Sparrow landed in the water, and swum into Bloodstone. It wasn't ugly, whatever you could say about it. It had a certain look about it, which she liked. As she climbed out the water, Annie and Flick approached her.
"Sparrow…" they said hopefully.
"Not now, ladies," Sparrow said.
Alright, so she had a 'little Bloodstone life' as Reaver so kindly put it, and she wasn't exactly ashamed of it. But for it to get out to anyone but the Bloodstoners…Gah, it wasn't worth the thought. She walked up the road to Bloodstone Mansion.
Reaver, this had better be worth my time, cause I'm gonna kick you to Bowerstone and back if this is a waste of my day.
Then I'll nick your Dragonstomper and burn it. Yeah, that sounds like a good punishment.
She knocked on the door. A henchman opened it.
"Is the lord of Depravity in there?" She asked.
He looked confused. "Um, no, there's just Reaver," he mumbled.
"Oh, out of my way," she groaned. Really, his henchmen are thick.
She swept past the confused man and kicked down the door of the study. Reaver was waiting.
"Really, Sparrow was that-"
"-Worth it? For blackmailing me, you deserved it."
"I was going to say necessary. Anything is worth it for blackmail, don't you think?"
"Yes, for the first and last time, I agree with you," she moaned.
"Where's Marine?" He asked brightly.
"If you think I'm about to let you let rip on a 17 year-old virgin who is engaged, you really are dumb. She's at home, probably keeping the kids entertained by dancing or something," Sparrow said dismissively. Reaver looked annoyed.
"I was rather hoping you would. Still, there's you, and that's good enough," he replied.
"Wine?" He asked.
"No," said Sparrow firmly.
"Sure? You won't be so uptight after a bit."
"Uptight? You think I'm being uptight? You blackmailed me and then you wanted to do some poor 17 year old and you think I'm being-"
"Alright, it was only a suggestion," Reaver said calmly. Sparrow stopped ranting.
"I hope so," she hissed. "See you upstairs," she muttered, and vanished out the study door.
He heard her walking around upstairs. Then she fell over something. He laughed quietly. Reaver put his glass down and left his Dragonstomper in a secret hiding place. He walked upstairs and stopped outside his room. He peeked round the door.
Sparrow had the most amazing hair he'd ever seen. Curly and wavy, it cascaded down her back like a black waterfall. The question was, would it get in the way? He shrugged. What had she been wearing earlier?
Hot pants, thigh boots and a knotted shirt. The former items were on the floor by the closet. Something else dropped to the floor.
The shirt. Uhuh, she's not getting any further, I'm doing it for her. He left his gloves by the door.
As she reached to take off her underwear, he grabbed her arm.
"Woah!" She yelled, and her reflexes kicked in. Reaver ended up on the floor. "Oh, uh, oops," she said sheepishly. He got up, shook his head slightly, and looked at her with interest.
"Never seen you look so hot," he commented.
"Oh please. Give me a break," she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Do you ever smile when I'm around?" He commented.
"Not likely," she replied. He shrugged.
"Doesn't matter, I managed to get you here," he said.
"Yeah, okay, enough with the gloating," she warned him. He smirked, and pushed her onto the bed.
"Sparrow, you won't regret this," he promised her.
"I already am, Reaver, I already am," she said sadly.