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cgleome · 4 years ago

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7 Minutes in Heaven (MC/BMP Princes and Zain)

A classic never dies. A short series of NSFW scenarios about MC playing 7 Minutes in Heaven with each of the princes and Zain. (WARNINGS: LEMON)

Joshua:

“So according to the rules, we’re supposed to, as Prince Roberto put it, ‘make out?’” Joshua asked as soon as the door closed behind you.

“Well,” you replied, shuffling nervously, “it’s not a rule per se. It’s more like an opportunity for the people in the closet to make out if they want to.”

You were keenly aware of how close the two of you were. Somehow Joshua was both too close and too far away all at once.

The prince cocked his head, looking at you curiously.

“So, the idea is that, should the people involved wish to, they might cast aside social mores and simply do as they wish privately for 7 minutes?”

“Exactly,” you replied, finding the courage to look up at him with a smile.

You could practically see the wheels turning in Joshua’s head.

“Do you wish to?” The prince asked, moving closer. You backed away instinctively, slightly startled by his sudden movement and walking into the wall behind you. “I would very much like to.”

He was so close now that you could feel his breath against your lips. Although you weren’t touching, you could swear that you felt the warmth of his skin like an energy pulsing between the two of you. His presence was overwhelming.

“Yes,” you managed to gasp before he captured your lips.

Prince Joshua kissed you like you were the very air he breathed. He kissed you now with the wild abandon of a man who had been repressed for years and was now at last able to sate his desires.

At first, he steadied himself with hand on the wall beside your head but it only took a moment before kissing was not nearly enough and Joshua wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling your body against his. Moaning into the kiss, you ran your hands over his body, feeling his firm muscles through his silk shirt. Joshua moaned in return, slipping his hands under the back of your shirt. He began to tremble when he felt your hot skin.

Although the prince had no real experience, you were far bolder and began planting gentle kisses down his jaw, moving towards his neck.

Joshua sighed your name, with a desperation you would not have previously believed the stoic prince capable of.

With a sly grin, you raised your leg, running your thigh against his before wrapping it around him and using it to guide him closer. Although you were both fully clothed, you could now feel how hard he was and the realization made your whole body start to tremble.

Prince Joshua gasped your name again and stole a glance at your face before trailing one hand down your body to support your leg. His other hand moved around to the front of your body to fondle your breasts.

“Do you like this?” He teased with a wicked grin. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes. YES!” You managed to pant, the first time almost too softly to hear and the second far too loud.

Joshua sighed your name again as he moved his body against yours with all the desperation of a man who knew he didn’t have much time.

You reached up, gripping his hair and the back of his shirt as though your life depended on it.

Closer… closer… you both cried out, forgetting completely about the other princes waiting outside the door. Fortunately, they had heard the noises you were making early on and decided it would be prudent to give you both some privacy. They might tease you mercilessly about it later, but it was more than worth it since it allowed you more time together.

Glenn:

The youngest prince sighed when you entered the closet together. Although he wouldn’t let it show, this had put him in a terribly uncomfortable position. On the one hand, he had no experience with women and didn’t want to let it show. On the other hand, he didn’t want to appear too childish by refusing to make a move on you. Of course, he was also unsure of whether or not you were even interested in him and would welcome any move that he made.

You both looked at each other for a few awkward moments.

“Don’t stare at me like that,” Glenn spoke as his cheeks flushed. “I agreed to play this game since I knew Prince Roberto wouldn’t leave me alone until I did. It doesn’t mean I’m going to make a move on you as soon as we’re alone in here.”

“Right…” you managed to reply. Although you were not surprised by his coldness, it still made you a little sad. This situation was uncomfortable for you too and so you just stood their awkwardly for a few moments.

“I mean,” Glenn finally added, blushing so deeply you felt your own face flush simply by looking at him, “we don’t have to just stand here...”

Nervously, Glenn reached out, brushing his fingers tentatively against yours. In the dark, even this slight touch was startling but you didn’t pull away and soon your fingers were linked together.

Glenn smiled despite himself. Although it hurt that you had no memory of him, the memory of your brief time together as children was never far from his mind. Holding your hand now brought all those feelings flooding back to him.

Almost without realizing what you were doing, you began to inch closer to him. The prince didn’t move away and soon your faces were so close together that Glenn’s face was no longer in focus.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, capturing your lips as soon as you complied.

Glenn’s kiss was gentle, hesitant, but he became bolder as soon as you began to return the kiss.

Glenn moaned softly, caressing your cheek with his free hand. His fingers traveled down your neck and gently traced your collar bone.

“Is this what you want?” The prince asked, as he began to plant gentle kisses on your neck.

“Yes,” you gasped, surprised by how breathless his kiss had already left you.

“I didn’t want to take you like this,” Glenn confessed, as his hands slipped under your shirt and he began to trail his hands up the sides of your body, moving your shirt along with them. “But it would be a shame not to make the most of your time together.”

Glenn moved down to your now exposed breasts, planting soft kisses across the top of them before pulling your bra down to tease your nipples with his fingers and tongue.

“Maybe just a little…” he mused, moving up to look at you while the fingers of his right hand traveled down your body and slipped into your pants. He moved slowly, giving you time to stop him, if you wanted to.

Far from stopping him, you gasped and closed your eyes, waiting for what you knew was coming. His fingers moved down the front of your underwear as he began to gently touch between your legs.

It was Glenn’s turn to gasp when he felt how wet you were.

Glenn’s other hand was on your breast, still teasing it and you could feel him, bringing you higher and higher. You willed yourself to finish quickly and Glenn pulled away so suddnely, you were almost offended.

“Come to my room tonight,” he whispered, just before the door flew opened. Besides looking flushed, your clothing at least still covered you. “I want to finish you properly.”

Keith:

Prince Keith couldn’t stop smirking from the moment you both entered the closet together.

“Well, this is interesting,” he declared. “It looks like it’s your lucky day, Commoner. Want to learn how it feels to make out with a prince?”

“In your dreams, Your Highness,” you spoke sarcastically with a roll of your eyes.

“Hey, lots of women would kill to have a chance at what I’m offering you,” Keith assured you.

“Well, next time go in with one of them,” you suggested.

“Hey,” he replied, voice and expression suddenly turning serious. “I might be popular, but I won’t mess around with just anyone.”

He didn’t elaborate but continued to look in your eyes. His expression growing more serious the longer he looked. You continued to meet his gaze, reluctant to let him get the upper hand by being the first to look away. Eventually, you realized that your back was against the wall, Keith’s hands on either side of your head. Your pulse was racing now, though you couldn’t quite explain why.

“Keith…” you whispered. You meant it as a question but it sounded like a plea, which the prince answered with a deep and passionate kiss.

Your arms wrapped around him, trailing over the firm muscles of his arms and down his back.

Keith moaned shamelessly into the kiss. He didn’t care if the others heard you. He almost wanted them to, wanted them to know just who you belonged to.

His hands were on you in no time: one traveling down your body and over your ass, pulling your leg up around him and the other caressing your cheek.

“You make me crazy,” he breathed against your lips when your kiss broke. He meant it to. You didn’t coddle or kiss up to him like so many women did. He couldn’t control you, couldn’t quite figure you out and Gods did it excite him! If you allowed this, it’s because you wanted it and that alone sparked a fire the prince could barely control.

Not to be outdone, you smirked as your hand traveled down his body, massaging the bulge that had already grown in his pants.

Keith’s eyes rolled back and you smirked at him as you opened his pants, slipping your hand inside.

When he looked at you again, there was fire in the prince’s eyes. With lightning speed, the prince opened your own pants, pulling them down, along with your underwear.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he teased, hesitating a moment to gage your reaction.

“Then finish it!” you challenged.

Keith’s smile was absolutely wicked as he pressed you against the wall and began rubbing himself between your legs. He didn’t enter you, and the position had his cock rubbing firmly against your clit.

Keith swore over and over. His arms now wrapped firmly around you. Despite how needy he was, Keith was still surprisingly gentle. He pulled back, one hand moving up to cradle your face, so he could look at you. Although his eyes were dark with lust, there was something serious in his expression, showing a desperation and love that he couldn’t bring himself to put into words.

When the door opened, the princes closed it quickly upon seeing Keith’s nude ass and not wanting to face the wrath they knew he would unleash if they interrupted you now.

Roberto:

“Here, let me show you a secret,” Prince Roberto smiled secretively as he took your hand, leading you to the back of the closet. “I like to hide here from Al, sometimes. He doesn’t know about it.”

Moving aside some coats and boxes, the prince revealed a small door, leading to a tiny storage area. There were books, a few blankets, and pillows. Clearly this was a place the prince spent a lot of time.

“We shouldn’t stay too long or the others will find us and this place too,” you pointed out.

“Nah,” the prince assured you, moving into the tiny space with you. “If Al can’t find it, they certainly won’t be able to.”

Roberto had sat down, his arms and legs spread as he reached out for you. Although he smiled widely, he knew there was a fair chance you would reject him, and he was fully prepared to play it off as a joke.

Fortunately, it didn’t come to that, and you seated yourself between his legs, resting your back against his chest.

Roberto smiled and nuzzled the back of your neck, and taking in your scent.

“I’m glad I got to come here with you,“ Roberto spoke seriously. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

His hands gently traveled up your arms, moving from your wrists up the backs of your arms.

You leaned back against him, trembling slightly and your heart began to race.

“Roberto,” you sighed, eyes closing.

The prince began to kiss the back of your neck while his arms moved around your body.

“Let me touch you,” he whispered, breath tickling your ear and sending another shiver down your spine. “Even if it’s just this once… just now… I want you.”

“Yes…” you gasped and his hands slipped under your shirt.

Once again, you leaned firmly back against the man behind you. Roberto’s hands traveled up your ribs towards your breasts while his lips found your neck and shoulders once more. You closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the gentle kisses and caresses.

Roberto’s hands traveled under your bra, teasing your nipples and caressing your breasts. The area between your legs began to ache and you were becoming dangerously close to begging the prince to touch you there.

Roberto gasped your name at last and moved away, only so he could move beside you, guiding you down onto the floor so that he could hover over you.

“I didn’t want to take you like this,” he spoke against your lips, looking somewhat lost while still brimming with love and lust. “But I don’t think I mind, as long as I can have you.”

You’d never seen Roberto so serious and you knew without words that this meant something to him. Something terribly important.

Roberto lifted your shirt over your head and began to kiss his way down your body. Your bra was already dislodged from the way Roberto had played with you before.

When he got to your pants, Roberto reached down to open them, looking up at you as he did so. You met his gaze, silently pleading for him to continue. With a grin, the prince obliged, pulling the last of your clothing away before taking off his own shirt and pants. You took the opportunity to remove your bra before grabbing at him, running your hands over his perfect body.

Roberto moaned at your touch, nearly losing all control when he felt your hands on him. He was on top of you in no time, hands and lips moving over you before his fingers trailed between your legs. His face fell to your shoulder with a gasp when he felt how your body was responding to him.

Roberto looked down at you seriously. If he never again had anything in life that he wanted, he was going to have you now and that was the only thing that mattered.

He whispered something you couldn’t hear before brushing against you. Just as you were about to cry out, you heard voices in the closet beyond you. The other princes were calling you.

Roberto’s grin grew mischievous again

“Keep quiet,” he whispered to you, “you don’t want them to hear.”

Before you could respond, you felt Roberto slip inside of you.

Edward:

You smiled when Edward reached for your hand, leading you into the closet. There was no way you expected anything untoward from the gentleman prince, though, if you were lucky, perhaps he might steal a quick kiss. You could not deny your attraction to Edward and the thought of causing the perfect prince to do anything at all naughty was terribly arousing.

“Oh my,” Edward spoke with a grin when the door had closed behind you, “my fairy queen has led me to her bower… however shall I worship her?”

The prince moved closer, holding your waist and guiding you to sit on an antique dresser that had been stored in the closet. Once you were seated, the prince fell to his knees before you. He gently held your ankle, planting a kiss on the side of your inner shin.

“Will you allow me to worship you, my goddess?” He asked, looking up at you with moist shining eyes. The plea in his voice was obviously genuine.

“Yes,” you managed to reply, swallowing deeply. You were not at all expecting this and you wondered just what Edward had in mind. Whatever it was, you were already desperate to find out.

Edward smiled broadly and something about the look of handsome prince on his knees before you, lust shining in his kind eyes caused you to shift a bit.

“Thank you, my lady,” Edward sighed, kissing the spot he had kissed moments before. You were wearing a skirt so his lips touched your bare skin.

Although you did not know what to expect, your breath caught when he began to gently kiss his way up the inside of your leg. His hands rested on the outside of your legs, traveling up along with his lips.

When he reached your knee, the prince looked up at you, meeting your gaze as he silently asked for permission to continue.

Without a word, you spread your legs a bit more, inviting him to continue.

Edward gave a deep sensual moan, thanking you for allowing him to continue.

You could feel your body starting to tremble. You had never in your wildest dreams imagined that Edward would be this forward but it was a more than welcome discovery.

You continued to spread your legs until he had moved dangerously close to your underwear. You could feel his breath between your legs and you held a hand to your mouth, smothering your whimpers and fighting the urge to beg for more.

Tentatively, Edward licked right beside the elastic of your underwear and you gasped.

“Edward… please…” you whispered, unable to help yourself. You had never wanted anything so badly and you thought you wouldn’t be able to endure it if he stopped now.

“Of course,” the prince replied with a slight chuckle in his voice before moving your underwear to the side, licking your most sensitive area. Your hips began to move against him, as you felt your climax coming closer and closer.

Edward moaned, sending vibrations through your body and you reached for him, running your fingers through his hair and holding him as though your life depended on it. You knew the door would be opening soon and the anticipation, the knowledge you needed to hurry was terribly exciting.

You thought you heard a noise outside the door, and, despite yourself, you came twice riding your climaxes until Edward’s movement’s slowed and he stood before you, fixing your skirt just as the door opened.

“If you wish,” he whispered, “I shall visit you tonight and worship my fairy even more.”

He winked at you and you couldn’t help but noticed the slight shine around his sultry lips. You could only hope the others would not realize what you had done when they saw it.

Wilfred:

“Well, this is interesting,” the prince teased as he moved behind you, embracing you from behind. “What do you think? Shall we make the most of it?”

As he spoke, Wilfred moved his fingers from the backs of your hands and up your arms, giving a tantalizing sample of what would be in store for you, if you agreed.

“It would be a shame not to,” you teased back.

Wilfred chuckled and it was a deep, sensual sound. You had always suspected that Prince Wilfred had a mischievous side him and the thought of finally seeing it unleashed made your body ache with need.

“You are very naughty,” he whispered close to your ear before licking the shell of your ear and slipping his hands under the front of your shirt.

Your body shook in response to his boldness and you pressed back against him without meaning to. You could feel that he was hard already and once your ass had pressed against him, Wilfred reached down, holding your hips against him so that he could grind against you.

Your breath was already uneven. Wilfred was always so distant, his station above your own, and yet now he was right here touching and wanting you. His very presence was like a drug, causing you to lose yourself in him.

You reached out to cover your mouth but Wilfred grabbed your hand, pulling it away.

“Muffle your cries and I’ll touch you even more,” he slipped his free hand down the front of your pants as he spoke, but stopped short of touching you there.

“Is supposed to be a threat, Your Highness?” You asked, attempting to face him but even without seeing your face, the prince could hear the smile in your voice.

“Oh?” Wilfred smirked in return. “Is that what you want?”

Wilfred slipped his fingers down the front of your underwear but he still did not touch you yet.

“Yes!” You gasped, unable to tease now that he was touching you so intimately.

“So naughty…” he remarked though he was clearly pleased by your reaction.

Wilfred reached further down to touch you properly. His other hand released yours and traveled up under your shirt to touch your chest.

As you moved against Wilfred’s hand, your hips also moved against the hard bulge in his pants.

“Do you like doing this here?” He teased. “Does it excite you to know the other princes are right outside the door and can hear what we’re doing? Do you get excited thinking about being caught?”

You didn’t answer but covered your mouth again.

Wilfred’s fingers were merciless and surprisingly skillful. You could hear lewd wet noises as the prince pleasured you hard and fast.

“We could do this more often, you know,” Wilfred continued to tease. “You never know when Claude might wander in on us. Would that excite you? Mmm… If I had known you wanted this, I would have acted sooner.”

“Wilfred,” you whispered as you felt a sinful finger slip inside of you, “it’s not enough…”

“Oh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow that you couldn’t see. “I’m afraid that’s all we have time for right now. But if you come to my room tonight, I’ll give you more… So much more…”

The implication of his words sent you keeling over in orgasm but Wilfred continued to hold you, forcing you to continue to feel all the pleasure he was giving you. If Wilfred was this wicked with just seven minutes in a closet, you almost worried what would be in store when you were alone all night in his room.... almost…

Zain:

Zain was obviously nervous being the closet with you like this. It was unusual to see him this flustered and you hated to admit it, but there was something very sexy about it.

“I hope that being with me in this rather small space doesn’t make you too uncomfortable,” he spoke with obvious concern on his face.

“It doesn’t,” you assured him as you took a step closer to the handsome butler. “If I’m honest,” you added as you brushed your hand over the back of his, “I quite like it… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to play this game in earnest.”

Zain looked up at you and swallowed deeply. He looked rather lost, almost as though he was about to beg you to stop.

“Please don’t tease me, so,” he pleaded.

“Do you not want this?” You asked, reaching up to rub his shoulder, “Or are you afraid of how much you want it?”

You moved closer as you spoke, lips getting dangerously close to his. Zain had closed his eyes, lips slightly parted as though he wanted nothing more than to surrender himself and be ravished by you.

“I do want this,” he confessed and you could feel he was starting to tremble when you wrapped another arm around his body to embrace him.

“Then take me,” you whispered before capturing his lips.

Zain did not hesitate now but returned your kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and moaning softly against you. One of his hands reached up to trace your jaw before reaching back to run his fingers through your hair, gently holding you close so that he could guide your kiss. His kisses and touch were reverent, as though he were worshiping you with his every move. He could no longer hold himself back and Gods did he want this!

You brushed your tongue against his lips and with another moan, Zain opened his mouth and you felt his tongue eagerly meeting yours as your lips brushed together once more.

Zain was still attempting to be a gentleman, the hand not on your head rested on your back. You could feel him shaking and, gods did you want to watch this man come undone!

Reaching down, your hand moved under his jacket to touch his ass, toned and firm from going up and down the steps of the palace multiple times a day.

Zain gave a pleased noise that was a cross between a moan and a gasp.

Zain bent his leg slightly and you positioned yourself so that you were straddling it.

Zain made a needy noise in the back of his throat as you began to grind yourself against him.

You moved your face away enough to catch the pleased and rather manly expression on his face. He was no longer the gentleman that you knew but someone else entirely, someone who wanted nothing more than to watch you come undone. Someone who wanted to see how far you wanted to go and then take you there over and over again.

Zain moved both hands to your hips now, guiding you to move more quickly and firmly against him.

You closed your eyes, head falling backwards. You couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him hold you and move you like that while you rode something other than his leg.

You didn’t have to wonder for long as Zain moved his leg away and pulled you towards him. Although you were both fully clothed, you could feel his hardness between your legs as you began to move together.

“I want you,” Zain whispered, just as the door opened.

Zain moved quickly, grabbing you in such a way that he could insist you had stumbled in shock when the door opened so suddenly.

You were disappointed that things had ended so soon but when no one was looking, Zain caught your eye. He winked, parted his lips, and ran his tongue seductively over his teeth. You knew, without words, that he was promising to finish what you had begun and you prayed you would get to find out exactly what he could do with that sinful tongue of his.

#Myrtle's Writing #BMP #Be my princess #be my princess party #Prince Keith #keith alford #Prince Joshua #joshua lieben #Prince Glenn #glenn casiraghi #Prince Edward #edward levaincois #Prince Roberto #Roberto Button #Prince Wilfred #wilfred spencer #Butler Zain #Zain Tolstoy

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smile-smile-ichthys · 5 years ago

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Making Claude Proud - Be My Princess Fanfic

Title: Making Claude Proud Game: Be My Princess by Voltage Inc Characters: MC, Wilfred, Claude, Keith, Luke, Cathy Description: There’s a fire at the orphanage in Liberty and the little boy Mike is trapped in there. MC can’t just stand around waiting, she has to do something.

“Oh come on, I was not that bad” I laughed as Wilfred, Prince Edward and Prince Keith walked down the street together. Of course, their butlers not far behind.

“We had to take the wine away from you for the rest of the evening” Wilfred kindly said.

“And all other kinds of alcohol” Edward piped up.

“And you still tried to get more drunk” Keith ended it.

We had just been out for a lovely meal together, a suggestion by Edward not too long ago, in order for us to strengthen ties between the kingdoms…you know, the usual ‘reasons’. But mainly to see how myself and Wilfred were doing since it was our 6 month anniversary that week. It really had been 6 whole months since we became officially a couple, 8 months since meeting him at that ball Mike threw. And I haven’t looked back since. I had made very good friends with all of the princes, but it was always difficult to set up a meet including all of them. In order to keep relationships with them, we had split meets like this, which usually meant food, especially if Prince Joshua was joining. Thank God he wasn’t, I just knew that restaurant was not up to his high standard palate. It would have ended up him complaining so much we would have gone back to Prince Keith’s Manse to have Luke just bring us food. Boring!

We’d had such a lovely time together, drinks, laughs, even Keith fully enjoyed himself with minimum arguments. Since he was hosting us this time, we had decided to walk through the town a little before Luke brought the car for us. It was his way to show off Liberty. I certainly didn’t mind, it was so nice to see what the other kingdoms had to offer that was different to Philip. What I was not enjoying was the teasing about the last time all of us had gotten together. Next time, I’d definitely watch the drinking.

“Alright, alright, I’ll make sure Claude keeps the alcohol away next time” I winked at them all.

“I would be more than happy to assist with that, miss” I glared at Claude playfully and he smirked back but his face fell when he saw something just ahead of us. I turned to look also. Smoke was rising high into the sky, thick and dense. A fire?

“Your highness” I heard Luke said from behind, suddenly next to Keith who both looked worried.

“Luke…that’s coming from” they both ran ahead and I couldn’t help but let go of Wilfred’s hand to run after them. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

We ran straight to where the fire was coming from, already hearing children screaming and shouting. Oh jeez. The size of the flames that were licking their way up into the sky was huge. It had completely engulfed the entire building. What the hell had happened? The heat was intense, I could feel my skin prickling with the burns already, and we weren’t even that close. Keith and Luke were already talking to a fire officer, sheer fear and horror on their faces. I saw Keith’s little sister holding onto a young boy not far from them.

Ignoring Claude and Wilfred telling me to get back, I ran over to Cathy and knelt down.

“What the hell happened?” I asked her.

“We have no idea! I wasn’t even supposed to be here at the orphanage today but, since my brother was out with you I thought I could just pay a quick visit, before I knew it we could smell smoke around the back and the whole place went up” she explained as I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Is everyone out?” I heard Wilfred ask behind me.

“I don’t know Prince Wilfred” Cathy said, shock still settling into her body.

That’s when I heard Keith and Luke talking about a boy who was missing. Mike?

“Mike’s still in there?!” Keith’s voice dropped.

“He’s not accounted for, your highness, and the fire department said it’s too dangerous to go in…” I heard the dean say.

My heart sank. There was still a child in there and no-one was making an effort for a rescue?! I couldn’t stop my legs from moving even if I wanted to. Before I knew it, I was on my feet, dodging Claude’s strong arms from grabbing me and ran straight for the side window of the building. I did hear Wilfred’s strangled cries as I slid through the broken window, and I couldn’t help but internally apologise to him, however, I couldn’t just sit by idly and watch a child lose their life.

The smoke was thick and I could hardly see a thing. The floor. I remembered being taught when I was little to slump to the floor and crawl if there was a fire. I let my legs give out carefully as I dropped and I immediately felt I could breathe a little better down here.

“Mike?!” I shouted as best as I could “Mike, where are you?” I shouted again, crawling around as best as I could.

“I’m here” I heard a tiny reply.

“Mike, keep talking darlin’, keep talking so I can find you!” I shouted again.

“I’m in the playroom” I heard him coughing out, clearly struggling.

“I’m coming, hold tight” I crawled over to the playroom and pushed my way inside. He had been a good lad and closed the door as best as he could to keep the flames out. Problem was, in order to get him out, I had to open the door all the way, meaning it wouldn’t take long for the fire to reach this room. I’d have to be quick.

I stood and hugged Mike when I finally got to him.

“I’m sorry” was all he said.

“No no darlin’, no need to be sorry! We’re gonna get you out now ok?” I said. The heard a window blow out from down the hallway and several bangs of things collapsing.

“I’m scared” I was too.

“Good, it’s a good thing to be scared, keeps you on your toes, keeps you safe” I said, forcing a smile “Mike, I want you to hold onto me, keep your eyes tightly closed, do not open them ok? I promise, when I tell you to open them next, we’re going to be outside, Cathy and Keith are there waiting for you” I said sternly.

“Keepy?” he asked.

“Yeah, he’s so worried about you! Now come on, cling on tight” I opened my arms again and pulled his legs around my waist “Remember, don’t open your eyes!” I felt him nod as he hid his face into my shoulder “Good lad” I turned and quickly headed out of the room.

The heat was starting to get to me. I could feel myself panting hard to keep up with the lack of oxygen and I had only been inside a few minutes, Mike had been in way longer. I had to keep him talking to stay awake.

“Hey, do you know a song? How about you teach me your ABCs?” I asked.

“You know them” he was quiet, quieter than before. No no, don’t fall asleep.

“OK, let’s sing them together” I said, desperately trying to find a route outside. I ran as best as I could towards the front door, navigating the corridor to avoid the flames that were quickly spreading.

“Come on, A, B, C, D…what comes after that?” I struggled to breathe, my lungs burning with the smoke causing me to start coughing.

“E…F and G” he replied weakly.

“Good, keep going!” I encouraged him. There! I saw the light of outside not far ahead of me. I ran. I ran like I had never done before. The whole building was collapsing around us and if I didn’t get out now, I’d never see Wilfred again. I’d never get scolded by Claude again either. I didn’t want that. I loved both of them with my entire being, I didn’t want this to be the end. I wanted to be by their side for many years to come.

We were so close to getting out when my foot fell through the floor.

“Ah” I yelled in pain. I felt something snap. Shit. Ouch.

“What’s wrong?” Mike began to move his head to see what had happened. I pushed it back gently against my shoulder.

“Nothing, I forgot what comes after M, that’s all, remind me” I said, pulling at my foot to try and get it free, tears forming in my eyes from the pain.

“Erm…I dunno” Mike said.

“Of course you do, you’re awesome Mike! Keith tells me all about you” I said, tugging harder.

“Erm…J, K, L, M, N!” he said happily.

“That’s it! Keep going!” I yelled as I finally pulled my foot free, both of us falling forward. I clung to the small boy, bracing against the pain as he sang the alphabet. Not far. Just a few feet. Come on. My vision was swimming, vision going in and out of focus for lack of oxygen and the pain shooting through my ankle. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. I’d disappointed Claude and let down Keith, Cathy, Luke, everyone. But worst of all, I’d hurt Wilfred. Maybe if I could just get Mike to run at least he’d be safe. I was about to lose consciousness when I heard voices coming from outside. I heard my name. It was Claude. Why was Claude yelling for me? Had I made a mistake in dance class again? I’m sorry Claude, I really am. I wanted to make you proud.

“Are we outside yet?” I heard Mike ask, snapping me out of my hallucination “Can I open my eyes?” Shit. I had made a promise.

“Princess’ never break promises, milady” I heard Claude’s voice in my head.

“No, they don’t” I whispered to myself “No, almost there darlin’, few more seconds” I grimaced through the pain in my ankle as I pulled myself up, clinging to Mike tightly.

I limped as best as I could towards the open door. Tears streamed down my face as I heard Mike reach the end of the alphabet. Air. Oh my God, pure air. I could feel it hit my face first before surging through into my lungs. We were outside. We’d made it.

I couldn’t help but smile as my legs gave way. The commotion was all around us and a fire officer was in front of me in an instant trying to take Mike away from me. His little hands gripped my top, refusing to let go.

“Mike, it’s ok, you can open your eyes now” I smiled down to him. His hands slowly released me and glanced around. He broke down into tears as the officer took him from me, just so happy to be outside and safe.

“Miss!” I heard Claude shout as he ran to me “don’t ever do that again!” I smiled as I looked up at him from the ground.

“Not lady like?” I asked in my raspy voice. He sighed heavily as he knelt down.

“Not really, can you walk?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“My ankle…” I said, refusing to look at it, knowing fine well I had broken it.

“Ah…hold onto me” he said, sliding his arms under my knees and around my back, lifting me with ease into the traditional princess style. I gripped around his neck tightly. “You may get a scolding from his highness”

“Not you? Maybe hell has frozen over” I chuckled but ended up coughing.

“No, not from myself this time” he looked down at me “I’m proud of my princess for doing what she did”

I blushed but smiled with happiness. I knew I’d get a heavy telling off from my prince once I had reached the ambulance, but I didn’t care, I’d made Claude proud. That’s all that mattered to me.

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