The Collector and Her Steed

Chapter 29

(A/N: Sorry about the mini unannounced hiatus, I was starting to get writers block so I had to take a mini break to keep my brain from going to mush. I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter I did leave you off on though.  If you have any suggestions for the story, feel free to comment them darlings)

Dim light cascaded down from the dirt speckled skylight, covering the slumbering duo in a warm glow. Heisenberg was the first one to stir, groggily opening his bright eyes as he sat up. Mira was huddled up to his side, a peaceful look upon her face as she slept. A shadow of a smile crossed Heisenberg's lips as he brushed some hair out of her face. Thinking of the night before, his faint smile turned into his trademark smirk. Gently cupping her cheek, he began stroking her cheekbone with his calloused thumb. Leaning over momentarily, he left her with a kiss to the forehead before climbing off of the bed.

Kicking off his boots, he made his way over to the dresser that held Mira's clothes. Opening the bottom drawer, he pulled out a dusty pair of dark denim jeans. Patting off the layers of dust, he set it on top of the dresser before grabbing out a thin, cotton button up. The sound of fabric flopping onto the floor echoed through the silent cement and brick room. Kicking his pants that he'd been wearing for god knows how long to the side, he slipped into the dark denim jeans. Sliding on the shirt and only buttoning it up about halfway, he walked out of the room to start making them breakfast.

The scent of eggs and bacon drifting in through the vents, stirring Mira from her slumber. Sitting up, the slight breeze coming from the vents above quickly made her realize she was still very nude from the night before. Wrapping a blanket around herself, she slid off of the bed and went over to the dresser to grab the shirt she stole from Heisenberg. Slipping it on and buttoning it up, she grabbed some underwear and quickly put them on. Putting on her shoes, she followed her nose out of the room.

Making her way through the dimly lit factory, she slowly made her way towards a doorway that had a faint glow seeping through the slits. Easing it open, she stepped inside and found Heisenberg slaving away at a makeshift cooktop, his back turned towards her. Taking in a deep whiff of the scents littering the air, she let go of the door/door frame and snuck up behind him. Slinking her arms around his hips, she pressed the side of her face against his muscular back. One of Heisenberg's hands moved to rest on top of hers and he gently began rubbing her knuckles.

"I didn't want to wake ya buttercup, you looked so peaceful." He glanced over his shoulder at her, smiling at the sight of her in his shirt. "Did you make it here without the walker?" He removed his hand from hers and turned in her arms so he could look at her fully.

Nodding her head, her eyes drifted up his body until they finally met his. "I just held onto the walls when needed. I'm surprised I can walk after last night." A faint blush brushed across her cheeks as she giggled, flashbacks of the night before popping into her head. Gingerly stepping back, she took in his somewhat fresh new look. "I didn't think you owned anything other than what you've been wearing."

Looking down at his clothes, he shrugged and stepped to the side so he could watch both her and the cooktop. Flipping some strips of bacon, he glanced over at her. "You're not the only one full of surprises darlin, I've got some up my sleeve. Gotta keep my audience entertained." Sending her a wink, he pinched the ends of the bacon with his fingers and moved them onto a plate. "If you're feeling better and like you can walk, would you like to head back over to the pub today? I know you're probably killing to take another bath, especially with how sweaty I got you last night." Chuckling, he slid some potato slices into the bacon grease and didn't flinch as the pan spit out boiling droplets of grease.

Shaking her head and slipping over to a crate sat in the corner of the room, she climbed onto it and made herself comfortable. "I guess we could go over, if you promise that I can also wash you off, and maybe wash your clothes. I feel like the only time they've been 'washed' was when you fell in the river." Scrunching her nose at the thought, she shook her head. "Yeah, I'm definitely washing your clothes."

Shooting a glance over at her, he chuckled. "I guess it only makes sense, but after I'm clean I am definitely joining you in your bath." Sending over another cheeky wink, he slid the fried potato slices out of the pan and onto the two plates. Walking over to Mira, he handed her a plate and leaned against the wall. Taking a piece of bacon, he tore into it.

The two focused on their breakfast, not talking much as they inhaled the food. Once they were both done, Heisenberg took the dishes and just set them off to the side before waltzing back over and scooping Mira into his arms. Gently squeezing her bare thighs, he carried her back to the room. "I'd suggest putting on some pants. I enjoy the view and I don't really want to share the view with everyone in the village." Setting Mira down, he chuckled as she playfully shoved him. "So feisty when you're not tied up." The blush that attacked Mira's face just made him chuckle more. Playfully pinching her ass through the shirt she was wearing, he made his way over to the pile of his clothes in the corner. Scooping it up, he placed the pile into Mira's bag.

It took them about half an hour to get to the pub. They received a few odd looks, seeing as the villagers were definitely not used to seeing Heisenberg walking through the village and were most definitely not used to the sight of him carrying someone on his back. They paid them no mind though, they were expecting the weird looks.

Once inside, Heisenberg set Mira down gently and took her backpack from her. "I'll take these out back if you want to set up the tub for me. Knowing you, you'll want to keep my funk out of your good stuff."

Rolling her eyes, Mira made her way up to the bathroom to set up the bath for Heisenberg. She moved any fabric away from the tub and went off to find an older towel she wouldn't mind getting covered in layers of grease and filth. Turning the tap on, she grabbed out a bar of soap and set it on the rim of the tub. Mira was too busy with getting the tub ready that she didn't notice Heisenberg standing behind her. The only thing that alerted her to his presence was the sound of his clothes hitting the floor.

Spinning around she was greeted with the sight of a butt ass naked Heisenberg standing in the doorway. Sharply inhaling, Mira's eyes snapped up to his face. "You could've waited until I was out washing the clothes."

Stepping forward, Heisenberg reached up to stroke her now very red cheek. "Yeah I could've, but you're too cute when you're flustered to pass up the chance of seeing it." Gently pinching her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Don't push yourself too hard darlin, if you can't finish washing the clothes I'll come out and help. We don't need you bleeding internally."

Trying to keep her eyes from wandering down his body, Mira looked to the side. "I'll go slow, gotta give you some time to really get that grease and god knows what build up off of ya." Awkwardly patting his hand that was still caressing her cheek, she stepped to the side so she could make her way out of the bathroom. Taking a few steps forward, she glanced back to see if her suspicions were true. Heisenberg did in fact have a decently plump ass, a quality Heisenheiny.

Heisenberg looked back just in time to catch her sneaking a peek of booty, chuckling as he made his way over to the tub. Sliding into the water, he blew her a kiss as he settled into the warm water. Squealing, Mira closed the door and left him alone to bathe.