Prompt - Mood - jealous
200 words
"Must you always flirt with everyone?"
"I wasn't aware I was flirting, Alexander."
"Well, you were. You talk far too much to those of which we are unfamiliar."
"It's called getting to know people."
"And why must you know so many people?"
"Are you jealous, my prince?"
"No. And do not call me that. It makes me feel as if you are only with me because of my title."
"You are most adorable when you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous!"
"Alright, I believe you. Now if you will excuse me. Your father has asked me to show the new soldiers around the camp."
"What?"
"Must I repeat what I said?"
"No. But ... why has he asked you?"
"I really do not know."
"He should be asking me since I am the prince."
"Yes, you are. Do you wish to take my place?"
"No. I cannot even stomach the thought. It seems a duty that is truly below me."
"You are not so adorable any longer. I will see you later when you are, perhaps, in a less volatile mood."
"I am not volatile!"
"Then admit you are jealous, and come with me."
"Only if you promise not to act so friendly."
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Prompt - Mood - horny
200 words
Luscious lips turned up at the corners, a droplet of saliva clinging to the bottom one from the hot, wet tongue that had crept out to lap at the softness. Kissing, sucking, lapping lips. Delicious tongue poking, tangling, exploring, devouring.
Hair, long and flowing. Bronzed, silken strands cascading over strong, wide shoulders barely covered by the thin cape attached at the slender, exposed neck. Hair tangled and twined. Shoulders pressing, restraining. Neck open and inviting.
Fingers, hands, arms, exposed to the light, all undeniably wanting to touch and be touched, to caress and be caressed, to hold and be held. Fingers circling and spreading. Hands cupping and palming. Biceps and triceps rippling and shuddering beneath smooth skin.
Firm, muscled bottom in danger of being exposed by the short chiton; cheeks hard and unyielding beneath the cloth. Bottom clenching, unclenching, hips bucking ...
"Alexander, stop!"
"I've not said a word."
"Did we not agree to abstain tonight, at least until your honored guests have left the dining room?"
"I have kept my word, have I not?"
"Not when I can feel your eyes undressing and assaulting me, and hear the lascivious thoughts running through your head."
"Perhaps those thoughts are yours, General?"
