He looks at the floor and, after a beat, lets go of her wrist.
'Just give me a minute,' he mutters, almost embarrassed. It's like her seeing Maria is letting her see him as real, not the image that the world knows, the cartel prince that is touched by nothing. He didn't want anyone seeing this.
He turns to the girl, who is looking smug now that Fi's backed off. And she's moving to him with a hand stretched out to his face; he draws back as far as he can without moving his feet. His face is blank. He's obviously not pleased to see her.
'What do you want, Maria?'
'I heard there was shooting. Papa didn't want me to come but I had to see if you were alright.'
She's touching him now, running a hand down his jaw. His face is turned away and disgusted, hand curling to a fist at his side; she's not even looking at him, she's staring at Fi with a sly expression, making her superior claim.
'As you can see, I'm fine. Go away.'
'I think maybe I should come and live here. Keep you safe.'
Her tone is taunting and yep, still looking at Fi. She leans up to kiss his cheek and it takes every ounce of restraint not to hit her. Instead, he steps away sharply and grabs her shoulders.
'Out. I'll call you tomorrow.'
He totally wont and she seems to know this because now she's looking at him and smiling in what she thinks is a winning way, reaching for the remains of his erection.
'I'll stay. Throw her out.'
He steps back hurriedly but still doesn't touch her. He doesn't know what damages pregnant women. He doesn't know anything about pregnant women and he looks to Fi with a helpless sort of expression.
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Date: 2010-03-14 03:10 am (UTC)'Just give me a minute,' he mutters, almost embarrassed. It's like her seeing Maria is letting her see him as real, not the image that the world knows, the cartel prince that is touched by nothing. He didn't want anyone seeing this.
He turns to the girl, who is looking smug now that Fi's backed off. And she's moving to him with a hand stretched out to his face; he draws back as far as he can without moving his feet. His face is blank. He's obviously not pleased to see her.
'What do you want, Maria?'
'I heard there was shooting. Papa didn't want me to come but I had to see if you were alright.'
She's touching him now, running a hand down his jaw. His face is turned away and disgusted, hand curling to a fist at his side; she's not even looking at him, she's staring at Fi with a sly expression, making her superior claim.
'As you can see, I'm fine. Go away.'
'I think maybe I should come and live here. Keep you safe.'
Her tone is taunting and yep, still looking at Fi. She leans up to kiss his cheek and it takes every ounce of restraint not to hit her. Instead, he steps away sharply and grabs her shoulders.
'Out. I'll call you tomorrow.'
He totally wont and she seems to know this because now she's looking at him and smiling in what she thinks is a winning way, reaching for the remains of his erection.
'I'll stay. Throw her out.'
He steps back hurriedly but still doesn't touch her. He doesn't know what damages pregnant women. He doesn't know anything about pregnant women and he looks to Fi with a helpless sort of expression.