Pretty, Prissy Princess

'Never criticize the Princess.'

Amara frowned worriedly down at the pink-on-black T-shirt in her hands. "I don't really act all that high and mighty anymore…do I?" she asked of her boyfriend, a feeling of déjà vu filling the air at her words. It was obvious she was hoping for a negative answer.

It was equally as obvious that despite her rather despondent expression, the fire lurking in her eyes told Lance that if he didn't answer in the negative, he'd be one crispy-fried, scorched rock.

"I never thought you acted high and mighty to begin with," Lance said, exercising his little-used and even more rarely-seen (outside of the bedroom) sense of tact. A bitch, occasionally, but at least you're interesting, he thought, one again experiencing a feeling of déjà vu.

Brightening a bit, Amara asked, "Really?"

"Really," Lance confirmed. Prissy, domineering, in a damn bad mood more often than not, but not high and mighty.

"You're so sweet," Amara said, which put Lance on guard. He was pretty sure she hadn't suddenly developed telepathy, but one could never be sure if Jean was eavesdropping and had decided to inform her of his thoughts. She was rather loose about her telepathic ethics when it came to 'helping' people with their relationships. "I could never have a better boyfriend than you," she continued, dropping the shirt on her dresser to come over and wrap her arms around him as she perched on his lap.

Because no one else could put up with you? "Well, I will admit that there aren't any other guys as handsome as I am," Lance boasted pompously, pleased when he got a giggle out of her. Despite her playful tone and romantic words, Lance could still see she was hurt by the insult. It would have worn off by tomorrow, replaced by anger as she sought out someone else to prank, but right now he'd prefer to use their free hour before dinner for something besides talking.

Amara pushed on his chest and he fell back on the bed where he'd been sitting. She straddled Lance and looked down at him with a gleam in her eye. "And there aren't any other girls as pretty as I am, either," she replied, leaning down to kiss him.

Now that's one thing we can agree on, was Lance's final thought before he gave up thinking in favor of acting.