The Mystery of a traveller.

Chapter 6

Joshua's POV:-
Someone shook my shoulder, and soft yet firm arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket. "Joshua, wake up." My eyes snapped open. A gentle breeze blew through the window and into the bedroom. My heart stopped racing, and my hands stopped trembling as I heard her humming a tune.

"I got you" Steph whispered into my ear. She leaned back against the headboard with her upper arms holding me in a vise. She was caressing my back in a soothing motion. "You're safe, Joshua". I rested my head on her chest, listening to her rhythmic heartbeat, and let out a deep breath. "Stephanie". I slid my arm behind her waist, holding her tight, as if my life depended on it.

Listening to her heartbeat until my body relaxed, her fingers lightly ghosted my skin as she stroked my hair, and she sat up, pulling me with her. "Time to get up, Josh". She said as she wiped the sweat from my forehead. I slid my legs off the bed, stretching my arms above my head, giving my cherry a full display of my back muscles.

Her eyes darted up and down the length of my body, and she licked her lips. Ignoring her heated gaze, I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into a long, sleeveless tunic and a mantle. It is kind of a formal wrap. I didn't know very much about their clothing, but this fabric spoke of royalty with its sumptuous furs.

I sauntered over to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of tea with my back to Steph's father. I greeted him with a good morning, but he didn't respond and continued working on something. I buttered a slice of wheat toast, topping it with a heaping spoonful of jam before stuffing it into my mouth. Mr. Wellington just stared at me astonished, of course, I am using their kitchen as my own, wearing his god-knows-where sons clothes and making things they have no idea about it is valid.

"Where is Steph monsieur?" I asked her father about her disappearance early in the morning. "I don't know, she never informs me prior leaving. She could be at the factory torturing poor labors, I guess" he said raising his eyebrows but never maintaining eye contact. "Okay, thanks Mr. Wellington" I said and he scanned me then diverting his eyes to the window beside him, tears were lightly visible in the corner of his eyes, shit. Is it because my clothing that is reminding him of his son?

"S-sir, are you upset because I am wearing your sons attire? I-I am soo sorry, I genuinely didn't have any intention to do so. Steph said i-it was okay, should I change bac-", I blurted out in one breath, but her father cut me off mid-sentence. "No, it's okay. I have no issue with you wearing my son's clothes, and especially if Steph said so, there must be a reason" he smiled at me for the first time, and I smiled back. "I'll take my leave as well then. See you at lunch or dinner" I winked, which he didn't react too obviously.

I arrived at the factory, looking for Steph, and there she was, scaring and warning everyone that there should be no mistakes made in the manufacturing process, as usual. "Good morning, Cherry," I said, my cheeks hurting from smiling so brightly, and to my surprise, she ignored me while sitting on a chair not even sparing a glance, as if she hadnt pulled me out of a nightmare, as if I hadn't made her blush and speechless last night, as if it was a normal thing we did.

"Call me Stephanie or Steph, if not, don't talk to me," she said while checking the texture of a gun. Well, okay, I conceded she wanted to keep her private and professional life separate. Thats cool. I aint bothered at all.

"So, Mademoiselle Stephanie," I asked innocently flirting with a slight bow, "may I assist you in testing your weaponry, or should I leave and not bother you?" I added. "So flamboyant," she scoffed. "Well, this flamboyant guy can teach you how to test the guns if you want," I asked, smirking, already knowing the answer, and as expected, my Cherry's eyes brightened at my statement.

"W-will you? But I don't even know how to shoot. I am only good with knives. Will you teach me to shoot as well?" She asked hopefully," Why not, anything for you cherr-Stephanie," I said, taking her hand in mine and dragging her to the testing range.

I showed her how to wield a rifle with both and then single hands. She is indeed an instantaneous learner. She aimed and fired a few times, and not a single shot was accurate, but it was striking the stacks, which was certainly impressive given her bravery and desire to learn.

We had a good time in the testing range because it was where we initially met and no one had entered this room since I arrived. We have plenty of privacy here. Since the factory workers think I'm some smarty-pants from a different country, they don't even dare to question or investigate regarding my sudden appearance.

There are times when I felt like Steph let me do whatever I wanted to do, like touch her body in whatever way I wanted. I definitely ask for her consent, but she never refuses me, so perhaps this is what she craves, the gentle touches and someone who can tell her how beautiful her scars look. Well, it's enigmatic to understand how her thought process works.

Several days later:-
(Still Joshua's POV)

The scenery in front of me was captivating, a great passage of cultivated greens, reds, and veggies. Everything looked like a painting. I placed a fresh, red strawberry on Steph's lips and gestured for her to have a bite. She parted her lips, and I immediately shoved half the strawberry into her mouth while eating the other half myself. Steph doesn't like berries, but since I persuaded her to taste strawberries once, she doesn't dislike them as much.

Almost two months have passed, and now I am unequivocally addicted to cherry. Every night ended with her in my arms, and every morning it was me waking up on her chest and her humming me a song. I couldn't stand her absence any longer. Her rough and dangerous personality was my attraction, my kink. She was irresistible to me and had become my need by now to gratify my sensuality. My obsession with her was slowly and inadvertently transforming into tenderness and adoration.

In the past month, when we were walking through the forest hand in hand, I had never felt this weird sensation in my belly and the enchanting memory of our wet bodies pressed together and swinging rhythmically in the rain. We danced for hours, and cherry got a cold the next day. I made her tomato soup, and we cuddled all day and talked about the amusement parks we have in the modern Era and so on. A few days later, we shopped at the local market for some of her accessories and my clothes because Steph's brother's clothes were body fit for me, and I prefer to wear oversize clothes. We then had a cute date in a nearby restaurant. We have also been spending so much time together in bed.