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Blowing kisses every other minute

Khun Pin raises her head from the manuscript she is translating. The princess, sitting on the other side of the desk, blows her a kiss.

“Anil!”

Few minutes later, Pin is looking up again. Anil blows her another kiss.

Pin ignores that, bringing her eyes back to her work. “I’m not looking at you,” she announces a few moments later.

But it lasts only five minutes. Her eyes flicker up and–

“Stop it!”

“What?”

“You know what.”

“You told me that I could sit with you while you worked provided that,” Anil enumerates on her fingers, “one, I would not talk to you. Two, I would not touch you. Three, I would not disturb you. I have done none of those things.”

“You are distracting me.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep your eyes off me.” Anil winks at her love, and then she blows her another kiss.

Prompt: "Could you repeat that?”

“Could you repeat that?”

“I said best 50000 baht ever spent.”

“That?” Mon points to the lingerie discarded on the bedroom floor.

Lying on her back on the bed, Sam doesn’t open her eyes. “Mmmm.”

Mon sits up. “That costed 50000 baht??”

“Yup.”

“Khun Sam!”

“What?” Sam also pulls herself up. “I thought you liked it.” She frowns while leaning against the headboard. Mon said so when she gifted it to her.

Mon’s eyes dart to the matching set laying, ruined, in heap near the bed. “That’s more than my monthly salary!”

“You earn that little?”

The look she gets in response is incredulous and the words pointed: “I work for you. You pay my wage.”

“Then I shall give you a rise.”

“That is not the problem.”

“It is.”

Mon ignores that. “I have an average pay for my role.”

“You are not average.”

Mon closes her eyes – not the moment to get swayed by her unwittingly charming lover. “The problem is that you paid half a fortune for it and then carelessly destroyed it.”

fingers scratching at a scalp

Pilantita’s voice stops at the knock on the door.

“Khunying Pin,” Prince Anantawut greets her from the doorway of the small library of the Pine Palace.

Her head almost touches the wood of the table as she wais while remaining sitting. “Your Highness.”

“Apologies for interrupting your work,” his eyes quickly take in the book and the notebook, as well as the dictionary, open on the desk, “but I’m looking for my sister. Prik said I would find her here.”

An arm shoots up from under the table, a hand waving.

“Anil?”

The princess' head emerges, rising from Pin’s lap.

“What are you doing? Are you alright?”

“Never been better.” Aninlaphat smiles her brother’s concerns away as she sits up on her chair. “Pin is reading to me. And scratching my head. What else could I ask for?”

“That sounds....nice,” Anan comments, trying not to smile too widely at his sister’s happiness, not wanting Khun Pin to think he is instead laughing at her embarrassment.

“We used to do it all the time when we were younger,” Anin informs him. “Well, not the scratching.” She clarifies, not wanting him to think badly of Pin. She would have never touched her head, especially not when she was still utterly convinced of her own inferiority in comparison to Anin. “But she would feed me. And that was really nice too.”

Anan raises an eyebrow. Feeding is still quite an intimate thing. Especially when someone’s head is in your lap. His sister told him that they admitted their feelings for each other and started a relationship when she had returned home for his engagement, and this sounds like something that was happening before she had even left for the United Kingdom the first time...

“You’ve always been quite spoiled,” Pin scolds her, though there is no fire in her words.

“As if you had not done most of the spoiling yourself,” the princess replies with a teasing smirk.

“Anin!” Wide-eyed, Pin puts a hand on the younger girl’s sternum to hold her at a distance as the princess leans towards her. “Your brother!”

“Alright.” Anin stands up. “When I come back, I expect a recap of what I missed,” she tells Pin, and then she darts in closer, pressing a kiss to her blushing cheek, before moving towards Prince Anan.

“Now, tell me, brother of mine,” she hangs on his arm affectionately as they start to walk out of the room. “How can I help you on this fine fine day?”

“Someone is in a very good mood...”

Prompt: “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”

“Hey, have you seen the...Oh. Is that my dress?”

Sam closes the black robe over the pink dress, the unicorn disappearing from view. “What are you looking for?”

“Why are you wearing that?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Sam crosses her arms over her chest. “Why are you up so early?”

Usually Sam would have time to prep for breakfast, take a bath, and then get dressed for the day before Mon would even start to stir. Perks of being an insomniac.

“I didn’t think it would fit you.”

“Are you saying I’m fat?”

“Khun Sam. I know what you are trying to do.” Mon doesn’t allow the distraction. “I thought it went lost in the move. I told you that I couldn’t find it, and you reminded me that I was planning to donate it anyway, so why did I care about that?”

“Yes. Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” Mon says slowly. It’s not like she is upset or anything like that. She might even say that Khun Sam looks cute, for those whole three seconds she had managed to get a glimpse of. “But you have to admit that–” 

“It’s comfortable.”

“I know that. I used to wear it. But I also remember you having ....strong opinions about it.” 

Sam is always very enthusiastic about undressing Mon, but in that occasion she had been particularly unrepentant about potentially ruining the dress while removing it. And she had no problems expressing her distaste for it when Mon had questioned her hurry and lack of finesse.

“It’s comfortable,” Sam repeats.

“But how do you even know that?”

“When we house-sat for your parents.”

Mon nods, encouraging her to continue. It was before Mon had officially moved in with Khun Sam. Sam had gifted her parents a short getaway, but they had not felt comfortable leaving the house unattended, so Mon had offered to stay there while they were enjoying their break. Sam had refused to be away from Mon and joined her.

“One night I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I decided to go downstairs and work a bit. I couldn’t find my clean clothes in the dark. I didn’t want to wake you up with the noise. Or the light. So I grabbed the first thing from your wardrobe.”

“This?”

“Yes.”

“And then you stole it?”

“You were going to give it away. I donated it to myself.”

Mon laughs. “That’s not exactly how it works.”

Prompt was: “Did you just hiss at me?”

Feeling her fingers being slowly pried open, Pin clutches her hand tighter to her chest, curling on herself, a sharp sibilant sound leaving her lips.

“Did you…did you just hiss at me?”

Recognising the familiar voice, Pin’s eyes open. “Anil?”

“Did you just hiss at me?” the princess asks again.

“Anil?” Pin leans up on her elbow. “What are you doing here?”

Princess Alisa had requested her daughter’s company and Pin had not expected to see her love until lunchtime at the very least.

Anil leans closer to Pin. “Are you avoiding my question?”

Pin closes her eyes, automatically anticipating a kiss… which does not arrive.

“Anil!”

“Let’s see what–” Anil looks at what she had puckled out of Pin’s hand, taking advantage of her distraction. “My picture?”

Pin flushes. Then she plucks the photograph back. “You know I can’t fall sleep without looking at your face.” She sulks. “Are you saying you didn’t miss me?”

“Would I have sneaked out of my parents’ house in the middle of the night if I didn’t?”

Pin scans the princess standing in front of her in her nightgown.

“You left like that?”

Anil shrugs. “I was not going to dress up only to undress again… unless you want me to undress…”

Pin rolls her eyes. She turns around, putting the picture on the bedside table and then laying down on her side.

“Is that a no?”

“Get in,” Pin replies without turning around.

“I thought you said you couldn’t sleep without looking at me.”

Feeling the mattress dips as Anil obeys her, Pin refuses to give in and turn around. “Go to sleep.”

Anil scoots closer until she is spooning her. “Khun Pin.”

“What.”

“Did you really hiss at me?”

Prompt: "Could you repeat that?”

“Could you repeat that?”

Despite Sam’s cold tone, the man smiles charmingly. “Of course.” He turns to Mon. “Why don’t you get me a black coffee and whatever Lady Sam wants, sweetheart?

“You want to partner with us because of Diversity Pop.”

“Yes?” the man replies when no actual question follows Sam’s statement.

“She,” Sam turns her head towards Mon, “is the admin of Diversity Pop. A shareholder of the company. Most importantly. My wife.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“Don’t you think it is one of the most exceptional specimen you have ever seen?” Dr Busaya Methin delicately turns the skull of Homo Habilis over in her hands.

“You’re a nerd.”

“And you are just jealous,” Bua blandly replies to her colleague, boss, and most often than not pain in her backside, otherwise also known as Dr Phinya Thananon.

“Yes. You never hold my face in your hands and stare at me lovingly like that.”

Phinya’s earnest words only gain her an incredulous look, before Bua’s attention quickly returns to the skull.

“But I have a better pelvis. Balanced and suitable for perpetuating the species,” Phinya continues, repeating the same words Bua had once used.

“He is likely a male. He doesn’t–”

“So you admit my skeleton is better,” Phin interrupts her.

“We only have the skull, it’s impossible to make a fair comparison,” Bua states matter-of-factly.

“So am I competing with a cranium, now?”

“Don’t be stupid.” Bua’s eyes don’t leave the specimen. “There is no competition.”