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Her Body (Girl X Girl) By alabastersnow Characters: 16561

Updated: 2018-06-04 18:03


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T R E P I D A T I O N

(n.) a feeling of fear or anxiety about something that may happen.

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THEY WEREN'T allowed to leave the palace. They had no contact with anyone except each other, and Paris was getting worried about her plan. It was all she could think about. She wanted it to work so badly, and hoped that the people would believe.

After what Dean had said about his father, she didn't want to give up the throne so easily. Her parents died to protect it. So she was going to fight for it.

Knives and forks clinked against expensive plates as everyone ate. The head of the table was empty, as usual. Dante was always attending meetings in other countries and frankly, it made them all more relaxed. Even the guards were more lenient towards them. It seemed they were only uptight when their boss was around. Dean himself was always gone, only coming back to the palace late at night and giving no explanation to anyone about his recent whereabouts. Tonight was one of those nights.

"What did you girls do today?" Mr. Ivy cleared his throat, looking at his daughter.

"Dad, don't try to normalize the situation, " Bleu rolled her eyes. "We're hostages. It may not feel like it, but in two days' time, we're either dead or back home. Most likely the former."

Paris placed her hand on the beautiful blonde's lap, gently sqeezing it to calm her. Bleu squeezed it back in silent apology.

"And who would not feel at home here?" Natasja said in her signature accent, albeit a bit loudly. Most likely for the benefits of the guards listening to the conversation. "This palace has everything."

Bleu smirked. "I should give you a full tour of our home next time. That is, if these stupid idiots let us go."

"Bleu, " her mother scolded. "Our lifestyle is a privilege. And don't say such things."

Paris smiled, laughing softly under her breath. Her Bleu had been on edge for the past two days, and it seemed the only time her mind was off their situation was if they were asleep.

"Sorry, Mom, " Bleu apologized. "I'm just anxious, I guess."

"We all are, " Kael said while slicing her steak. "Time does that to you."

"Speaking of time, " Daemon Ivy directed his attention to the two exotic lovers sitting across from him. Bleu rolled her eyes again, knowing her dad's tactics of ignoring the situation by trying small talk. "How long have you both been in the Academy for?"

As the conversation continued, Bleu silently ate. Paris is quiet, she noted for the nth time in the past two days. After their mind-blowing sex that night, Paris had been a bit aloof. Bleu worried she had taken things too far at such terrible timing, and constantly scolded herself for it. Paris probably regretted it.

Suddenly, the hand on her thigh shifted. Bleu almost jolted in surprise, seeing as how the hand had moved higher. When it had reached the edge of her drawstring-shorts, it stopped, resting there. Bleu looked at Paris. She was calmly eating like nothing was happening.

God, she's gorgeous. Bleu couldn't help the thought that popped in her mind. Paris' jaw worked as she chewed, and her long eyelashes shadowed her cheeks when she looked down at her plate. Her rich, wavy brown hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, revealing her neck and side features to Bleu's view.

Paris must have felt her looking, because soon green eyes connected with blue ones. Bleu looked away quickly, suddenly finding her broccoli interesting. She didn't know why she was embarrassed to be caught staring after all they've done together, but it was probably because of her major crush on the princess beauty.

"Bleu, do you mind passing the cheese please?" Kael asked.

"No problem." Bleu reached for the board filled with different types of cheese and moved her arm to pass it to Natasja, so that she could pass it to Kael.

As she did so, the hand on her thigh slipped inside her shorts and Bleu almost dropped the platter.

"S-sorry, " Bleu stuttered but otherwise delievered it safely. They continued their conversation, with both Kael and Natasja busy answering both parents' questions about their life in the Academy.

Paris' fingers softly rubbed against the seam of Bleu's underwear, and the feeling of the outline of her finger on silk just about let her go undone.

No one was looking; the guards had left the room after seeing no suspicious movements from them. Bleu's parents and their two female bodyguards were too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention to the two girls at the other end.

Paris was still eating with one hand like nothing was happening. She chewed, she drank, she swallowed, and she rubbed. Bleu grabbed her wrist when her father asked Paris if they were doing ok.

"Yes sir, " Paris smiled. "We're fine. The food is good."

To which Daemon replied with a smile and went back to their conversation.

Paris then continued her minstrations to the now flustered Bleu. Her

sion. Paris' heart doubled in panic. He was attacking her first, publicly. He's telling them all that even though they knew she was alive, she wasn't fit to rule because she was raised in a different country.

"And I know it's hard to say goodbye, but it has to be done somehow." He gestured to the guards and they quickly moved towards Paris and Bleu. "Say goodbye to the throne, princess. I want what's best for my people, and it's just not you."

At this point the crowd was trying to catch a glimpse of the princess. Could it be? They murmured.

The guards were coming closer. Paris didn't even think. She dodged them, kicking her heels into the foot of one and making him howl in pain. She ran towards the stage, to where her uncle was. Before he could react, she had grabbed the microphone from him.

"You little-" His hand reached out to grab her, but Kael blocked him. She did a martial arts move and had both his arms pinned behind his back in a second. Natasja had two handguns pointed towards the guards that tried to advance towards the stage. Best bodyguards ever.

"I am the Crown Princess, " Paris said firmly into the microphone, her hand shaking. She looked to see that the group that Dean had brought in were actually newsreporters and paparazzis, all had their cameras out. They were broadcasting live. "I am Paris Antoinette Grimaldi, daughter to the Crown Prince Nikolai and the Duchess Antoinette."

At the mention of her parents' names, everyone in the room gave gasps of surprise and awe. Murmurs and exclamations were heard. They didn't need a DNA test to see that Paris Grimaldi was the splitting image of her parents. The princess was alive.

"I know you're doubting me, after all, everything my uncle said was true, " Paris continued in a stronger voice than she felt. "But I made a promise to my parents. I promise to work as hard as I can to know all I can about my country. I am young, yes, but I love my motherland and would die for it without a second thought. I will do my best to serve you, for the best interest of my people. This is all I have left of my parents."

"Is this some kind of joke?" the Prime Minister spoke. "You're a child. What do you know about running a country? All your sentimental shit is useless in the real world. Think realistically, logically for pete's sake!"

"Her argument is better than my father's, " Dean's voice boomed from the middle of the crowd. Everyone moved to make space for him as he moved towards the man that made his life a haunting nightmare. "I have proof."

Dante stopped struggling in Kael's stone-like grip. "Dean? What are you doing, boy?" His teeth grinded against themselves. "I swear to god the things I'm going to do you-"

"I'm fucking done being afraid of you, " Dean growled. "It's time the world knew about the monsters running them!"

The screen popped up behind them, showing the one video that changed everything. Bleu's eyes widened.

No, it couldn't be.

She looked at her parents, begging them to tell her that what she was seeing and hearing weren't true. That it was a terrible joke.

She didn't care that her dress was beautiful. She slumped to the floor, her knees giving out. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the video.

"A pleasure working with you, Mrs. Ivy."

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