King Faye

Dear, Helena, I don't believe all genitals are one shade of color, but rather different variations of pinks and reds, and then some of other colors, too, due to the veins, a person's race, and other reasons. I thought that since you were an expert on such matters of penis, that you'd know this.  

Well fine, all you..then..all you, I won’t ask any more. [He bit his bottom lip, trying to pin his smirk from appearing across his lips, since the idea that sprung of her being his tutor was pleasurable and slightly intriguing] As for tutoring, nah.. I don’t planning on be a math scholar so I’ll stick to my methods, even if it doesn’t get me any where—Uh, perhaps we should end this here? It’s getting a bit…macabre for me. 

It's a deal, little lion.

Fine, fine…no promises on me not being a control freak—though you can help and it’s a date then. I’ll make sure our maid, Ella, is cleared out by the time you leave. I love her, but she enjoys to smother more than be aloof at times. So it’ll just be us. 

You're talking to the original control freak, so I don't think we'll have that much of a problem. I'm not the best cook, but I can find my way through a kitchen. [she smiles faintly.] That sounds nice.

[He looked at her with a puzzled gaze…Why would she admit that, didn’t she truly not care or was it an act. Since for Leo if anyone cheated on him, he’d quite frankly be crushed] Wow what a bitch.. Okay my turn-uh, I have Mr. Blackston’s Trig test printed two days before the test is distributed, so I can ace it..

Uh…what do you like? I figured maybe my house, my parents will be at some charity ball and I can make a few Thai dishes if you are game. Besides, when’s the last time you were at my house—that wasn’t for some charity foundation thing?

... only if I can help cook, too, because I haven't been able to in a long time. That sounds nice though, so I can't really say no. I'll be there this Friday then.

Tisk, tisk..you missed that window. Though I can pencil you in for under a leather exterior appointment, like maybe this Friday eight o’clock? Dinner…

... dinner, where?

Really now? Note to self fight harder, I’d hate for you to get bored so early in this two day rekindling relationship. [He bit his lips for a moment before he continued] Uh, yeah fucking bitches and getting money isn’t really my mantra—nor my “street cred” so you are wrong on that front. 

Please and thank you. It's not worth it if you don't fight for it, after all. [she cocks her head to the right.] So, what? A bad boy that's really a good boy? Now I've got the sudden urge to see under that leather exterior again.

For now yes…Unless you want to play a secret for a  secret. 

Well if you are part of my morning routine, I won’t fight it—too much.. It might help my reputation a bit, though if a rumor flies around that we are sleeping together I’ll inform my publicist and we’ll sort that out. [He flashed her a mischievous smirk]

If this morning tells me anything, you're not going to fight this at all anyways. [she flashes him a grin.] Who knew you were so concerned with your reputation? Or is it the typical -- "bang the most popular girl in order to raise my street cred" deal.

I-I didn’t say I disliked it…though. Leather on then, you snooze you lose—doubtful that window will be open again. Besides I shouldn’t be gushing to you like this, mornings make me groggy and apparently gabby as well.

Good, because it's not going away anytime soon. [she quirks a brow.] Well, if this is how you are in the mornings, you can expect me to join you then. And then maybe you'll have more chances of breaking that leather exterior.