Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

28 - That Kind of Girl

Analise stood in the doorway wrapped in a towel, her hair up.

Xavier lounged on the bed, wearing only boxers and a smile, nineteen neat stacks of 1,000 Simolean notes and a fan of smaller notes lay in front of him.

It could have been a scene taken straight out of 'Smooching with Woo-Who?'

Analise could be that kind of girl; she wanted to be that kind of girl. Slowly, deliberately, she raised her arms and unwound the towel from her hair. With a shake of her head, both towels heaped around her feet. She could feel Xavier's gaze caressing her skin.

She felt his fingers lightly brush a damp stand of hair from her cheek.

His palm cupping her breast, his thumb ...

His hand in the small of her back, pulling her close.

His lips gently brushing hers, his tongue ...

Analise didn't know how she expected to feel, but she felt ...

He held her hands and took a small step backwards to the bed, gently urging.

Analise didn't follow, she couldn't move. She felt nothing.

The door to the hut exploded inwards, the latch splintering from the frame. Cat-like, Xavier spun and ducked, a shuriken embedded itself in the wall with a sharp metallic twang. Melissa crouched outlined in the doorway.

Without taking his eyes from her, Xavier slowly lifted his hand to his cheek and felt the fresh warm blood from the newly opened cut.

"Poisoned?", he asked matter-of-factly.

"No time", Mel replied wistfully. "I see you've met my twin sister", she added.

"Ah. That would explain the lack of a certain scar." He ran his index finger along the cut on his cheek and suggestively sucked the blood off, "Even?"

"Not remotely close", Mel said flatly.

"We both need another body", Xavier said, tilting his head towards Analise, "is this it?"

Mel's expression was emotionless.

"Put some clothes on Annie", Mel growled, "this one's mine."

Analise didn't moved.

"Get dressed!", Mel barked, with an authority that was used to being unquestionably obeyed. The words simply bypassed reasoning and triggered something directly in Analise's muscles. Mechanically, Analise fastened the bikini top, wrapped the sarong around her waist and pushed her feet into the beach shoes.

"Inside or out?", enquired Xavier.

Mel’s gaze travelled slowly around the hut. "Such sweet memories. Would be a shame to ruin them", she replied, with remorse. "Anyway", she added sultrily, "I might want to bring my next lover here". She stepped backwards and back-flipped off the porch onto the sand below, Xavier vaulted after her. Dream-like, Analise followed them.

Crouching, but perfectly balanced, Mel and Xavier circled each other on the balls of their feet, just outside of striking range. Mel held a wicked looking blade in her right-hand.

"That's cheating", Xavier nodded at the blade, as they continued to circle.

"Who ever said I played fair?"

"Poisoned?"

"Why don't you come here and find out"

The blows, kicks, parries and blocks rained thick and fast, then they were circling again.

"You're slowing down", Xavier said, "getting flabby?"

"No, some bastard poisoned me last week"

"Sorry about that"

The deluge of blows, punches, feints, ducks and kicks landed too fast for Analise to keep up.

They circled again, both breathing heavily, a deep cut on Xavier's forearm was bleeding profusely.

"Not poisoned then"

"Apparently not, so I still owe you for that"

The mistake was tiny. It wasn't even a mistake, just misfortune. Xavier's perfectly poised left foot unexpectedly rolled off a shell no bigger than a baby's thumb. The blade in Mel's right hand was arrowing directly into his left eye - he knew death would be instant and he welcomed it.

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