Pipeline: A Princess and a Plumber
chapter 5
Mario twitched his mustache, dark coal like pupils trailing the pink trail that still burned in his mind as the doors shut behind the princess. Stiffly, he raised his fingers to his forehead, but hesitated, only to lower them and stroke the hair above his lip nervously. He could still feel the heat radiate off his cheeks, and he wondered if they were as blushed as the young maiden who Luigi seemed to be courting at his own will. Speaking of his taller, reckless brother…
Mario snapped his gaze over to Luigi as the man had already gotten back into the food he had been scrounging for earlier. He rolled his eyes and turned, leaning forward on the island counter. His eyebrows raised, waiting for his gluttonous, yet very skinny, brother to take notice of his gaze. Luigi was munching on crackers casually, as if nothing had just happened. Mario cleared his throat sharply, causing Luigi to stop chewing and look over his shoulder.
"What, do you need to be hand fed too? Shall I call Princess Peach?"
Luigi snickered as Mario hissed out a breath and bypassed the prodding sarcasm. The man in red rolled his head, trying to stretch his neck before letting a hand run down from his nape to the front side of his chest while scratching lightly.
"Don't play coy. How badly did you ruin the girl?"
Luigi pursed his lips, and furrowed his brows at the suggestion that his intentions had not been anything but desirable. He rolled a small breadstick between his hands before looking clearly shocked and placing the loaf to his dirty shirt.
"Me? Ruin? By gods, I wouldn't have even thought of it…"
He hesitated and then grinned a sheepish smile, flicking a piece of dirt off the loaf he was messing with.
"Okay, I thought about it. But I did nothing of the sort! She's very innocent…"
He shrugged and left it at that. His mind flashing back to enjoying the soft pink flush on her bare cheeks. Luigi ignored Mario giving a snort and sighing, shaking his head,
"Yes, and she's very young too. And they're highborn, so it would behoove you to not break her poor heart."
Luigi tuned his brother out, humming a tone while sliding his tool belt back on his streamlined waist. He could hear Mario mumbling something in Italian to himself, yet at the moment, the brother in green couldn't care less. He slid under one of the counters with a leaky pipe, his thoughts swimming in yellow dresses and brunette locks.
Later that day, Daisy had changed outfits at least ten times. She slipped into one of her old ball gowns that was a tad tight around her rear. The purple dress bunched around her shoulders in an awkwardly large fashion, yet she could barely take a normal step due to the tightness around her legs and bum. She looked behind her back in the mirror and sighed heavily, clearly frustrated.
She started to slip out of the dress, giving little grunts and squeaks as she pushed the fabric around her waist and bottom. In a fatal swoop, she got the dress off, with a nice rip down the side of it.
"Stupid, ugly, out of date…." She grumbled frustrated with her lack of clothes to wear. She plopped back on the bed, slightly wincing as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a naturally curvy female, and had a little baby pooch right under her belly button. She poked the fat and reminded herself not to have dessert tonight. Sighing, she glanced over to her lovely yellow dress that was her go-to outfit. But he had already seen her in that today!
Daisy felt at odds with herself, usually never really caring about appearances. But she always felt so downplayed next to her older sister, Peach. Biting her lip softly, she jumped up and grabbed the dress, sliding it up her body. Her eyes trailed up from her striped pale creme socks up to her lace trimmed yellow dress, feeling confident with her choice. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her eyes flickered behind her in the mirror. Her blonde sister smiled daintily and unfolded her slender porcelain like arms.
"You look lovely, new hair bows?"
She peaked her voice lightly at the question, moving forward to sit on the bed. Her footsteps had been light, and precise, knowing her sister was still possibly upset. The younger brunette settled her skirts down, trying not to look shaken that she had been scared. She reached up to touch her new white bows that tied into her bouncy curls she had just hot ironed. She opened her mouth to reply but stopped, and sighed her shoulders relaxing.
"I— yes. They were a gift… from you. You know that."
Daisy smiled genuinely and picked up her skirts to shuffle to the bed, and plop beside her sister. Seemingly exasperated she leaned into her sister as Peach let a slender arm reach around and hold her younger sister.
"I'm sorry for being brash earlier. I— when you— he's…" Daisy mumbled aloud, only to be calmly shushed and given a pat on the shoulder while being lovingly held. The blonde shook her head, her curls bouncing lightly.
"Nonsense. I… I understand." She treaded lightly, pulling back and turned her body toward her, leaning over to get her eyes to Daisy's level.
"You know, I am only looking out for your best interest, right?" The older sister spoke with such elegance, Daisy wondered if her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard compared to it. The brunette blinked and blurted out,
"Have you and Lord Bowser ever—uhm, you know?"
Daisy winced as she could feel her sister tense up. Peach reeled back and looked distraught that her sister would even bring up such a subject, and with her future husband of course! Looking clearly uncomfortable, she cleared her throat daintily and smoothed out her skirts nervously.
"I— Daisy… thats hardly a question I can…" She started, unsure where to start. She had flashbacks of the redhead leaning down to peck her cheek, his fingers roughly digging into her arm. A silent warning of his power, not only physically but in every aspect of her life. She blinked, returning back to the room with her sister.
"No. No we didn't." Her face turned away and she continued. "He's a cold man, you know that. I— you know how I feel about him."
Daisy bit her lip, mentally kicking herself in the rear. Peach turned back to her, a little bit of sorrow in her lightly watered eyes. A delicate, well manicured hand came out and cupped her sisters face. Daisy leaned into the hand and watched as her sister smiled again, her light disposition was slightly comforting.
"You're so young, baby sister. Promise me, you'll be safe. You're the only one I have."
Peach whispered softly, her eyes blinking away the possibility of tears. Daisy sat silently and nodded gently, feeling obligated to obey her older sister's request. Delighted by Daisy's agreement Peach rose and guided herself out the door after taking one more look in the mirror.
"Now I think that precious face of yours could use a little blush?" The princess in pink twisted, taking her flipping skirts with her and gracefully skirted out the room leaving Daisy watching with a blank stare. The brunette sighed and flopped back on her bed, causing the sheets to puff up and her hair drawn out around her.
"Mother… what would you do?" She whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose with two fingers as she closed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows before hopping up and following her older sister out of the room. The two set out to the community vanity room where guests as well as some of the house maids refreshed their faces throughout the day. The two cheerily chattered about what was being served for dinner as they entered one entrance of the double quartered room.
"Now my love…" Peach used a fake manly voice pretending to persuade her sister into sitting down and receive a face full of makeup. Daisy grimaced, but willfully sat down on one of the plush chairs, eyeballing the door they had just come through.
The brothers held their dry clothes out in front of them as they looked up the winding stairs from a young maid that had been given directions to show the plumbers where their changing quarters would be. Sir Toadsworth had insisted they go home to change, but with the weather turning to a storm, he requested they change in one of the servants rooms to assure they had clean, dry clothes. With heavy boots they walked up the hidden winding staircase which supposedly led to the private quarters.
"I can't believe there are so many quarters here." Mario mumbled to his brother, eyeballing the rushing servants and maids who seemed to be busy with work and making sure things were taken care of behind the scenes.
"It's definitely lively here, eh?" Luigi mumbled back, tipping his now wet hat to the maidens who seemed to be craning their necks to look at him with a gaze that lasted longer than appropriate.
Mario reached out for the handle of the room that was supposedly closed off for them to change in but, it was locked. Aggravated, he growled under his breath and gave it a harder shake. Luigi snickered and turned his back walking back to where they came from.
"Wait—" Mario sharply exhaled and nodded over to further down the hallway where it was empty. "There are some other rooms down further." Luigi shrugged and followed him down. Mario peeked into some empty rooms, but looked for one that was closed. He lightly grabbed the handle of a door that was bigger and taller than most of the quarter rooms. He jiggled the handle, and for a split moment thought he heard rustling on the other side.
"Peach!" Daisy hissed, hearing the handle of the door jiggle. "The servants will be enraged if they know we came into their quarters again."
Peach shot up, knowing that this was true. Her father, Sir Toadsworth, warned them multiple times not to meddle in the servants and maids room. The last thing she wanted was another fuss from her father. Daisy shot up and grabbed her sisters arms, pulling herself and her sister behind a crate of unused coats and furs that the servants shared between each other. Well hidden, they covered their mouths to hide the noise of their breathing.
Mario eventually twisted the knob the right way, cursing in Italian how much he hated the way English did things around here. Luigi laughed heartily and threw his satchel full of clothes on one of the many plush couches. The room was more of a community center that had a vanity, some couches, and lots of crates around the corners.
"I'm sure this is where the parties are after dark!" He laughed with a sly grin, wondering if he should come up here after dinner. He shook his head, letting his shaggy hair fling water droplets at his annoyed brother Mario.
"I think not, you'd get eaten alive by those maidens." He growled under his breath before giving his brother a disgusting look. "Never mind, you'd probably like that." Luigi grinned mischievously and shrugged his shoulders, not saying a word.
Meanwhile, Daisy's eyes widened as both her and her sister listened to the two brothers come in. Upon realizing who it was Peach frowned and opened her mouth. Daisy held on to her arm and shook her head violently before covering her sisters mouth. She made a 'shhh-ing' motion with her finger to her mouth. Peach, looking distressed about hiding behind some crates, settled and frowned giving her sister a death glare. It was true, they would probably be best off hiding and waiting for the men to leave. If they saw them here, there was no doubt they would get in trouble by father, but also get made fun of mercifully by the younger, annoying brother Luigi.
"Thank gods, I'm ready to get out of these wet clothes. Did you get the towels?"
Mario peered over his shoulder glancing around as Luigi pulled out the towels that would get them dry again. He eyeballed the door first before scanning the room and passing it off as clear. He started to shimmy out of overalls.
Daisy and Peach's eyes widened as they suddenly realized their predicament. Daisy pulled her lips back, showing her face that looked confused on what to do. These men were about to get naked! Luigi was thankfully making a lot of noise with his gibberish of Italian and his stomping around as she guessed he was peering around at the structure of the room. She peered over at Peach who looked mortified. She slyly started to smile as Peach realized what was going on in Daisy's head. The older sister shook her curls, trying to be stern. Had Daisy even seen a naked man before? She pondered for a moment if she even had her own record of gazing upon a man unclothed. But before she knew it Daisy was already peering over one of the crates that was providing them security of being found out.
Mario peeled off the top of his overalls, letting them hang at his hips. He grabbed at the wet, dripping, tucked in shirt that now bundled at his waist. He slowly peeled it off, feeling wetness slowly slick off his body. Daisy felt her mouth slightly go dry as she watched the man undress casually. She tapped Peach hastily, trying to be quiet but get her attention. Peach huffed under her breath and grudgingly let her eyes look over the crate. She was not regretful. They both watched as a muscular Mario peeled the shirt off his body, uncovering what was underneath.
Mario was tanned well under his shirt, even with the fine lines from where his shirt was cut off around his neck and wrists. He was well built, far more than the English men she had ever come into contact with. He was stalky, his shoulders rounded off in caps, his back rippled with muscle. Peach let her eyes trail down his body, not ever sure if she'd seen a man with such defined abdominals. He was like a man that had been sculpted by God himself. She found herself biting her lip at his body, especially when he turned and she gazed at the hairy chest that was a clear fit to the rest of his body. His forearms and biceps were just as lovely, and he scratched at his chest lazily making her weak as he turned his gaze over to Luigi whom was hopping out of his overalls himself.
Daisy blinked at Mario for a few moments, feeling her adrenaline pumping before glancing over at Luigi and having to cover her mouth. He was fully undressed, except for his drawers, which he clasped the waistband too.
"Yaknow, I think I forgot knickers." Luigi grumbled, as Mario rolled his eyes.
"Aslong as they're dry."
Daisy's hazel eyes were glued to Luigi's broad chest, a few raindrops rolling down off his chest down to the chisel of his v-ines which trailed lower to unknown territory. He had just as tan skin as Mario, yet his taller stature left him less muscular. Yet he was still more sturdy then most of the soft looking men in London. He looked like a working man, while his waist was streamlined and she had the urge to wrap herself around him. She chewed her lip nervously as she could tell this was the moment she wasn't sure if she was ready for. She hesitated but shut her eyes hard and ducked back under behind the crates. Peach had already sat down her eyes still wide and looking at her sister. Had they really just watched those two Italians undress?!
Both the men dried off carrying on their conversations in Italian. They fancied up best to their ability and took note of leaving their possessions in the room. With rumbling tummies they left quickly, leaving their wet clothes to dry. As soon as they heard the door shut, Daisy exhaled hard and held her hand over her mouth from laughing too hard. Peach, looking frazzled, stood and brushed her dress off hastily.
"This shall not be spoken of to anyone!" Peach hissed, her eyes narrowing in on her sister before taking a quick account of how the room was left.
"Good gods Peach, they— they were lovely!" Daisy cried out softly, her hands cupping each side of her face in shock.
Peach gave out a shaken sigh, and nodded grudgingly.
"So much for the blush." She whispered to herself, chewing her fingernail nervously as both of their faces were flushed pink.
ooc: kind of short chapter? sorry its so late. Had some major changes in my life, but I'm interested in keeping the story up! Any ideas welcome. This chapter was suppose to go into the dinner but I had the great idea of the girls getting a show. Just to make things more intense for them hehe. Hope you enjoyed! I'll be working on keeping the chapters coming!