British Guys Aren't Cute

British Guys Aren't Cute - Chapter Twenty-Five

'I like the English. They have the most rigid code of immorality in the world,'

Malcolm Bradbury 

Chapter Twenty-five

Post 277:

Ball are stupid; alcohol makes it all better

Milo’s eyes widen as he walked into the room, his heart thumped hard against his rib cage. as his jaw practically dropped to the floor. Nora looked beautiful in her black, floor length dress, the material creating a black pool around her feet. The neck line was plunging, just on the borderline of appropriate. It was like seeing her in his clothes all again, very inappropriate thoughts clouding his mind. 

“Darling, shut your mouth; you’ll catch flies,” Nora winked, her brown hair up in a bun which had taken almost two hours for the hairdresser to make perfect. She was just as affect as Milo was with seeing him in a black suit, Milo in just every day clothes was hot; Milo in a tux was just breathtaking for Nora. A smile erupted on her face as he didn’t reply, clearly not hearing a word she had said. She picked up the front of her dress, trying for the step on it with her high heels, before walking over to Milo and gently pushing his jaw up to shut his mouth. 

His blue eyes fixed on Nora’s green ones, before Milo instantly leaned forward and kissed her lips wildly, wishing inside his head that he could just skip the ball and head straight home with Nora. 

“Somebody likes my dress,” She laughed quietly, pulling out of the kiss.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you dressed like that all night long! I’m not going to be able to think about anything else,” Milo admitted, his voice sounding all rough and strained, sending shivers down Nora’s spine. 

“Get in and get out?” Nora suggested, winking a little.

“You bet, babe,” Milo replied, grabbing her hand before practically pulling her out of the room, dragging her down the corridor trying to get the ball done as quick as possible. 

Butterflies filled Nora’s stomach as she began to thank Sean silently in her head for telling her to buy the dress. If all she had to do was sex-up to get out of balls then she would do it every night. 

They stood outside the double doors, waiting impatiently for the king and queen to arrive, Milo’s nails digging painlessly into Nora’s hand, making her wish more and more that they could just leave; or at least find a dark cupboard were they wouldn’t be found. 

“Damn parents,” Milo spoke under his breath. “Can we not just go in without them?” Milo questioned, turning to the guard who slowly shook his head, the guard finding it hard to peel his eyes off Nora. 

“Er... Sorry Prince Markus but you have to wait for the king and queen,” the guard apologized. Milo’s grip tightened around Nora’s hand, making her uncomfortable a little. She realized that he was getting jealous of the guard a little. She chucked a little before rolling her eyes at the concept of male dominance. She stepped forward slightly, before kissing Milo on the lips, his grip on her hand loosing completely as he let go and put the arm around the back of her head, pushing her closer and closer as the couple grew hungry for more, biting on each others lips; each of them trying to figure out an exit strategy. Nora’s arms wrapped around Milo’s waist, pulling him as close as possible, her nails digging into the material of his suit, making him moan at the back of his throat.