Seras gave me the opportunity to sleep in the guest room rather than on the couch. After I told her everything about me- what I can do, why the collar was so important, how I needed violence or sex- she was silent for the longest time, taking everything in. She scrubbed her face tiredly and seemed to have some kind of out of body experience, then she showed me the guest room and left me alone so she could go to her own room. Her emotions were everywhere and I wasn't sure how she was taking the news about me.
Now, though, in the morning, she feels much more stable. She's in her room but not getting ready. I already know she has a day off, that much I gleamed last night. That is unless there's a murder and she's called in.
Stuffing the butt end of a piece of bread in my mouth, my eyes watch the ceiling, my ears listening. My hunger pains are gone, thanks to Seras granting me permission to eat last night, but I haven't attempted to eat anything substantial just in case. So I put another piece of bread in my mouth and take a sip of water, still watching the ceiling. It sounds like Seras is using the bathroom.
Night nudges my knee and my gaze falls to him. He puts his head on my thigh and I offer him a chunk of bread, but he doesn't take it. I eat the chunk instead and watch Night move away from me and towards the back door. He wants to go out. I put down my meager breakfast and go open the back door and let Night out, then I go back to my meal.
Upstairs, it sounds like Seras has started the shower. I brush my hair out of my face and wish for a hair tie as I finish off my bread. I chase it down with the last of my water and listen for the shower to shut off. I'm eager to talk to Seras about our new relationship, especially now that she's rested and calm. I want to know what she has to say.
Eventually Seras finishes her shower and I hear her dress and blow dry her hair. Wiping the crumbs off my lap, I stand to be at the ready for when Seras joins me downstairs. I don't have to wait too long, and smile when I get a good look at her. Her hair is a messy picture, but I find that I like it, and I really enjoy her dressed down outfit of worn jeans and a faded blue shirt that's too short and shows off a flash of her lower belly.
"Sleep well?" I ask too quickly, my excitement shining through.
Seras grunts and runs a hand through her hair, parting it differently. "I slept," she mumbles. She pulls the refrigerator door open and makes a face. "Are you hungry? I'm hungry."
The bread didn't fill me up and somehow the water made me hungrier. "I'm hungry, too. Should I make something?"
Shutting the fridge, Seras eyes me, then my collar. "Right," she says, the word crisp. "I was thinking of going out, actually."
"Should I watch the house, then?"
"You're much more hopeless with that damn collar," she murmurs. Then, louder, " But who doesn't love a compliant friend? Change clothes. I already set out an outfit on my bed. You're coming out with me."
"Yes, mistress," I say, my feet already in motion.
"And don't call me that," she calls after me. When I'm jogging up the stairs, she adds, "In public!"
I smile as I come to Seras's room. She still wants me to call her mistress, and I sure don't mind only using the label in private. Blushing slightly, I adorn the clothes that Seras left for me on her bed. A pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. The whole outfit is too big for me, and I frown, realizing how much weight I've lost in the last few months thanks to malnutrition. I used to be a respectable weight with a decent amount of noticeable muscle, good-looking by today's standards, but now I'm all sharp corners and gangly limbs. I never cared how I looked but now that I have a mistress I have to wonder if I'm attractive enough for her. Sighing, I put on the belt Seras left out for me. I can easily gain some weight and pack on the muscle, but I need to ask Seras first. I need to know what she likes.
