Once Upon a Washcloth
Chapter 7: Two Weeks to Hell, Part 2: Help the Princesses
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Brooke slammed down the stairs, furious. She stomped across the landing to the Hell Sisters' room, and threw open the door. She stepped inside, and glared around inside, looking for the occupants. What caused this anger, you ask? Well, it all started this morning…
… Brooke curtsied to the prince, her skirts sweeping wide. His hand reached for her gloved one, and she gave it. His hand went to her waist, while Brooke held her skirts. Their other hands clasped, and they were off: twirling around the room, forgetting everything else.
They stepped onto the terrace, and took in the warm night air. The prince bent close, to ask her name, and Brooke opened her mouth the answer—
Brooke woke to a body settling on top of her softly. She opened her mouth to scream, but was cut off by a warm mouth on top of hers. She almost choked on the scream, but forgot it almost instantly, as the body on top of her deepened its kiss. Her hands unconsciously went around his neck, and their bodies melded.
'Man, this is nice. Wait a sec… holy shit!' Brooke snapped out of her trance, and pushed the body off of her. She heard a muffled "oomph" and she sat up.
"Who the HELL do you think you are?!"
"Well, actually, I think I'm Prince Nicholas, heir to the throne."
"Oh crap. Wait, that still gives you no right to force yourself on me." Brooke glared at the prince, ignoring the thoughts of how great of a kisser he is. 'Stop it!'
"Well, as I recall, all I did was start it. You responded pretty much out of free will." Nick stated this fact, and then sat back, looking proud of himself.
"Well, why the hell did you kiss me anyway?"
"Because, you said you could make out better than the Princesses. I figured I would test you. I suggest you get dressed, because the Princesses are expecting you. Oh, and I'm not through with you." With that said, nick sauntered out of the room, and left a furious Brooke, sitting on her bed. She screamed in frustration, and got up to get dressed. Once she figured she was presentable, she stormed down to the Hell Sisters' room.
'Who does he think he is? I don't care if he answered that question. He was just being a smart ass. He actually took that as an invitation? Well, what a dumb ass.'
"What got your panties in a bunch?" Brooke dropped out of her thoughts in a hurry, having only caught "panties" in that little question. She turned to Renee, and asked her to repeat it.
"I said, why are you in such a huff today?"
"Oh, nothing, your highness." Brooke plastered on a fake smile, and decided she would deal with Prince Ass Hole later. Her first act of helping the Hell Sisters was to apologize for walking out last time. Which she did, sincerely sorry that she had lost her temper. Second, was to take noted on all of the little things that had to do with their dresses. The Royal Seamstress was coming today to take measurements, and would continue every day, save weekends, to make sure that they would fit.
This seemingly simple task took two hours.
"And I think that lavender, orchid, or light plum would look good. Write that down." Renee turned back to Brooke after looking through her wardrobe. "Do you have that?"
Brooke nodded her yes, and then turned back to the full piece of paper. 'now, what to do with that Ass Hole of a prince…' yellow shawl '…what would pay him back without getting me in trouble?...' pink flowers '…well, I could always—no…' blue flowers would look good too '…I could seduce him… YES!'
Roxanne stopped in the middle of her description of her dress, which included a yellow shawl, pink and blue flowers, and was starting on the dress, when she heard Brooke's triumphant "yes!"
"Were you even paying attention to me?" asked Roxanne, shocked.
"Yes, actually. Here is everything that you said." She showed the slip to Roxanne, and after gaining her approval, went back to scheming her plan to get back Nick.
A few hours later, Brooke went back upstairs, and changed into an old dress of her sister's. She had always liked more revealing clothes, and Brooke couldn't for the life of her, figure out why. However, she needed it for this plan. She examined her self in the mirror. She had on a Red Wine colored dress. It had three quarter sleeves, but the belled out at the elbow, for about 4 inches. It went to the floor, and had a loose, flowing skirt. It was skin tight, until a little below the waist line, and dipped really low at the neckline.
She pulled her hair half up, and half down with a black ribbon, and then walked out side her room. She moved around the room, looking for Nick, and found him standing at the window. 'Let Operation Seduction begin.'
He turned around, when she coughed, and then when back to the window, having only glanced at her.
'Wait for it, wait for it,' she chanted to herself. '3…2…1…bingo.'
Nick spun back around, suddenly, having realized when she was wearing, and his jaw dropped. His eyes raked her form, slowly moving up and down, and he stepped forward. By the shock she could see in his eyes, she could tell that he didn't even realize that he had moved.
She, however, stepped forward, and swung her hips as she did so. He gulped, and she moved forward again, and again. As she got closer, and stepped backwards until she had him against the wall. She snaked her arms around his neck, and pushed her self against him. He gulped again, and she got on her tip toes to whisper in his ear.
"How do you like my outfit?"
"I, uh, it's um… nice." She grinned at his attempt to answer, as she kissed her way from his ear, along his jaw, and stopped above his lips, ghosting hers above his.
"I thought so. Now, just this once…" She leaned up, and just barely touched his lips, when she pulled back. To her surprise, Nick followed her, and captured her lips. Electricity shot through her. At least, that's how she would have described it. She realized what she was doing, and pulled back. Nick made a strangled sound, and reached for her again, but Brooke stepped backwards, a smug look making its way onto her face.
"Well, my dear prince. How do you like it?" Brooke would have paid all the money she had, to have a painting done of what his face looked like just then. It started confused, moved to shocked, angered, and then embarrassed.
When he finally regained his voice, he opened his mouth.
"You will pay for this."
Brooke raised her eyebrow.
"You will!"
The other eyebrow went up.
"Just leave! And believe me, I'll find a way!"
The first thought he had, was to fire her. She'd done enough to himself AND the princesses. Almost immediately after though, that traitor part of his brain surfaced.
You wouldn't fire her. She's a great kisser.
Yeah, but she kissed me without my permission.
Sound familiar, Einstein?
Yeah well, I'm the prince
And she's a maid. Your point?
How come you can't side with me?
Because, I'm the TRAITOR side of your brain. You're the logical side. I have one word. B-O-R-I-N-G.
Yeah, well, she's a Freaking MAID! I shouldn't be confused about whether to fire her or not.
But you are. Face it.
Nick turned back to the window. 'This is major confusing. I think I'll keep her around for now.' he grinned. 'Besides, she IS a great kisser… and I'm not quite sure yet whether she's better than the princesses yet or not.'
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Ok, I updated finally! And I have a quote for you! Yay!! It's from The Emperor's New Groove, a Disney movie and a great one, I might add. I thought of it when I was thinking about the fight he was having with himself. Anyways, review, cuz I like them, wink and just keep being patient with me! I'm ever so thankful.
(Shoulder Devil)
"Don't listen to him! He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm gonna lead you down the path that rocks!"
Chapter 7: Two Weeks to Hell, Part 2: Help the Princesses
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Brooke slammed down the stairs, furious. She stomped across the landing to the Hell Sisters' room, and threw open the door. She stepped inside, and glared around inside, looking for the occupants. What caused this anger, you ask? Well, it all started this morning…
… Brooke curtsied to the prince, her skirts sweeping wide. His hand reached for her gloved one, and she gave it. His hand went to her waist, while Brooke held her skirts. Their other hands clasped, and they were off: twirling around the room, forgetting everything else.
They stepped onto the terrace, and took in the warm night air. The prince bent close, to ask her name, and Brooke opened her mouth the answer—
Brooke woke to a body settling on top of her softly. She opened her mouth to scream, but was cut off by a warm mouth on top of hers. She almost choked on the scream, but forgot it almost instantly, as the body on top of her deepened its kiss. Her hands unconsciously went around his neck, and their bodies melded.
'Man, this is nice. Wait a sec… holy shit!' Brooke snapped out of her trance, and pushed the body off of her. She heard a muffled "oomph" and she sat up.
"Who the HELL do you think you are?!"
"Well, actually, I think I'm Prince Nicholas, heir to the throne."
"Oh crap. Wait, that still gives you no right to force yourself on me." Brooke glared at the prince, ignoring the thoughts of how great of a kisser he is. 'Stop it!'
"Well, as I recall, all I did was start it. You responded pretty much out of free will." Nick stated this fact, and then sat back, looking proud of himself.
"Well, why the hell did you kiss me anyway?"
"Because, you said you could make out better than the Princesses. I figured I would test you. I suggest you get dressed, because the Princesses are expecting you. Oh, and I'm not through with you." With that said, nick sauntered out of the room, and left a furious Brooke, sitting on her bed. She screamed in frustration, and got up to get dressed. Once she figured she was presentable, she stormed down to the Hell Sisters' room.
'Who does he think he is? I don't care if he answered that question. He was just being a smart ass. He actually took that as an invitation? Well, what a dumb ass.'
"What got your panties in a bunch?" Brooke dropped out of her thoughts in a hurry, having only caught "panties" in that little question. She turned to Renee, and asked her to repeat it.
"I said, why are you in such a huff today?"
"Oh, nothing, your highness." Brooke plastered on a fake smile, and decided she would deal with Prince Ass Hole later. Her first act of helping the Hell Sisters was to apologize for walking out last time. Which she did, sincerely sorry that she had lost her temper. Second, was to take noted on all of the little things that had to do with their dresses. The Royal Seamstress was coming today to take measurements, and would continue every day, save weekends, to make sure that they would fit.
This seemingly simple task took two hours.
"And I think that lavender, orchid, or light plum would look good. Write that down." Renee turned back to Brooke after looking through her wardrobe. "Do you have that?"
Brooke nodded her yes, and then turned back to the full piece of paper. 'now, what to do with that Ass Hole of a prince…' yellow shawl '…what would pay him back without getting me in trouble?...' pink flowers '…well, I could always—no…' blue flowers would look good too '…I could seduce him… YES!'
Roxanne stopped in the middle of her description of her dress, which included a yellow shawl, pink and blue flowers, and was starting on the dress, when she heard Brooke's triumphant "yes!"
"Were you even paying attention to me?" asked Roxanne, shocked.
"Yes, actually. Here is everything that you said." She showed the slip to Roxanne, and after gaining her approval, went back to scheming her plan to get back Nick.
A few hours later, Brooke went back upstairs, and changed into an old dress of her sister's. She had always liked more revealing clothes, and Brooke couldn't for the life of her, figure out why. However, she needed it for this plan. She examined her self in the mirror. She had on a Red Wine colored dress. It had three quarter sleeves, but the belled out at the elbow, for about 4 inches. It went to the floor, and had a loose, flowing skirt. It was skin tight, until a little below the waist line, and dipped really low at the neckline.
She pulled her hair half up, and half down with a black ribbon, and then walked out side her room. She moved around the room, looking for Nick, and found him standing at the window. 'Let Operation Seduction begin.'
He turned around, when she coughed, and then when back to the window, having only glanced at her.
'Wait for it, wait for it,' she chanted to herself. '3…2…1…bingo.'
Nick spun back around, suddenly, having realized when she was wearing, and his jaw dropped. His eyes raked her form, slowly moving up and down, and he stepped forward. By the shock she could see in his eyes, she could tell that he didn't even realize that he had moved.
She, however, stepped forward, and swung her hips as she did so. He gulped, and she moved forward again, and again. As she got closer, and stepped backwards until she had him against the wall. She snaked her arms around his neck, and pushed her self against him. He gulped again, and she got on her tip toes to whisper in his ear.
"How do you like my outfit?"
"I, uh, it's um… nice." She grinned at his attempt to answer, as she kissed her way from his ear, along his jaw, and stopped above his lips, ghosting hers above his.
"I thought so. Now, just this once…" She leaned up, and just barely touched his lips, when she pulled back. To her surprise, Nick followed her, and captured her lips. Electricity shot through her. At least, that's how she would have described it. She realized what she was doing, and pulled back. Nick made a strangled sound, and reached for her again, but Brooke stepped backwards, a smug look making its way onto her face.
"Well, my dear prince. How do you like it?" Brooke would have paid all the money she had, to have a painting done of what his face looked like just then. It started confused, moved to shocked, angered, and then embarrassed.
When he finally regained his voice, he opened his mouth.
"You will pay for this."
Brooke raised her eyebrow.
"You will!"
The other eyebrow went up.
"Just leave! And believe me, I'll find a way!"
The first thought he had, was to fire her. She'd done enough to himself AND the princesses. Almost immediately after though, that traitor part of his brain surfaced.
You wouldn't fire her. She's a great kisser.
Yeah, but she kissed me without my permission.
Sound familiar, Einstein?
Yeah well, I'm the prince
And she's a maid. Your point?
How come you can't side with me?
Because, I'm the TRAITOR side of your brain. You're the logical side. I have one word. B-O-R-I-N-G.
Yeah, well, she's a Freaking MAID! I shouldn't be confused about whether to fire her or not.
But you are. Face it.
Nick turned back to the window. 'This is major confusing. I think I'll keep her around for now.' he grinned. 'Besides, she IS a great kisser… and I'm not quite sure yet whether she's better than the princesses yet or not.'
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Ok, I updated finally! And I have a quote for you! Yay!! It's from The Emperor's New Groove, a Disney movie and a great one, I might add. I thought of it when I was thinking about the fight he was having with himself. Anyways, review, cuz I like them, wink and just keep being patient with me! I'm ever so thankful.
(Shoulder Devil)
"Don't listen to him! He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm gonna lead you down the path that rocks!"