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Author's Note: My husband complained that this story had no direction. So this is kind of plot. Of course this story is not supposed to have any plot, so I'm breaking the rules. Again, thank you for your wonderful reviews. And please, keep those reviews coming. Please. Yeah, I'm begging. Apparently I do it a lot. Deal. Oh, and as always, responses to your wonderful reviews are at the end of the chapter.
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Muses Behaving Badly
Chapter Ten: Change of Plans
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"Mom," I whined into the phone, twisting the cord around my finger. "You guys won't be home all summer?" I asked.
I heard Mom sigh. "I know, honey, I wish we could come home too. But we've got to help your grandparents and you can take care of yourself back home. You know we'd come home if we could. And we'll come home by September. Just pay the bills for us and keep the home fires burning."
I nodded, sighing. "Okay, Mom. Just give everyone a hug and a kiss, okay?" I perched on the stool at the island. A kiss echoed over the phone line before it disconnected and I stared at the phone.
"Shit." Hanging the phone up, I let my head drop into my hands. I really had hoped to spend the summer with my family for the last time before I moved out and got my own non-university apartment.
"Bad news?" asked Cyrnic. Somehow Cerdic's son always appeared for the mother-daughter phone call.
I nodded. "Yeah. I'm on my own for the duration of the summer." I stared down at the kitchen island, tracing a pattern across the granite. I looked up, sighing. "You're not half as creepy as you are in the movie."
Cyrnic guffawed, the sound bubbling from deep within his chest. This went on for a few moments until he swiped moisture from the corners of his eyes. "Ah, little one, you are refreshing."
I grinned at him. "I try. So, now that we've established my ranking in the family totem pole, what brings ya' here."
Cyrnic offered a lazy grin. "I've come to learn the status of the Saxon Sex Gods tale."
That earned him a giggle and I got off the stool, heading for the refrigerator. "Well, so far each of you have each participated in separate orgies, played matchmaker, and been all around studly. Did I leave anything out?"
Cyrnic chuckled. "That is a very good start. What are you planning to do today?"
I shrugged and stretched, arms high above my head and spine popping softly. "I think that I'm going to go shopping."
Cyrnic was looking at me with that considering gaze that he sometimes uses on his father. He looked puzzled and seemed to be trying to figure something out.
"What?"
Cyrnic leaned against the island, propping his elbow on the granite and resting his chin on his hand. "You do realize that you declared Saxons sex gods."
I nodded.
"And yet you have no sex. Why?"
I gulped. Not a question I expected out of the Saxon prince. "Ummmm…."
Cyrnic straightened. "You are not poor looking, authoress. You have intelligence and can speak with some semblance of charm." He motioned for a drink and I handed him a beer, watching as he popped the cap off the beer bottle. "Do you not like men?"
I sputtered, flushing crimson. "I like men!" I declared hotly.
Cyrnic nodded. "Then there must be another reason. You could enjoy one of us."
I shuddered. "No offense, Cyrnic, but having sex with one of my muses is just…ick."
Cyrnic chuckled. "I'm sure that Lancelot is heartbroken."
"Yeah, right. Next topic."
The lean prince took a pull off the beer bottle. "And the knights? What do you write of them?"
I frowned. I was beginning to understand that Cyrnic was the advance force. Much like Tristan was scout when the knights went on campaign, Cyrnic had been tasked with scouting my mindframe. "Nice try, spy. Go do whatever it is that Saxon princes do. I ain't telling you anymore."
Cyrnic held up his hands in surrender. "Very well, authoress." He grinned, finished off the bottle of beer, and left the bottle behind. "Do not fear, we will not leave you alone."
I shuddered as the Saxon prince winked out of existence. That was exactly what I was afraid of.
TBC...
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To My Wonderful Reviewers
Saxongirl345: So glad that I caught Arthur. Here's more. Can't promise that the next chapters are going to come so quickly since it's back to the grindstone of the paying job on Monday. Today. Eek. And thanks for letting me know that you're enjoying. Yay!
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