.

"Bleu, stop playing and just zip me up already, " Paris' voice was lower than usual. "We don't have much time."

"Of course, milady." Bleu brought the small zipper up slowly, allowing her knuckles to carress the smooth skin it ran along.

When it was done, Paris stepped away and Bleu felt a slight disappointment at the loss of her presence.

However, her libido kicked in when she watched Paris bend down slightly to pick up her dress. God, everything she does is sexy.

"Here, " she walked back to Bleu. "Let me help."

Bleu didn't miss the way those green eyes raked down her half-naked body, lust evident in them. The blonde beauty chuckled as she took the dress from her and stepped into them, bringing them up to her chest. She could see that the V at the front of the dress went all the way down to her midsection, creating a deep valley for the sides of her breasts.

Paris zipped her up, doing the exact same thing Bleu did to her, making her tilt her head and close her eyes. Soft skin against soft skin.

This is the kind of sweet revenge I don't mind. She wanted so badly to say the words to her, but was afraid of how they made her feel. We don't have to be naked to feel such intimacy and - dare I say - love. She makes me feel safe. She makes me forget the world for a moment, and that's hard to do when all that's in your head is the world around you. When she's in my head, there's no space for another thought. The girl in front of her smiled, and her heart skipped a beat. I think it's starting to apply to my heart too.

Before she could speak, soft knocks sounded at the door, and they righted themselves as a woman timidly poked her head in. "Princess? We're here to do your hair and makeup."

Bleu sighed. She'd find the time to tell her soon.

An hour later, both women stood in front of the large, full-length mirror, the ladies who entered before having gone already to attend to their other duties. Both Bleu and Paris had their hair done up in sophisticated buns, each styled differently. Their makeups were done to perfectly accentuate the features on their faces, making their colored orbs pop. Necklaces and earrings adorned their ears and neck. They looked like the perfect power-couple.

"Holy shit, we look good, " Bleu breathed.

Paris chuckled. "We've always looked good together."

Bleu couldn't help but blush a little at that. "Are you really going to step down from the throne?" She asked her after a moment.

"We'll see, " Paris sighed. "If it means keeping everyone safe, then yes."

"Paris?" Bleu softly said as she held her hand.

"Yes?"

"I-"

Knocks sounded at the door.

"Princess, the ball is about to begin."

"So I've heard, " Paris muttered. "Let's get this over with. By this time tomorrow, we'll be free."

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