My foot is tapping the floors and I'm scratching Night's head incessantly, though he seems to like it. It's been hours and Seras is still not home. I know she won't be coming back for a while, maybe even later, but I'm still fidgety. I don't know what she had in mind when she said she'd deal with me later, but I know at least she's going to enjoy it. I heard it in her tone. She's going to take full advantage of me when she gets home. Hopefully she's not tired.
I accidentally scratch Night too hard and he nips at me, his ears flat against his head. I apologize, patting the spot I scratched gently, and he accepts. Sighing, I pull my hands to myself and stuff them in my armpits. I'm both nervous and excited. Nervous because of my scars, but excited because I'll have the chance to show them and see where I stand. Of course I'll be compliant if Seras says she won't touch me, I'll make damn sure she'll never have to. But I hope she'll still allow me to please her.
I really want my tactics to be up to her standards. I've pleased tons of women, but every one is different. For all I know Seras is into something I've never tried. There's not much I haven't tried, but there's a chance. I want to treat her to the best sex she's ever had, no doubts.
The rumble of Seras's car catches my attention and I immediately perk up. She's early, very early. My heart jumps to my throat and I scramble up from the couch in a rush. Yesterday Seras said we'd have leftovers but I haven't heated anything up because I wasn't expecting her home yet. Almost slipping, I hurry to the refrigerator and yank the door open, pulling out last nights dinner not a half second later.
As the front door unlocks I throw the leftovers in the microwave, because it's faster, then skid out to the hall to meet Seras. She's kicking off her shoes and shutting the door behind her, her keys jingling in her hand. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair tiredly and finally notices me.
"Hello," I say, moving as Night brushes past me. "Dinner isn't ready yet. I'm so sorry. I didn't expect you home until later."
Seras shrugs and walks past me to the kitchen, patting Night on the head. "Leftovers?" she asks, waggling a finger in the direction of the microwave, dropping her keys on the island.
"Yeah. That's okay?"
"Great." She slumps down in her usual chair at the kitchen table and stretches out her legs, her head leaned all the way back, her arms hanging down at her sides. "Make me tea? I need to relax."
"Yes, mistress." I fill the kettle and set it on the stove to boil, smiling at the way Seras chuckles when I use her title. "Chamomile?"
"Perfect."
The microwave dings so I check to see if everything's heated through. It's not, and I leave it in for a little while longer. Night sits at the edge of the kitchen, his nose in the air, smelling the heating ham. The kitchen remains silent and I don't break it while I wait for Seras's dinner to finish. She doesn't break it either, but we don't have to speak as the water boils and I get moving. I serve Seras her chamomile tea just in time for the microwave to ding again. The food is steaming hot and I wave my hand over it to spread the steam, then make Seras a plate and put it in front of her. She sets down her cup of tea and smiles at me.
"Thanks," she tells me, picking up her fork and making me grin stupidly. She digs in, her eyes occasionally flicking to me. I'm not eating myself because of my nervous stomach but I stay close just in case Seras needs anything.
She doesn't, and she finishes off her meal in silence. Night nudges at the back door as Seras nurses her tea so I let him out, then return to the table. Seras eyes me over her cup and my cheeks heat. I lower my head to hide my blush, then start to clean the table. Seras watches me wash dishes for a moment, finishing off her tea, then she stands and makes her way to me. She hands me her cup to wash and thanks me again. I nod and she leaves, going to her room.
