You heard the door close gently behind you. Soft footsteps approaching you.
" Good afternoon, dear. "
The words were whispered directly into your ear, you had obviously misjudged how close he really was.
His hands softly rubbed the tension out of your shoulders.
" Oh, dear~ You seem so stressed. Do you want some help? "
You let out a small laugh. His words were innocent enough but his voice... His voice hinted at something different.
You wanted to tell yourself you liked his voice and how it made you feel, but if you were going to be honest... It put you on edge.
Like it was less of a question and more of a promise. A dirty promise.
You shook your head, just barely missing his nose.
" Careful, dear. You don't want to get either of us hurt now, would you? After all, I have an evening of adventures planned! "
You turned around, safely this time, to face him. As you stared into his eyes you realised how strange they looked.
Not in a bad way! In fact, they were quite beautiful. The bright pink of the left eye next to the feline yellow of the right was a beautiful sight.
Though, looking closer it almost seemed as if something was twirling around them, like a sort of mist. His eyes looked quite similar to a foggy mirror.
He laughed quietly at your intrigued expression. His hand gently held your face, giving himself the means to safely move away from you, though he didn't let go when he stood at his full height.
This, however, left you dangerously close to his general crotch area. His piercing eyes stared down at you, a playfully sadistic glint swirling around them.
Eventually he looked away, letting go of your face and walking away. You let out short wine, causing him to momentarily look back at you from the bedroom doorway.
" Hush, dear. Save your pleas for tonight. "
Before you could really comprehend what he had just said, he left for the showers.
For a few seconds, you sat there. Confused, aroused but very, very confused. Eventually, you managed to quiet the feelings gnawing at your spine. If you could hold out, maybe he would take pity on you.
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You absentmindly bit the inside of your lip. It was a bad habit you had adapted over the many years of nervous breakdowns.
You were laser focused on the many pieces of paper in front of you. Maybe if you stared at them long enough they would shuffle together and write themselves!
Yeah, no.
You threw your head back in frustration, your eyebrows pressing together and your eyes screwing shut.
You let out a desperate sigh.
" Hm? Practicing? I hope I am not that much of a let down in bed. " He chuckled, sarcasm leaking through his words.
You quickly shot up, staring him dead in the eyes. To say he had caught you off guard would be an understatment.
" Don't scare me like that. "
Your voice was unsure and uneven.
" Why not, darling? I thought you liked when I suprised you. "
" Scare and suprise are different things. When did you start mixing up words? "
He shook his head, seemingly about to say something but he never did. He did however slowly start to walk towards you, his hands reaching out for you.
Without a word he cupped your face, having to lean down a ridiculous amount to become eye level with you.
You were both locked in a staring contest, anxiously waiting for the other to slip up or at the very least say something.
It was very evident when the idea popped into his mind. His head cocked to the side just slightly and his eyebrows lowered by not even an inch.
" Would you like to try something new, dear? "
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Part 2 soon
