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Title: Camping: Chapter Six: Clifford
Author: Lia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Princess leaves to meet Nicky at the airport.
Warning(s): Language.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Note(s): None.
The door man – the same door man who had been on duty when Princess had gone out on his shopping trip and come back, probably the same door man who had sent the packages from FAO Schwartz and Diamond’s up to Nicky and Princess’s apartment while Princess had been in the bathroom getting ready to go out to meet Nicky – held open the door so Princess could exit the cool, air conditioned lobby of the apartment building. Princess stepped out into the early July heat and almost turned around and headed back inside. He hated heat. And yet he was going camping tomorrow. Princess shuddered. At least the lodge where they were ‘camping’ would have air conditioning. The first thing Princess saw when he stepped out of the building – after he had somewhat adjusted to the heat – was an enormous African American man standing beside the open door of a long black stretch limo. The man was Clifford, Nicky’s chauffeur and occasionally Princess’s bodyguard. Nicky had hired the man because he came highly recommended and was rumored to be a trained assassin. He had wanted someone capable of protecting his Princess and, from the looks of the muscle bound man standing in front of said Princess now; Nicky was getting exactly what he was paying for. The fact that Princess did not like him was apparently of no consequence to Nicky.
Princess took his pink D&G rhinestone encrusted sunglasses out of his purse and put them on. “We’re going to be fucking late as it is so pretend you don’t see the speed limit signs,” he bitched at the body guard slash chauffeur as he slid into the back seat of the limo.
“As you wish, your highness,” Clifford said sarcastically as he shut the door. Had it not been said sarcastically Princess would totally have squealed. He loved it when Nicky or Raven or Taylor called him ‘your highness.’ As it was, he was so having another talk with Nicky about how they needed a replacement chauffeur slash body guard.
Once they were finally on their way to the airport, Princess raised the privacy screen between the front and back seats – more importantly, between himself and the hired help. He unfastened the buckles on his shoes and slipped them off. Nicky had lectured him several times about putting his feet on the seat while he still had his shoes on and having the soles of his shoes, particularly the heels, bite into the expensive leather. Now he automatically removed his shoes whenever he got into the car, whether he was tired or not, whether he was with Nicky or not. He pressed the intercom button and spoke into the tiny box. “Wake me when we get to the airport,” he ordered. Then, without waiting for Clifford to respond, he curled up on one of the seats and, exhausted from a full night of partying, very little sleep, and several hours of shopping, Princess closed his eyes and fell asleep, despite having complained in his last interview with Vogue about not being able to fall asleep without a soft comfortable bed beneath him and Nicky’s arms around him.
Author: Lia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Princess leaves to meet Nicky at the airport.
Warning(s): Language.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Note(s): None.
The door man – the same door man who had been on duty when Princess had gone out on his shopping trip and come back, probably the same door man who had sent the packages from FAO Schwartz and Diamond’s up to Nicky and Princess’s apartment while Princess had been in the bathroom getting ready to go out to meet Nicky – held open the door so Princess could exit the cool, air conditioned lobby of the apartment building. Princess stepped out into the early July heat and almost turned around and headed back inside. He hated heat. And yet he was going camping tomorrow. Princess shuddered. At least the lodge where they were ‘camping’ would have air conditioning. The first thing Princess saw when he stepped out of the building – after he had somewhat adjusted to the heat – was an enormous African American man standing beside the open door of a long black stretch limo. The man was Clifford, Nicky’s chauffeur and occasionally Princess’s bodyguard. Nicky had hired the man because he came highly recommended and was rumored to be a trained assassin. He had wanted someone capable of protecting his Princess and, from the looks of the muscle bound man standing in front of said Princess now; Nicky was getting exactly what he was paying for. The fact that Princess did not like him was apparently of no consequence to Nicky.
Princess took his pink D&G rhinestone encrusted sunglasses out of his purse and put them on. “We’re going to be fucking late as it is so pretend you don’t see the speed limit signs,” he bitched at the body guard slash chauffeur as he slid into the back seat of the limo.
“As you wish, your highness,” Clifford said sarcastically as he shut the door. Had it not been said sarcastically Princess would totally have squealed. He loved it when Nicky or Raven or Taylor called him ‘your highness.’ As it was, he was so having another talk with Nicky about how they needed a replacement chauffeur slash body guard.
Once they were finally on their way to the airport, Princess raised the privacy screen between the front and back seats – more importantly, between himself and the hired help. He unfastened the buckles on his shoes and slipped them off. Nicky had lectured him several times about putting his feet on the seat while he still had his shoes on and having the soles of his shoes, particularly the heels, bite into the expensive leather. Now he automatically removed his shoes whenever he got into the car, whether he was tired or not, whether he was with Nicky or not. He pressed the intercom button and spoke into the tiny box. “Wake me when we get to the airport,” he ordered. Then, without waiting for Clifford to respond, he curled up on one of the seats and, exhausted from a full night of partying, very little sleep, and several hours of shopping, Princess closed his eyes and fell asleep, despite having complained in his last interview with Vogue about not being able to fall asleep without a soft comfortable bed beneath him and Nicky’s arms around him.
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