Be the Transfixed HeirIt's official. Dave's body is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Like, ever. He's standing there and all you can do is stare. You just can't bring your eyes to tear away from him. Seriously. He's just…just… beautiful.The sun lights his hair, both the golden mass atop his head and the finer strands on his arms and legs. Not to mention that slightly darker gold path that travels downward from his navel, to disappear into his shorts. Oh gog, those shorts. The material is so thin and white, that when wet, it clings to everything. EVERYTHING. And is practically see through.Everything is just so perfect. The muscles that cord beneath his pale skin. The freckles that gather here and there. His lean torso, broad shoulders, and thin hips.You're sudden very happy that the water you're standing in is somewhat cool. It helps calm your nether regions, because Dave has all but set them on fire. Okay, breath. You can do this. You want to seduce Dave, not gawk at him like an idiot."Like what you see, your highness?" He says, giving you a knowing smirk. You blush, heavily.You clear your throat. "Your wounds seem to have healed up nicely." You comment, doing your best to keep a level voice.There's a faint pink line on his left arm, running from his elbow back around to his shoulder. The cut on his cheek is gone completely. There's a darker pink line of scar tissue that goes from right next to his navel, around his hip to disappear below his shorts."This one's still a little jagged." He says, running his fingers along that last scar. You want to do that. You want to do that really bad. You want to feel him, too. And more than that, you want him to feel you. You want him to feel exactly what you're feeling.Suddenly your feet are moving. It's sluggish, being in the water, but you're headed for the shore. You pull yourself out of the water and quickly work to get your boots off. "I don't want to be in wet clothes either." You say, your voice very even and measured. You've adopted a casual conversational, yet slightly formal voice. It's one you would use with guests.You stand and turn to face him. "Dave." You say, your voice holding all the authority you can muster.He stares back at you, suddenly wary. "John." His voice is blank, as is his expression."Undress me."His eyes widen ever so slightly. "I don't think-""Dave." You cut him off. You're not smiling. You've got your prince face on. "Undress me.""John-""My clothes are wet and I don't want to get sick." You say. "Undress me.""Egbert-""Take the pants off your prince, Sir Dave." You say sternly, raising your voice for added effect.The result is instant. Dave's face hardens, his lips press into a thin line. His eyes reveal nothing. You're starting to recognize this as his I'm-going-to-hide-all-my-feelings-from-you-Egbert-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it face. But just the fact that he's using that mask means he's feeling things he doesn't want you to know about."Yes, milord." His voice is tight.You hold out your arms to the sides, like you do when the servants dress you in your fancy formal clothes. He holds your gaze as his fingers work at undoing your belt. You stare back at him, unflinching. He rips off your belt with a little too much force than necessary and tosses it to the side. Then his fingers are at the hem of your tunic and you automatically lift your arms over your head. He tugs your shirt upward, far too slowly.You inhale sharply in a small gasp when his knuckles brush against your skin. You feel your cheeks warm but you don't dare look away from Dave. He holds your gaze until the shirt is covering your face. When the material is tugged over your head, his eyes are still on yours, but they seem a lot closer. You involuntarily gulp but try to keep your stern princely look. You don't think you're doing a very good job.He tosses your tunic away and his hands are sliding down your chest, his fingers barely touching your sides. A shiver runs down your spine. His hands stop at your hips. They rest there for a moment, holding you gently like you're some kind of precious treasure that just might slip away from him. And from the look in his eyes, that's exactly what he sees you as.For the first time, you realize exactly why Dave doesn't want to get close to you again.