PAT2012 – Mordred x Driver by Ayleczander
Pair-A-Thon 2012 Entry
The Agreement
by ~Ayleczander
You all know why I’ve gathered you here. He said facing away from them, blonde hair waving in the breeze, arms crossed sternly behind his back. I have figured the entire thing out. The murder is-
The florist Mordred thought with a sigh. Could have been interesting had I not figured it out eleven chapters ago. Perhaps it’s time for a change of pace. I’ve read nearly every book in my personal library, what then should I-
“Driver” Mordred said in a casual tone. Despite this she heard him, stepping into the room in an instant with a “Yes, Chief?” He would have suspected that she was watching him had he not known for a fact that she spent a fair amount of time doing just that. “I need something different to read. Would you mind lending me one of those romance novels you try to keep hidden?”
“Sure thing Chief.” And she was off, returning a few minutes later, book in hand. Jane Austen
Mordred noted to himself. Very well it will have to do. “Thank you Driver, that will be all.” As she walked off he opened the book and began to read. Ten minutes later he called Driver back in. “I can’t read this.”
“That’s got it Chief, I thought you wouldn’ta liked the romance stuff.”
“Oh I have no problems with the genre. I merely find it rather distracting that Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth’s names have been scratched out and replaced with mine and yours respectively.”
“Ah’ Driver managed to get out before snapping her mouth shut, starting to show distinct signs of red.
“I don’t suppose you have any of the same genre not also so marked?”
“Err”
“I see. Very well, I was beginning to grow hungry. Dinner out I think. Put on a nice dress, would you?”
“Table for two ma’am?” The server asked. Huh, usually they mistake me for a guy. Must be the dress, Driver thought. Or rather she would have thought had Mordred not surprised her, by not only answering in the affirmative, but by requesting somewhere quiet and candlelit. When they got to the table though she hesitated. “Chief I shouldn’t, I’m an employee.”
“You are also a close friend. Sit.” Mordred rather enjoyed the repast. The food and service were excellent. Why he could almost think they knew who really owned the place. The company wasn’t terrible either, even if he had to coax driver into light conversation. Honestly, it wasn’t like they didn’t know each other well enough.
“Where’s Sugar hiding at Chief? He always seems to be hanging around.” Driver asked trying to keep to neutral avenues of conversation.
“He’s out dealing with some two bit world conqueror.” Mordred said dismissively. “Some idiot’s gotten his hands on a magical ring and it’s gone to his head. It’s nothing Lackey can’t handle.” He made a throwing away gesture with his hands. “Regardless it’s… nice to just have dinner with you again. How long has it been since we’ve done this?”
As far as Driver knew they had never really had a dinner, (chief hadn’t called it a date and neither would she) like this. For the most part though Driver focused on the idea that this was just some normal dinner with the Chief. As much as she’d like it to be more, this was probably just another of his whims. The candles really weren’t helping her on this though.
After they had finished and were walking out, Mordred spoke up. “It’s really rather early to go to bed. And that crate of books won’t arrive before tomorrow. There is that ball being held nearby though-”
And so despite her (feeble) protests Driver found herself dancing with Chief. She was half suspicious, half hopeful that he had planned this actually, particularly in light of his request that she wear a dress.
Mordred found himself in the unusual, (for him anyway), position of working up a light sweat. Despite classes, Driver had always been a merely competent dancer and nerves weren’t helping her any. Fortunately Mordred was more than capable of leading. Driver was of course in ecstasy throughout the rest of the evening. Chief had even tolerated a chaste kiss to his cheek as they were leaving. Even the presence of Sugar waiting for them didn’t sour her mood. What happened next did.
“I can’t believe you actually went through with it, Mordred” Wiglaf said incredulously “I mean it seems a little cruel, doesn’t it?”
“Now Lackey when opportunity knocks, you open the door. The dye is in you room, neon blue as agreed.”
Driver whirled around. “You mean this whole thing was ah BET!” she said building into a bellow. Her hands pulled themselves into fists, and her entire body seemed to tense. “I’M GOING TO-”
“Ainsley wait” Mordred said stepping in.
“TEAR YOUR THROAT OUT WITH A RAK-” wait what did he just call me?
Mordred Then did the only thing she couldn’t have expected. It was not as these things go the greatest kiss in the world. Somehow Driver didn’t care, for her world had just became that much closer to perfect. After she had wandered off to bed, (still dazed) Mordred turned to Wiglaf.
“You know Lackey if she acts like she did tonight again I might have to fire her”
“You’d do that?”
“Well you know mother’s policy on fraternizing with the help….”
1 Comment
Good job capturing the little idiosyncrasies of Mordred’s relationship with Driver. It’s very cute, and it becomes really funny when Wiglaf’s bet with Mordred is revealed. Driver starting to go into a rage and then suddenly feeling blissful and serene is a nice touch! XD