Chapter 2

March 10, 2009

Smirking, black lips pursed as a high-heeled leg uncrossed and landed on the marble floor with a loud thud! Rubbing her fingertips along the rim of her wine glass a final time, Pansy's eyes sharply gazed at the scene in front. They say if you want a job done, ask a man. If you want it done right, ask a woman. However, if you want it done right and full of sass; well, you ask a Pansy.

Watching her lieutenant as he pummeled their mole on the floor, her gaze found itself looking through the window to her mini-forest. Taking a sip of red wine, she pondered, "Oh, how wretched and simple can a man be."

Raising her glass in front of her eyes, she peered into the rich liquid, seeing the similarities between her nectar and the lifeline spilling from the man on her ground. Raising up, she gently placed the glass down before slowly walking down each step from her throne.

Seeing her men pause to watch her, Pansy began, "It's a real shame I'm not a car kind of girl. Yet, I even know that a punctured tire cannot hold air for the life of it."

Pausing at the last step, her gaze zeroed on the bloodied man before her before sweeping over the men in front of her. Speaking aloud to herself, "Oh, what to do? What do we do with you? You know, with a tire, we replace it."

Clicking her heels against the floor, Pansy neared the cowering man, kneeled, and tsked, "Well, you wanted to be free. Mhmm. You wanted to be a holder of empty space. You got it."

Raising, Pansy bitterly declared, "You are no man in this family. No honor. No worth. If you have none of those, are you truly a man?"

Shaking her head, she spun on her heel before walking to her lieutenant. Noticing a flash of black in her window, Pansy's feet landed on the ground with a loud thud, marking her superiority amongst her men. "I would say more, but I do hate wasting my breath on those beneath me." Eyeing her lieutenant, she ordered, "Finish him. I would hate to catch a whiff of his stench and those like him. You have 1 hour to clean this mess up and find out who else was involved."

Strolling out into her garden, Pansy deeply breathed as she ventured deep into her mini-forest with her feet walking a path they had walked before. Turning right next to the nasturtiums and left next to the cardamoms, Pansy plucked a cardamom pod before entering the underground greenhouse. Humming to herself, she grabbed a mortar and pestle to grind the cardamom before mixing it with black tea for two cups of tea.

Allowing the tea to steep, Pansy listened peacefully to the snipping of her gardener as he tended to her wild roses. Moving swiftly in his direction with the teacups, Pansy questioned, "What are you doing with the roses today?"

"Debudding the roses," he paused before continuing, "to get a larger bloom the next time."

Biting on her bottom lip gently, Pansy questioned, "So, does that work for everything?"

Confused, the gardener paused and looked at her before asking, "What do you mean? Yeah, you do something similar to most flowers and plants."

Smiling to herself as she touched her neck and sipped her tea, "So, I can work something smaller to get it to be larger the next time."

Not wanting to flow that path of thought, the gardener shook his head before grabbing his tea for a slip. "Anyway, I came to ask when you will water my flower. She's very thirsty," Pansy rasped, licking her lips with her tongue, pointedly staring at her gardener.

Not biting the bait, the gardener shrugged, "Your flower is quite needy," as he touched the petals of the roses near him, "Didn't I water her this morning on that table you are so preciously clutching as a life line?" Crossing to her, the gardener tucked Pansy's hair behind her ear before placing a rose bud in her hair. Seeing the flames burning brightly in her eyes, he whispered against her lips, "Now, how thirsty is she?"

April 15, 2010

"And he says I'm the temptress," Pansy internally mused as lips laid a trail of heat and fire in its wake, causing her breath to escape her lungs as she unsuccessfully attempted to keep her wits. Pansy found herself in a paradox of a place with the rocks on her back, the water around her, and the sturdy body preventing her escape.

Hands roamed and legs tightened as their rhythm continued to push towards release. Pansy gripped his hair in an attempt to find release and gain dominance; yet, she couldn't figure out which one she desired more. Definitely the release. He's been playing too much.

Smirking against her neck, he grunted, "Oh, so the queen has claws. Let's see how well she can handle it" before adjusting Pansy's positioning and thrusting with a vigor that hasn't been shown. At least not tonight. Grunts and moans quickly escaped their mouths as they neared their release. Leaning his forehead on hers, Pansy tried to reclaim her breath with the sounds of nature seemingly urging them on for another round. Feeling her body being pulled out of the water, Pansy couldn't contain her startled gasp as his skillful tongue quickly found her spots and his arms encased her legs, preventing a reprieve from the heavenly onslaught that she desired and needed.

When you play with fire…