SOLO I FORTI VIVO only the strong live
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
That glorious moment lasted for about five seconds before he had to go and ruin it. Caprice attempts to suppress that wicked grin of hers, plush lips quivering slightly as she doesn't dare look away now. " Admiring the view." Caprice states plainly, words threatening to break into laughter. The huntress isn't one to be so flirtatious. In fact, she was one to avoid the opposite sex, or any sex in that case seeing how she didn't prefer one over the other. She avoided sexuality altogether for it was hard for her to focus when in the moment. Her mind was a dangerous thing in those moments of close proximity. She was allowed within the very depths of her sexual partner's mind, allowed past any barriers and the worse part of it was it opened up her mind to them, allowing them to see everything. The idea of someone being so deep within her, so close inside disturbed her and therefor, she avoided it all. With this Az though, she simply found his modesty amusing.
Slender hands lift to cover her mouth as he continues to attempt to hide his features from her. Eyes glisten with hilarity as he proceeds to rant and rave, demanding explanations and then not really deciding it's worth hearing. The Italian was going to speak anyways. " what part of your arrogant mind thinks standing here is not ok?" Caprice lifts her chin, staring at him with slightly narrowed eyes as she can't resist anymore. Plush lips curve upward fully, revealing those white pearls and a surprising dimple in her left cheek. Sadly the towel is reached and Caprice pretends to pout, titling her head as eyes drift downward before rising to see his irritated features. What joy she gains from hassling her savior, she does not know. It is a joy she deserves though for it is a joy that she has not gained since before Kora's death. His eyes dare to rest upon her beaten form for the briefest of moments and Caprice lifts her eyebrows and lets them fall in a quick, sly movement. Perhaps he was checking her wound but judging by his personality caring wasn't really his thing.
Caprice pushes off the wall as he draws towards her, head lifting to fix those narrowed eyes upon him as she smirks at him. She stands strong though the action as caused her to conceal her dizziness with a shudder. She dares him to refuse her request. Perhaps she would fake a faint this time? His words cause her to wrinkle her nose in victory, instantly moving towards the shower in a surprisingly steady fashion. The slamming of the door is followed by her short, unheard chuckle. The huntress shakes her head, sighing lightly as she peels out of her filthy clothes. For a moment, she finds herself staring into the mirror, eyes darting from one gnarly bruise to the next. Small cuts along her rib cage seemed a faded pink, healing finally. The open wound upon her flesh a bright pink but luckily, not an inflamed bleeding red anymore. Slender fingers gently rub along her stomach, pressing upon bruises lightly to test the pain. It isn't her worst. That's what she keeps telling herself, it isn't her worst and she steps into the shower.
Warm water rushes along her aching muscles,, soothing them. She desperately needed a massage. Hands reach above her shoulder, rubbing gently as she grits her teeth silently. Caprice cleanses herself quickly, knowing that quite possibly Az was in the other room judging how much hot water she was using. She could finish up this wonderful warmth later in her own home, followed by a well needed resting in her own bed. Henry would be worried for this is the third night she has not been home. Perhaps she should call her beloved butler later on from a payphone. Thoughts run through her mind as she washes before finally, being the smart girl she is, she grabs the towel from the rack and drags it behind the curtain with her. Doubtful that Az would even bother taking revenge, she wraps herself in the towel, stepping out as a knock reaches her door. Clothes are tossed in along with a few useless words and she finds herself smiling, bending down to open up the clothes and investigate them all.
A shirt and jeans was all she was given. Jeans that didn't even fit in that case. Caprice glances at the floor, cursing the fact that her under garments were not appealing to wear after such a cleansing shower. Hands lift up the shirt, pulling it over her head as she measures it. It falls to just at the mid of her thigh and she thanks her mother for such a short height. Caprice sighs, running fingers through the tangled mess of hair she has before giving up and simply rubbing her hair in the towel to dry it halfheartedly. Finally, the Italian steps outta the shower and into the hallway. In no time, the half-naked girl with the shirt for a dress was behind the male and glancing casually at the pathetic attempt for dinner. He speaks, and she shakes her head before remembering he didn't really like to look at her. "Would you care if I had?" She retorts, as eyes dart across his broad back. She didn't need to read his mind for that one.
He seemed so tense, as if he were guarding those noodles. Caprice's stomach growls quietly and before she knows it she is moving towards him and drawing close behind him before sliding her hand forward and snags the noodles. For a moment she stands there behind him, the warmth of his back upon her chest as she toys with the noodles in her hands. It is until his movement causes an idea to form within her mind. The graceful huntress darts back from him, twirling easily before making at least a few feet in between him and the noodles. Her lips form a smirk, eyes darting from the noodles in her hand to the brooding boy at the stove. " Now, tesoro(darling) were you planning on sharing these with me?" Her hip cocks to the side, hand resting upon it as the stealing had lifts the noodles in the air. She glances at them before giving him a sideways glance. "Looks like you got the magic touch, maschio. "
" scusate..."
Caprice de Ricci DARK HUNTER female . single . twenty-four . |
