A House Of My Own

Spirits

I let her stay. I couldn't tell you why. Something just made me want to make sure she was alright. The thought of her getting lost on the forest paths made me nervous. So I offered her the couch and she took it. I didn't know what to do once she was inside. It's too small a place to leave her alone really, so we drank whiskey and spoke. Felt like I said the most Ive said in a few years this week.

She was so different to Sylvi. I noticed it right away. Sylv was always working, sucked into her job at the firm and very serious. If she knew I was up here in the woods she'd have divorced me from the grave. But Day, Day was so active, seemed invincible just choosing to do anything and everything she wanted. She seemed scared though. Maybe it was me. I'm a big guy and don't know how to look less intimidating. She seemed as though she was getting used to me,the way she commanded I have dinner and that she drive me home. I was nice to be taken care of, not tiptoed around like the folk in town tend to do.

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I still had her bra, the thought came to me while we were sitting eating breakfast at the table. A could feel my whole face heating up thinking of it. She would likely think I was a creep if I brought it up. More so if I didn't and she found out.

"What are you thinking about?" she seemed amused. She could tell I was embarrassed.

"nothing..." I shot back softly.

"I don't think it's nothing. Somethings got you pinker than a 60's prom dress" she giggled.

Chuckling at her comment I shook my head. "I found somethin' in the forest, when you left in a hurry. After Blue knocked you down..."

She seemed confused, her face asked what it was.

Standing up from the table I went to my cupboard bringing out the delicate lace and placing it on the table between us. She seemed to choke on her coffee.

"Oh" she said, embarrassed.

"it just came to mind and I knew that if I kept it any longer it would be weird but I also didn't want to just give it back first thing cos you don't know me and it's a bit odd for me to just be handing you underwear willy-nilly, even if it is yours." I scratched my head, not looking her in the eye.

"Thanks Dorian" she whispered, taking the small garment, unfolding it and holding it up. "what do you think of it?" she seemed deep in though about the bra. I was confused and desperately wanted to change the conversation.

Coughing I responded. "Umm, I don't know if my opinion matters, Day..."

Looking at me she began to laugh, "It's not mine, silly. It's the shops! What do you think of the style, I was thinking of reworking the pattern, making it a little different."

Feeling my face get impossibly pink I sighed, "oh, of course... Hmm, could be sturdier? Doesn't seem to give much uh, hmm, support." I muttered, feeling very foolish.

"that's true, this is the petite range though. I have a more size inclusive range but they don't fit me. Could be interesting to get a sturdier Itty bitty range though." I could tell her mind would be on reworking her design all morning if she didn't get back to the workshop and start actually doing it.

" Would you like to get going then, so you can start with the des - " she cut me off

" - And the clasp, hmwhat do think of that", passing me the bra.

I held the impossibly small thing in my hands using my thumb and forefinger to unclasp and reclasp the back.

"Seems easy enough, but I wouldn't ever have to use it." handing it back to her.

"I was thinking about what it's like for bigger hands to remove, how user friendly the product is... But I guess I should cater to the ladies wearing not the partners taking them off, although they do tend to sell well over valentines day..." I caught on to what she meant probably later than I should have and felt my palms sweating. I hadn't really spoken about sex in 10 years and to hear her speak so openly about it stumped me.

"Oh sorry, now I am rambling, I should get home and start with some mock ups. Thank you for the breakfast and the coffee, and the couch. Oh and the bra" she giggled at the last part.

I couldn't help but scratch me head. I don't think I could meet her eyes for a while.

I took the washing up inside helping her with her plate and mug. She didn't help to clean but I didn't mind. Grabbing the pieces she said she would mend, she left, not before making me draw a detailed map of how to get home.

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A/N

Poor Dorian is embarrassed.

xJR