Flirting
Title: Flirting
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Dexter’s a little out of practice.
“Tell me, do you plan on taking a break any time soon?” Iris asked, perching on the rail near Dexter. “I am sure your daughter misses you.”
Dexter pushed his glasses up his nose, glancing away from the computer screen in front of him for only a moment. “You gave her a pony, Your Highness. She hardly knows I’m alive.” He looked right at Iris. “I’m kind of dreading going home. Where am I gonna put a pony?”
“We will have to keep it here for when you two return,” she said. “And my name is ‘Iris’. I have given you permission to call me by name many times. How many more must I do it?”
“At least once more, Your Highness.”
“I give you permission,” Iris said imperiously, waving her hand. “Do as I say.”
Dexter turned away from the screen, grinning. “You know, another princess used to say the same thing to me.” He paused, cleaning his glasses on his shirt. “I don’t listen to her, either.”
“You should. We princesses are very wise.”
“She told me not to come here in the first place.”
Iris tossed her head. “Then she is a fool, and is not to be listened to. Anyway, a feast has been prepared.”
“I’m fine.” Dexter fished a granola bar out of his pocket and held it up for Iris to see.
“Man cannot live on granola alone.” She waved a hand again. “Step away with me, or I shall be forced to fry your computer.”
“Well, I can’t win against that argument, now can I?” Dexter asked, letting Iris take his hand and lead him away.
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Dexter’s a little out of practice.
“Tell me, do you plan on taking a break any time soon?” Iris asked, perching on the rail near Dexter. “I am sure your daughter misses you.”
Dexter pushed his glasses up his nose, glancing away from the computer screen in front of him for only a moment. “You gave her a pony, Your Highness. She hardly knows I’m alive.” He looked right at Iris. “I’m kind of dreading going home. Where am I gonna put a pony?”
“We will have to keep it here for when you two return,” she said. “And my name is ‘Iris’. I have given you permission to call me by name many times. How many more must I do it?”
“At least once more, Your Highness.”
“I give you permission,” Iris said imperiously, waving her hand. “Do as I say.”
Dexter turned away from the screen, grinning. “You know, another princess used to say the same thing to me.” He paused, cleaning his glasses on his shirt. “I don’t listen to her, either.”
“You should. We princesses are very wise.”
“She told me not to come here in the first place.”
Iris tossed her head. “Then she is a fool, and is not to be listened to. Anyway, a feast has been prepared.”
“I’m fine.” Dexter fished a granola bar out of his pocket and held it up for Iris to see.
“Man cannot live on granola alone.” She waved a hand again. “Step away with me, or I shall be forced to fry your computer.”
“Well, I can’t win against that argument, now can I?” Dexter asked, letting Iris take his hand and lead him away.