His Little Heir

Sexual Tension

     Daya peered at him, watching as Leon spoke to what sounded like a man on the other end of the phone.

     "Are you deaf? I don't know about you, but I'd like to get out of here in one piece, and you know, not have the crowd rip off my limbs!" She stood on her tip toes in an effort to intimidate him.

     He dismissed it with a smirk and ruffled her hair as he hung up. "Aww you want me to protect you?"

     Her eyes rolled. Now was not the time, nor did Daya have the energy.

     "No, I'd like to go home."

     "Princess Daya is right, just being here is a huge risk." Ahmad took her place, "And I mean no disrespect, Your Majesty, but staying would be a-"

     "Fitz! There you are!" Leon cut him off, turning to the man.

     He looked to be a couple inches shorter than Leon.

     The texture of Fitz's hair reminded Daya of a dish scrubber, and as he turned to her, a blue streak down the middle broke purple symmetry against his caramel complexion.

     "That's your disquise? An over sized hat and... is that a fake mustache?" Fitz ripped the brown strip off of Leon's face.

     "Oww! What the f-"

     Laughter bubbled out of her, "Sunglasses don't look so bad now, do they?"

     Fitz took her hand and kissed it with a wink. "You must be Princess Daya."

     At her shock, he motioned to Leon. His jaw had already set itself in a line, and looking at him, she saw the not so faint lines of jealousy painting their way across his face.

     The spark of mischief in Fitz's eyes met Daya's. And in a coallation, they acted.

     "Wow, Fitz, your hands are so soft." Daya raised and eyebrow in her fiance's direction.

     "Wanna hold em'?" He opened his palms and linked them with hers.

     "Hmm, anyone ever told you that your hair's sexy?"

     "Okay, thats it!", Leon pulled her to his side, "Hands off."

     She stumbled into him, taken off balance. He stepped back to catch her and set her upright.

     Leon gazed at Daya triumphantly, but as soon as a glint of confidence resurfaced in his eyes, she vowed to extinguish it.

     "Something wrong?," She wiggled her way out of his embrace.

    "You never call me sexy."

     Seeing Leon so dejected was a rare sight. Daya had only stood as its witness times when she would be homesick, and he could do nothing but guilt himself away.

     He had the sort of face that instantly made you regret every bad thing you had ever done to him, and standing there, bouts of shame began to leave their mark.
   
       "Look, you two can create all the sexual tension you want when we get back." the general met Leon's gaze, "Your Majesty, we must-"

     She went pink.

     "Leave the main area, yes? And for the fifteenth time, that's not where we're going so..."

     "Leon, I really need to sit down," she traced her thumb down his palm, "Whatever you want to show me will be here another time."

     He shook his head, "You need to see this before your dad leaves. I promise, Fitz and I will make it as quick as possible."