:Scattering like Pollen:

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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After searching for almost the entire day, Clyde was pissed. Pissed for the amount of time he’d wasted looking for his Lady. ’Go wait for you Lady in her room’ he sarcastically thought to himself, the words dripping with bitter resentment now. He’d sat there for an hour, trying to do well his first day on the job. After that, he just needed to stretch his legs. When he’d checked back in the room thirty minutes later the room was still empty.

”What the hell? Hurry up already, dammit!” he’d muttered with some distaste, taking off his black suit jacket to roll up his sleeves. What could take so long? Clyde threw the jacked onto a table and left the room again, slamming the door shut to vent the building frustration. ’What’s her name again, anyways? Damn… Hopefully she just introduces herself. Heh… Oh well. If she gets mad, she can deal with it.’ Striding down the hallway, he decided to look around for someone who looked lost or out of place, maybe she’d just taken a wrong turn somewhere.

After two hours of walking like that, he found himself in the garden bathing in the setting sun with a scowl stamped across his lips and obscenities plaguing his mind. His entire day wasted, if he’d known she wouldn’t have shown up he would have just stayed in the room and relaxed. His midnight green eyes glared at the horizon as he stomped down the walkway.

”Dammit, dammit, dammit!” he sighed, plopping down on a bench. He slumped over, resting his arms in his lap and fought the urge to scream in frustration. ”She’d better have a damn good excuse for this!” He gave his threat to no one in particular, hoping the words would set his resolve to get back at his Lady if she didn’t. Seething amongst the passive scenery, he tried to collect himself for the walk back to his room. And if he found his Lady there, he was probably going to explode.

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Tags~ Ji-ae
Notes~It's still kind of short, my muse is still kind of drained. But it's coming along. Oh, and the thread's name is kind of lame. D: Sorry. D:
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

A long drawn out yawn escaped the mouth of a well figured asian woman, lounging comfortably in a king sized bed while tangling herself in a mixture of bed sheets and pillows. Ji-ae couldn't recall when the last time she'd ever felt so relaxed and didn't waste time in questioning so as a few pale digits wandered across a remote for the TV lying in the distance, pressing a random button to bring the contraption back to life. Perhaps she wouldn't have felt so pleasured of resting in a room alone with a decent sized television if it never belonged to her in the first place. That's right, the room wasn't hers. It wasn't like she would suffer any harsh matters of punishment - this room was going to be hers in due time, knowing that a butler had nothing to do but abide to his Lady's wishes. No matter how absurd they were. "ESPN, MTV, Cartoon Network . . .", a soft spoken feminine tone muttered in a bored voice, flipping through thousands of channels without finding at least one that caught her attention. That until a flash of animals rushed through the TV screen. "Ah, Animal Planet~!" The asian maiden chirped in a tone of amusement yet trailed off in the same soft spoken whisper, a mature yet placid way of speech.

How did she manage to sneak into a room not even belonging to her? All to blame upon her swift skills of ninja like movements; containing the skills to sneak inside safely locked doors and tightly knit windows, able to slip in and out without as so much as alerting anyone of her sudden presence. When the bright morning came, so did news of a new butler - coming upon swift wings to the Lady's ear and informed her of his name. Clyde Hayden. Other than his name there wasn't anymore information shared about him - often recieving advice to wait for him in the garden. Yet she felt lazy this afternoon and decided against it, seeing it was better to find more about her future butler by sneaking into his room and going through his belongings. A few hours had passed and already grew bored of searching, finding his bed and taking it upon herself to lay inside his comfortable bed sheets and partaking in his food. A few snacks of junk food and perhaps a few swigs of some sort of flavored juice, nothing entirely big but he'd surely notice.

Golden hues flickered from the television screen towards the front door, hearing a sudden rush of crowds passing through while speaking loudly amongst each other. The classes must've ended a few moments ago and everyone was sent home for the day, not that she entirely cared of sudden company but realized it wasn't going to be long before this Clyde decided to head back home. Another sigh a simple flick of her long raven bangs out of her face and she rolled towards the other side of his bed, never minding the amount of flesh being revealed from her thighs due to her choice of dress. Hard to see but obviously oriental, decorated in the finest of silks and satins that only she partaked in. Other girls fancied small victorian dressed while others wore the casual school uniform but she was the only one, the only one appeared different.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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”Hell. It’s late already, screw it. If she isn’t around here by now, she isn’t coming.” The butler cooed his grievances to the flowers, jumping to his feet with a huff. It’s not that he didn’t mind the exercise or spending the day doing absolutely nothing, he was simply curious to see what his Lady was like. Of course, that was a double-edged sword because after he met her, it meant following her every whim. Pushing his hands into the pockets of his thin cotton suit pants, he started his way back to his room. The bustling coming from the school meant that classes were over and Clyde preferred to avoid it for now. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with others.

”Just go meet her, Clyde,” he muttered with a mocking tone, ”And do your best to help her with anything she may need, Clyde. Yeah right…” His complaining moved into a sigh, at least he wouldn’t have to do any work for the night. He could just go and have a quiet dinner. Maybe watch a little bit of television, go to bed in peace. It didn’t sound that bad to him. ”Here’s to you, Lady. Since you ain’t here, I get to relax.” The oppressing frustration he felt slowly faded as the silver lining gave him comfort. A smile played across his lips, the chain connected from his bottom lip to his right ear swayed with the light breeze.

Coming up the stairs to his dorm room, he reflected the stares of the few butlers out doing errands with a cocky smile. ’Ha! Go ahead and gawk, idiots’ he seemed to say to each one that passed. He was used to them by now but it seemed they couldn’t get used to him. When he had first showed up at the door step of the school calling himself a butler, many of them had laughed. A few didn’t think he was going to last a week. But here he was, a month later and finally assigned to a Lady. Who was nowhere to be seen.

He slowly marched to his door, pulling the keys out of his pockets. ”Huh? I thought I locked this.” Clyde pushed the door open and scrutinized the living room quietly. Nothing seemed out of place but he could faintly hear the television in the background, the trumpeting of an Elephant blaring from the speakers. With a slam, he shut the door and stepped inside.
”Hello? Who’s here?” he called out with distrust, moving toward the kitchen to grab something to defend himself with. It was strange, the school was too upscale just to break into. ”Oi! I said who’s here!?” He called, grabbing a rolling pin that had been sitting on the counter and moving toward his room. He took a deep breath and opened the door quickly, his improvised and somewhat cartoonish weapon brandished over his head. He stopped himself, staring at a very attractive girl twisted in his bed sheets. ’Well, it’s not my birthday. So what the fuck is this?’

”Excuse me, but who the hell are you?” he shot at the intruder, lower the rolling pin but keeping it in his hand just in case, ”And exactly what are you doing in my bed?”

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Word Count~547
Tags~ Ji-ae
Notes~ Walking into your room and finding a girl tangled up in your bed is a very disarming situation. XD
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Like all things enjoyable in life, they must come to an end. Within a few moments of the lying damsel enjoying herself within the comfort of someone else's bed, the front door opened and brought inside an old presence. Even though the sound of his voice appeared angered and annoyed, she didn't make any movements - knowing he would only be scared worse if he sensed anything strange. From the moment he appeared inside of his bedroom with that ridiculous looking rolling pin, her golden hues found him. Tall, handsome, strong and completely able of being her butler but did he have what she truly craved for in the opposite sex? Lean muscles slithered their way across the sheets as her hourglass figure changed positions, both hands pushed against the mattress and positioning themselves in front of his standing figure. In a fluid motion she stretched her limber muscles in a sensual movement, revealing her corset bound waist and small trailing skirt barely revealing the edge of her panty lines. Almost as if she were teasing the skirt laid over the edge of her thighs, presenting herself and choice of wear almost like a geisha of distant Japan. Beautiful, poised, mysterious and silent.

"My name is Ji-ae Izumi Chou, I am your Lady." The maiden spoke in a vibrant yet sensual voice, soft spoken to begin with and clear as a bell rung on Sunday. In a cat like motion she pushed away from the bed and sat upon its edge, crossing one leg over the other while supplying him a sly like grin. "Do you like what you see, butler?" One foot cheerfully bounced against the other while studying his appearance, noting that just like his apartment - he was quite messy and rough. "Because you shall be serving this until you graduate or I grow bored of you." Ji-ae pushed away from the bed and stood at perfect balance, taking in slow steps towards his standing figure before cupping a gentle palm against the collar of his finely tailored suit. A warm moist tongue wandered across her dry mouth as soft padded digits smoothed over his suit wrinkles, stretching the contents of his tie before meeting his emerald hues.

Before he had any reason to react, the rolling pin suddenly dissapeared from his grasp and appeared within one of her firm placed palms. Tossing it about in a playful manner while taking a few steps away from him, eyeing him curiously before flickering a gaze to the rolling pin in her hand. "You know, this thing wouldn't have helped you much if I were a burgler with a gun. . .", Ji-ae was a very skilled martial artist when she grew up, despite her appearance of a beautiful and graceful woman. Golden ornaments hung in her hair while many decorations dawned upon her dark locks, hanging freely and revealing its alarming hue underneath the bright light of the house light. The hourglass figure of the Lady soon dissapeared from the bedroom to his kitchen, returning his utensil back to its rightful place.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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In his courses of becoming a Butler, they’d covered a broad range of topics; how to iron perfectly, the chop and dice like a machine instructional videos, laundry 101, and the like. Not once in all of his studying did they mention “What to do if you find that your lady has broken into you room, is lying in your bed seductively, and you’ve almost bludgeoned her with a cooking utensil.” The entire situation was so absurdly funny that Clyde couldn’t help but chuckle with a muffled sense of surprise. The soft voice filling the room told him what he’d already guessed at, he’d found his Lady. Beyond his obvious amazement that she was so freely stretching and laying like she was, he was very interested in how she had gotten into his room in the first place. Maybe he had a stupid look on his face as she asked him what he took as a very stupid question.

”I’m sorry, until you grow bored of me?” he feigned ignorance, ignoring the question she had just asked. He gave a shake of his head, glancing off to the side of his room and away from her. He’d finally been assigned to a lady and already he was ask risk of ruining everything. ’Self-control. Self-control.’ The two words repeated in his head like a mantra. Just by the tone of her voice, he could tell she was toying with him. Pulling at his strings like a puppeteer, trying to make him jump when she said to. Calculated movements, revealing skin that would make any healthy boy jump with anticipation of what came next. And he was no exception, minus the dying resistance.

Gracefully, his lady stood and prowled over to him. He swallowed his pride as a man and bit hard on his tongue as she ran her hand across the wrinkles of his fine white shirt and pulled playfully on his silk black tie. ’Damn, damn, damn.’ It was a losing battle, he knew it. Just as thoughts of retreat forced their way into his mind, he found his right hand suddenly empty. It was swift and unexpected. In more than one way, he was completely unarmed. Her teasing tone mocked his choice of weapons. Glancing to the ceiling, he barely stifled his laughter.

”Oh really? I had no idea. And you know, breaking into people’s rooms uninvited isn’t exactly safe either, lady.” he answered back in a sing-song voice as she walked away, ”What if I had decided to try and get the jump on you? You’re lucky.” Turning on his heels, he called out into the kitchen, ”And you can take that however you want, lady.” He backed away and sat on his bed, staring down the hall with his eyes burning with amusement. She’d broken in without causing a fuss, taken the rolling pin so quickly that he didn’t even have time to react, and the seducing, he hadn’t quiet forgotten that yet. She wasn’t acting very lady like, now was she? Just how long had she been here? Slowly the amusement faded into frustration. She’d been in his room the entire time after he’d left? All the searching, all the running around, all the weird looks from other butlers, and she had been here the entire time?

”Wait a minute!” he called out with obvious annoyance, ”How long have you been here? I’ve been looking all over! You just decided to let yourself in, get all cozy in my bed, watch my television, and then lecture me?!” Marching down the hallway, he looked his lady in the eye and expected some form of apology. If her charms didn’t break his resolve again, that was.

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Tags~ Ji-ae
Notes~ ._.
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

"Yes, unless I grow bored of you." Now before she mentioned the word "until" but decided to rephrase it without notice; it didn't seem fair to dishearten her new butler already and who knows, maybe he had what it takes to amuse the most unsatisfiable of Lady's. In the last two years she had attended this academy, over twenty butlers were assigned to her - very strapping and capable boys but they all ended the same way. They were enamoured with her charm and physical appearance, pining for her attention in more ways than one. All of them fell madly in love or entirely annoyed with her within a week. She didn't quite answer their whispers of love and attended to them like all the others, secretly telling of their infatuation to the dean and having them removed from the school. But after so many had fallen in to the same fate, the dean eventually classified them as 'graduates' instead; realizing that no one in their right mind would ever refuse the beauty of Ji-ae Chou. Love, to Ji-ae, was nothing more but a game of wits with an alarming sense of infatuation; everyone wants something from you and they will not stop until they have it whether it be your virginity, money or the amount of power your lineage brings. Sadly she had never felt love before but often wondered what it felt like, to feel your cheeks redden with embarrasment and fleeting strength of words as you bumble your way into a conversation. It was cute but hardly reconized in reality, only witnessing such behaviour in black and white films she watches when ridden of boredom. Maybe one day, she will find her own lover and experience what it means - to have what the heart truly desires.

By now, darling Clyde must've realized she'd been in his room the whole entire evening without noticing him or anyone else; partaking in his food, bed and up to date television. Ji-ae stifled a small giggle, covering her mouth with a delicate palm before meeting his glare head on with daring golden eyes. "You're quite slow, aren't you?" She gazed to his refridgerator and pulled it open, fishing around his edibles until finding what she wanted; a small glass jar of peach jam. Despite his slow reaction she continued to move towards his figure, managing to escape the doorway with an idle brush of her hips into his sides and dissapearing down the hall into his bedroom again. With an instant drop she fell into his sheets and nuzzled against a fortress of pillows, lounging comfortably before snapping the jar open with a familiar popping noise. An index finger then pushed itself into the concotion and pulled a peach jam covered digit, with a pleasured expression she reached forward and began to lap the sweet sustance with her tongue. Slowly inching forward and back until all of it was gone, repeating the same gesture until he followed her all the way back.

"Are you expecting me to apologize?" A dark brow rose to attention as he remained silent, expressing all emotions through his glare and taught pouty lips. Ji-ae's calm appearance never faltered, her eyes flickered towards the television screen again. "Because I won't, a butler should always know where to find his Lady no matter what. You may consider this practice but from this day forward, I will not tolerate clumsiness." Two slender digits passed through her lips as she flirtaciously, although unknown to her, devoured the jam - one leg smoothing over the other whilst she turned over. Suddenly a charming smile graced the lips of the oriental princess, glazing over his figure with an inquisitive look before eating another finger full of delicious jam. Not even bothering herself as her braids spilled in front of her face, licking the smooth flesh of her cheek."Enough of that now - I am quite bored and demand to be amused. . . ", perhaps he wasn't going to be so boring after all. Maybe he will be the one. "...that is, unless you have something else in mind?"A bed, some delicious sweets, and two attractive teenagers - my oh my, whatever would he come up with?

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And every silver lining has it's cloud

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His glare was met with her soft resistance, an impasse was drawn in the dirt and he wouldn’t give into it. Clyde’s frustration became his focus, only because the opposite was so much worse, and he stood his ground against the beautiful onslaught. He was used to this mocking tone already, had learned to channel it into something other than blind fury or depreciation. But the sultry way she moved, the sway of her hips as she walked down the hall, the blatantly seductive way she ate the expensive peach jam he’d just bought the day before, it was a battle he never had to fight before. He was going to grind a hole in his tongue before the day was done, just so he could keep himself in check.

”So you’ll expect the impossible? Other butlers know where their lady is at all times because their lady bothers to show up and at least tell them.” Clyde announced down the hall, ”So don’t go blaming me because you decided to hide out somewhere.” Leaning against the wall, he held his breath and tried to think the situation out. Had he been friends with the other butlers, he might have heard the rumors. He might have known the fates of the twenty-some other butlers that his lady had gone through before. But he hadn’t ever made it a point to be social with the others, so he’d never heard of how many butlers had “graduated” before him. He’d never heard of the personality of his lady. The light brush against his hip had cracked his mental wall, slowly darker thoughts leaked like dam water. He had to put some distance between them, he couldn't walk down the hallway and face her again.

”Amuse you?” he answered, pushing away from the wall and moving toward the refrigerator, ”You seemed to be amusing yourself pretty well before I showed up. Let’s say that I haven’t yet, let’s just play pretend. You can stay in my room and complain about how awful your butler is for making you wait all this time and I can make dinner for myself. That sounds perfect to me.” Of course he was going to start cooking for two; he had no choice at this point. Pulling out chicken and vegetables from the refrigerator, he thought about how filling his mind with simple tasks might clear the impure thoughts he was having. The butler was trying his best to tell himself that he wasn’t interested in the way she was lapping up the jam in his room, rather he tried to tell himself that she was dipping her slender finger in over and over and claimed the jam as her own. He’d have to start hiding his treats.

”Let’s just pretend he doesn’t even come home today. It happens sometimes, so it’s not that much of a stretch.” he called into the hallway, pulling pans out with loud clanks and bangs. He got around to his prep work, deftly dicing and chopping. He was lucky they’d hammered how to cook into his head otherwise, with his thoughts concentrated on the beauty in his room, he might have lost a finger. The quiet sizzle of butter in a pan filled the silent kitchen. With a sigh Clyde continued his cooking and fought his weaker self, the part of him that wanted to charge into the bedroom. He needed this job, whether he liked it or not, and couldn’t afford a mistake like that.

Still, his mind was full of dark rooms and tangled bed sheets. Lustful pervasions had flooded him; he kept his distance physically and asked her to ignore him just to be safe. If she kept it up, he didn’t know when his resolve would shatter but he was sure that there was a breaking point. He mused as he quietly sweated the vegetables, why had he been assigned to someone like her? It almost seemed like a trap, someone expected him to break and be kicked out. A combative smirk ran across his lips. If that was the case, he’d just have to fight back wouldn’t he?

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Notes~ ._.
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

The oriental maiden couldn't resist giggling from the sheer hilarity of it all, knowing her charms started to affect his well being and mature set of mind; how long could he last without bursting under pressure? Even as a small girl she always gained a feeling of self satisfaction from teasing any unsuspecting victim for what they're worth, picking at their insecurities until driven mad. Perhaps that explained why her family soon became sick of her after reaching the vibrant age of thirteen - in fact they didn't seem all too phased of her sudden dissapearance. Like any young daughter she loved her family but couldn't bring herself to like them, due to their nature of behaving as bottom dwellers and thought only the sons had any capability of being successful in life. Ji-ae wanted to prove them and everyone else wrong; running away from home, cutting a minor job as a waitress and eventually crossing paths with the academy. Now how did a poor asian damsel who found a way to travel to another country manage to find the money to pay for food and entry to such a prestine academy?

Little did the Chou family realize though, her grandmother was a very rich woman who ceased any connections with everyone else. They eventually met during a locale fair while shopping for oriental gowns, quickly growing close and inviting the young Ji-ae back to her home. For the next several years she lived under her care until Ji-ae grew bored living with rules, finally deciding to attend to academy while most of the funds were helped by her grandmother. "Then let us pretend that I am alone in this home and free to do whatever I wish like I did with my original home; walking around with just a nightgown or possibly nothing at all - sometimes I enjoy feeling the fresh air . . ." A soft voice crept closer from the hallways until she emerged into the kitchen, tilting her head with a sly like grin and approaching Clyde from behind. She couldn't help but sniff the open air with curiousity, wondering just what it was he planned to make. The TV and sweet flavored jam soon became boring and decided to tease her new butler a little further, playing with his restrictions to see how far he could go. "And that all of this food being magically made is all for me and only me to enjoy." Two could play this game.

"I wonder what would happen then when he came home tommorow, noticing that I am using his shower and perhaps dressed in his clothes? I'm quite fond of overlarged shirts." Smooth palms wandered through the strength of his back and flittered downward, trailing gentle nails across his flesh before creeping a slender chin over his shoulder. All the vegetabled juggled underneath his skillful hands, a plethora of smells rising to her senses while a pan of butter began to sizzle wonderfully from under. Ji-ae ruffled both brows and continued to watch despite their closeness; the mounds of her chest pressing into the middle of his back while her breath licked the edge of his ears. "You know, if you plan to resist my orders, I can easily become more . . . convincing." Small even teeth grinded the edge of his ear and instinctively pulled, tasting the flesh of his ear before releasing him. How many ways could he have intepreted this situation? Any regular boy would consider a lustful game of sorts but she was going to entirely convince him wrong, having to resort to physical combat or perhaps torturous ways to change his mind. Such a wild boy he was - how long would it take to tame this buck of a young horse?

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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With a flick of his wrist, Clyde tossed the vegetables into the air and caught them carefully in the pan. With quick movements, he put a pot under the tap and began to fill it. When he was cook, the butler was a torrent of movement until everything was settled and cooking away. With the pot full, he put it onto the stove with a package of noodles poured in. With his eye on the pan and pot, he prepared the chicken for cooking. For his room, he heard what sounded like a threat. He wasn’t exactly sure, the entire thing sound absurd. But if she did do that and someone walked in, he’d be in trouble for sure. He just couldn’t let that happen but the butler couldn’t think of a way to stop her at the same time. All of that training and it had left him utterly unprepared for what was to come.

”Oh? What food? I wouldn’t touch that, a ghost haunts this apartment. He cooks for himself sometimes, it’s the strangest thing. I tried tasting some of his cooking once and horrible things happened. I’d be careful.” he teased as she approached, sprouting nonsense just to keep himself amused and focused on something other than her threats, ”He doesn’t like it when you take his food. And that butler that stays here? I suppose if he showed up in the morning and there was a fairly attractive girl sleeping in his bed wearing his clothes? I wouldn’t know what he’d do.” At least that part was honest; he wasn’t used to this kind of torture.

He felt her hands slowly creeping down his back, nails sliding across his shirt. Tensing slightly, he stirred the vegetables with a spoon and tried to keep his attention away from her. He’d fight her tooth and nail before reacting to the succubus like nature being forced upon him. The crisp vegetables looked like they only have a few more moments to cook, then all he would need to do is cook the chicken and create the sauce for the meal and he’d be done. Perhaps he could safely put a table between the himself and her and explain how things should be, he couldn’t take this constant abuse.

He moved the vegetables off the burner and emptied the pan, returning it to the heat with a mixture of various oils and sauces along with the chicken. Chow Mien wasn’t very hard to make but he needed to be careful all the same. He’d burnt his hand many times before from the jumping oil and butter and didn’t want to look like a fool in front of his lady, especially since he assumed that was what she was waiting for.

With her watchful gaze peering from her nest on his shoulder, Clyde couldn’t help but wonder if she was even the least bit impressed. He was a fairly good cook after all but the general air of disinterest flowing from her gave him shivers. Something told him she was more amused by his awkwardness then any flair he had while cooking. The tongue of her breath lapped at his ears, provoking him more than any touch she had. The softness on his back was distracting and wonderful all at the same time, he hated the lack of self-control he had over his own feelings. Swallowing hard he pushed he cooked noodles off of the burner, turning off the propane and letting the flame die. He wished he could do the same, just push away from the grasp of his lady and let this flame die.

The slow movement of her neck craning worried him, he tried to show no reaction but having such a beautiful face right next to his was a serious test of his will. Another threat, one he took much more seriously than the last ones. He needed to be careful. ’Bad, bad, bad, bad… This is bad….’ he thought quickly, trying in vain to pull away from her face. But her teeth followed his ear and locked on, slowly grinding and tugging sensually on one of his most sensitive spots. The sudden sensation made him flinch, bringing his hand down on the burned that had just been lit. The nervousness and awkwardness quickly died away with the throbbing of his burnt palm.

”Fu--!” the boy muttered in pain, stopping himself midway through the word and pulling away from his lady’s grasp to run his hand under cool tap water, ”Can you just go wait over there until this is done?!” Angrily, he shot his Ji-ae a glare before returning to his cooking duties. The dull pulsing in his palm was annoying; it’d be a completely avoidable accident, one that hadn’t happened in a very long time. He cursed his luck as the chicken cooked, it’d been hazardous day so far.

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Notes~ ._. Wall of text, ahoy!
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Gentle fingers slithered their way across the bridge of his clothed back, slowly travelling across to tangle themselves in his dyed azure locks before edging closer to his figure. Her mouth began to play with his ear by spreading soft nips across the shell, suckling the flesh gently before leaning her head back to release a soft giggle against the trembling warmth against his throat. "A ghost? My my, what a dangerous place for a Lady like me to be trapped in." Obviously he was kidding and preparing dinner for two but there wasn't harm in playing with each other, especially when it was she who began to win their little game. Something about this butler's sheer strength to resist her charm and the bounds of restriction entertained her to no end, he wasn't like the rest who were assigned to her before. Wild, untamed, rough and free - something she'd never seen in a person before other than herself, only seen in wild animals on television shows revealing their primal like nature in the distant lands of the world. She should've stopped from that moment and allowed the poor boy to finish dinner, cease tasting such a delicious ear but she couldn't resist anymore . . . he was just so damned fun.

"Is that a compliment?" Peircing shades of gold found his eyes with a dead matched glance while creeping over his taller figure, wrapping both arms about his waist to balance themselves. Did he just say fairly attractive? So it was true, there was physical attraction commonly shared between them and at the same time realizing how forbidden this was. A lady touching a butler so? How absurd! Yet it only furthered their excitement and perhaps the thrill of continuing this little game - would he ever fight back one day or perhaps put the rebellious princess in her place? Only time could tell. Strands of azure locks followed his chin and tickled, small sounds of clicking from her oriental hair decorations as her head moved to tickle his ear again. Little did she know he actually lost the focus to cook anymore and eventually lose his balance, placing one hand against the burner before doubling over in pain. Ji-ae's brows finally rose for the first time with surprise before backing away a few steps, flickering towards his burn wound and the pure anger seething through his eyes. Can you just go over there and wait until I'm done?!

Using graceful footing to place more distance between them, she found a proper place to sit to study him closely yet not grant him the wish of being far apart. On top a kitchen counter far away from his point of reach but close enough to remain their chemistry to burn alive. "How is this?" Not that his opinion mattered - she was going to stay whether he desired it or not. Smooth legs moved across the counter while her palms placed over the small contents of her skirt, expressing a pensive stare while watching his wound begin to fester. "You should put ice over it rather than rushing water, it will only irritate the wound more." Although she didn't move from his chosen spot she continued to watch him and almost keenly avoided the boiling pot, knowing to grace her oriental origins, was making her chow mein. How thoughtful. A few moments had passed yet it still didn't cease the mild beating tempo of her heart, knowing she was forgetting to mention a small detail to him. "I'm sorry." Ji-ae's soft pensive stare glanced to his handsome face, searching up and down for any sort of expression other than anger.