Disclaimer: Beverly Hills Teens is not my property only my OC Areli “Rocksi” is. The series is owned by DIC/Cookie Jar and others involved. This is a mixture of sweet and sass, so a few little naughty words and some “intimate” situations may slip, causing you to blush a little. But I do promise you some laughs and some realness; life imitates art. Rated M
“Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between
I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
Cause I'm the next big thing! _ - Weezer
Chapter 21- The “Charmed” Life pt. 2
”Blaze, it was so strange that day,” Prince Albert began, staring at the beautiful tulips of the Hampton Court Palace Gardens. The air was crisp and not so chilly, the sky, midnight blue with twinkling stars. Blaze's hand, adorned with a giant, pear-shaped sapphire from Harry Winston, was entwined with his. In his royal, formal, uniform bedecked with badges and medals, Prince Albert seemed older, more mature than his biological age.
”Strange?” she asked, squeezing his hand, her calluses pricking against the softness of his own.
”I say 'strange' because it was a shift in my usual routine. My butler, Wiggins, the one who showed you the gowns, woke me up, handing me breakfast and the latest issue of Teen Scene magazine. When I looked at the cover, it was you...you were on a horse and you were smiling. Your smile was so genuine, and your posture on the horse was so comfortable. I could tell right then, you were happy with the simple things in life. Then, I read your interview and in those pictures, you were wearing jeans, a plaid shirt tied at your waist and chaps. Your hair was pulled back and you were just so … gorgeous, and real...to me. And the whole time I was reading about you, Wiggins was going on about royal lunch, royal dinner, Grand Ball...and I just didn't want to hear another conversation about a Princess's jewel collection. My mother collects jewelry stores for Heaven's sake, plus, she has three diamond mines in South Africa. I just wanted a girl I could laugh with, have fun with..share my love for horses and the beauty of nature with...”
”All Princesses are superficial, Prince Albert?” asked Blaze in disbelief mixed with modesty. “Surely, some don't let a crown and years of legacy determine their personality,” she replied playing devil's advocate. “Some of them were pretty nice to me and my friends in the ballroom.”
Prince Albert smiled, turning to face his lovely date. Taking both her hands into his, the handsome Prince placed tender kisses across her hardened knuckles, tasting the floral scented hand soap. Whoever had been commissioned to do Blaze's makeup had done an immaculate job. The dark blue shadows were blended magically, and the false eyelashes were long, thick, and flirtatious. Her hair had been curled into loose, flowing waves, and during the night, he had caught himself twirling a strand of it around his finger. Pressing her lips together, Blaze caught her breath, waiting to exhale when his uneven eyes were affixed on her blue ones.
”The fact that you see the good in everyone makes my feelings for you run an even further distance,” he revealed, placing a kiss onto her forehead. He could tell that she was not used to such sincere affection and wondered why none of the blokes in the Teen Club had ever taken her as theirs.
”They are trained to be cordial even through a haze of jealousy,” Albert replied, kissing her hands again, then placing them onto his chest. Nervously, Blaze flexed her fingers, feeling medals and badges.
”Albert, I'm just a displaced, hard-working, cowgirl. I don't like drama, and I feel more comfortable in a pair of ripped jeans instead of a bandage dress. I mean, I feel comfortable right now, in what I'm wearing, but I'm no 'Princess' like Bianca or my other friends.” Albert smiled, gently resting either hand on each side of her waist. Blaze, lost in the moment, moved her head from Albert's chest, wrapping around him in a gentle hug. Overwhelmed, still in disbelief that she was being courted by a Prince, she closed her eyes, reveling in the moment.
”Blaze, my darling, you may live in Beverly hills, but you are not of Beverly Hills, which is why I traveled far to retrieve you. And mark my words, I will have you. You are worth every mile and then some,” Albert debated, stroking her exposed back, making her skin tingle.
The cowgirl smiled, enjoying the feel of being touched in such a sweet, innocent way. Albert was in an absolute state of bliss.
”The best Princess is one who has no idea she has the potential to be treated like one; not a girl who entitles herself,” Albert reassured. Her head jerking, Blaze lifted up, her mouth ajar, her heart, beating faster than a thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby. This wasn't happening; surely, the whole night was just a dream. This was scene from a page of Larke Tanner's book, surely not her own.
”Prince Albert...do you realize...are you even conscious off all the things you have told me from California to now?” she asked with a look of incredulity. “I'm not doubting your words...I've just never been told these things...ever,” said Blaze. Leaning down, Prince Albert arrested the diamond cowgirl's lips into a kiss, allowing his tongue to swirl around hers. Unable to resist, Blaze clutched his jacket, while his hands kneaded her lower back, which was a chronic sore place.
'Please don't be a frog, please don't be a frog...' were the thoughts running through Blaze's mind, enjoying the kiss and the scent of the Prince's expensive cologne nonetheless. She could hear the water sprouting from the fountains, the music from the ballroom, and the cooing of birds from the trees, but she no longer heard any doubts that were once formed in her mind. Prince Albert's lips and tongue were passionate, giving an air of devotion, his hands were gentle, massaging her, easing the tension was often held in the lower part of her spine, just above her butt. Prince Albert, slid his tongue away, nibbling on her bottom lip before breaking their kiss fully.
”Shit,” was all Blaze could utter from the sudden loss of air. Chuckling Prince Albert understood and did not take it as an infraction.
”I fully realize and am responsible for the things I say. Because it's what I feel”, Albert answered, looking every bit a fairy tale Prince standing at about 6'2 with a strong build, his hair, a beautiful dark chestnut, cut similar to Pierce's and his gorgeous , tawny face carried oblong features with a very strong jaw and chin. But his most distinguishing feature... was his eyes...one was the color of the sea and other was the color of the sea mixed with bits of the shore. Resting his forehead against hers, Albert smiled small, hoping she was more comfortable with the situation.
”Blaze, European men are much different than the men of America, “ he continued. “When we see a woman we want, we don't piss around and waste time. I...I like to underpromise and overdeliver. I heard that from...P.Diddy. Is that his name?”
Blaze chuckled, nodding. “Well...you weren't that forthcoming about your title, Albert, and I'll admit I was pissed ...because technically...dude, you deceived me. But...you went through all this trouble...you traveled from across the ocean ,heaven knows how many hours to see me...lil ol Blaze Summers.”
”And in those few days, I realized that lil ol Blaze Summers is the woman to be my Princess...and ultimately my Queen,” said Albert, placing her hand against his cheek, so she she could feel just how serious he was. ” I'm not a kid anymore, and I don't play around. All I can think about is how much I want you in my life. It's not going to be easy, but nothing really good comes easily. “
Blaze was speechless. Not only was Albert kind, but he was sharp, modest, and wonderful with horses. He was not jaded by his affluence, nor conceited or cocky about being a Prince, and most of all he was real. Gazing at him, taking in his complete, unwavering eye contact, and promising smile, her heart began to melt, pooling into her stomach. She had to do...something.
”You're not a frog...”she breathed, before boldly stepping closer into this space, capturing his lips into a kiss so willing, so deep, Albert had no choice but to close his eyes, crushing her against his body, holding her even tighter than before. Blaze was insatiable, holding Albert's face between her French-manicured hands, a sapphire and diamond cuff bracelet glimmering in the security light of the palace gardens, her lips, smacking against his, their tongues massaging, battling.
”Late at night when all the world is sleeping...I stay up and think of you...and I wish on a star...that somewhere you are thinking of me too...”
”I'm sorry, but I love this song,” she explained against his lips, breaking the kiss, wrapping her arms around Albert's neck, swaying her body, urging him to follow. Understanding her body language, Albert nuzzled her forehead, following her lead.
”No apologies, my Princess,” he joked. Blaze chuckled, wanted to playfully smack his arm, but refrained.
”Cause I'm dreaming of you , tonight..til tomorrow...I'll be holding you tight...and there's nowhere in the world Id rather be...than here in my room..dreaming about you and me....”
”This will be our song, Blaze, now and forever,” Albert vowed, looking up at the stars for a quick moment, smiling at the one that shined bright like a diamond.
Song lyrics: "Dreaming of You" by Selena. All designer names are factual and don't belong to me.