Self Service

Second Place

When Priscilla and Scott got back, she went to take a shower, and he left the suite to go and pick up dessert and wine. He planned on having a nice evening without everyone else around. He was glad they had skipped out. They weren't missing out on much more than a few auctions for unnecessary things. All he wanted was to just spend the rest of the evening with Priscilla curled under him in a nice, quiet, peaceful environment. They were just fine alone.

When she got out of the shower, she didn't see or hear Scott, and she didn't bother looking for him as she went in the closet and pulled on a short, thin, yellow nightgown. He'd be back soon.

She got in bed and picked up her phone and opened a new book. She could only assume that he had gone out to do something.

She heard the door open, keys hitting the coffee table, and shuffling before Scott entered the bedroom, stripping down and starting towards the bathroom. "Where'd you go?" Priscilla wondered as he put his clothes into a hamper. She didn't look up from her reading, and he barely paused.

"I went to get you some chocolate."

Chocolate, more than any other sweet, was Priscilla's vice. She couldn't resist it. Scott could use it to negotiate with her under any given circumstance.

"Really?"

"Really."

He headed into the bathroom, and she finished her chapter before she went to the kitchen and saw the bottle of wine, the two glasses, and the box of chocolate cherries. Deciding that Scott had very likely intended on them sharing, she waited for him. She knew if she began without him, he'd come back to an empty box.

He came into the front in a white t-shirt and pajama pants, sneaking up on Priscilla and lifting her up. She shrieked, and he laughed.

"It's not funny, you asshole." She popped his chest.

"It's funny, Priscilla. Sorry. You scare much too easily. I can't resist."

He pulled her closer, kissed her, and put his arms around her. She stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What time is it?" she wondered. He looked over her head at the clock.

"Almost midnight. Why?"

"I was just trying to see how long I lasted at that thing."

He laughed and kissed her again, lifting her on the counter. 

"What are our plans Monday night?"

"What do you want to do Monday night?" he wondered.

"I thought you said we were doing something."

"I lied."

"Oh."

"We can make plans, if you want to," he told her.

Priscilla didn't say anything for a moment, letting him kiss her shoulder and neck. She had a vague idea of why he had felt the need to make up fake plans, but it wouldn't go away. The fact that he felt so strongly about making sure he was in no way summoned to this thing just didn't make her comfortable.

Finally, "Who is Marguerite?"

He stopped. He hadn't expected Priscilla to ask this question. She had never acted jealous before. She wouldn't even give their relationship a title until she had a rock on her finger. He expected that Marguerite would be mildly annoying to her. Not threatening. Especially not to the point where she felt the need to question it.

"She's an ex," he told her.

"An ex, or thee ex?"

"What, are you looking for some sort of validation?"