SPLIT Oneshots: Only The Sexy Vol 5 ( BF )

41: Orwell's Goddess

*Orwell X My OC Molly ( First meeting story - Molly meets Orwell for the first time and mistakes him for Dennis)

Orwell finally takes the light. It seemed like he had been in the dark for weeks, made all the more torturous because he had a fascinating little book waiting for him. What could be more tempting than 'The story and science of the reading brain'? For a few glorious hours it will just be him and his temporal and parietal lobes enjoying the wonder of symbol recognition!

Molly suddenly comes home and in the door, throwing her book bag on the chair next to the door, she smiles at him "I'm home!"

Orwell doesn't even notice the noise, deep as he is learning about the complexities and links between Sumerian and Akkadian writing systems.

She walks up to him, looking down at him in confusion with her hands on her hips "I'm home now sweetie" she repeats.

Orwell's eyes widened, too surprised to hold it in he spoke "It is astounding to think that Sumerian writing outlived the native speakers of the language by 1000 years!" nose still buried in the book.

Molly lifts the book from his grasp and looks at it "I never knew you liked this kind of stuff"

"Noooo!" Orwell grabbed for the book "the Egyptian partial consonantal syst-" He froze, suddenly realizing he wasn't alone anymore. Sometimes in the room with the chairs he would re-reading books he remembered and the other alters would steal them like this... but right now he was in the light so it had to be someone else. He looks up, unsure who he is talking to "Greetings?"

"Why you acting so different today?" she asks lifting a brow.

"Me? No, dramatics are not my thing. I don't do stagecraft." He focused on her, seeing that she was a petite flaxen-haired Venus. Straightening up in the chair, hope sliding into his voice "Are you interested in intellectual development?"

"I don't know.." she crosses her arms "I just thought you be happier to see me after not being around me all day daddy" she pouts a little.

Orwell frowns a little, most of his mind still several centuries away. Did she say Daddy? "Verily I am pleased to see you, it seems an age since I have conversed..."

She sits down beside him and puts her hand on his forehead, feeling for a fever "What do you mean?"

Orwell is pleasantly surprised by the contact. There is no feeling of touch when they do not have the light, so he leans in slightly enjoying the novel care he is receiving. He realizes now that this nymph has a connection to one of the other alters, and has mistaken him for them. Sighing he says "I believe you have come to a fallacious conclusion. I am unsure who you think me to be, but your concern is appreciated regardless."

"Aren't you my Dennis bear?" she asks now kissing his face sweetly.

Orwell experiences a division of being. On one hand he is intoxicated by the sensation, on the other hand the mention of Dennis creates a sliver of fear. The Protector is much stronger, and will surely retaliate in some way for this trespass.

She huffs slightly feeling like he wasn't interested and gets up "I'm going to take a shower" she walks off upstairs but takes her time, slightly looking over her shoulder at him with a little twinkle in her eye.