Aftercare

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I pecked her cheek and got out of bed.

"I'll be right back..."

I left into the bathroom to get a towel and start the bath water.
She deserved some treatment.
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As the warm bath water ran, I went back to her room. She was sitting there waiting on me.

"It's ready...~" I walked up to her and swooped her right into my arms.

She just nodded and lazily looked at me. I could tell she was tired but I couldn't let her go to bed so dirty.
I walked into the restroom and gently sat her into the tub. I could hear her breathing cool. She was now in a relaxed state.
I kissed her cheek as I rubbed some warm water onto her shoulders. She closed her eyes and began to enjoy everything.
I massaged her shoulders and chest, my hands trying their best to be smooth with it.
I took some body soap and slathered that all over her, beside her face, and rubbed it in. After that, I cupped water into my hands and poured it onto her, washing the soap away. I can't deny, this is oddly satisfying for me. Maybe it's because she's so cute that everything I do for her makes me want to die.

"Springtrap?"
"Yes?"
"Will you get in with me?"
"As much as I want to, I'm too dirty so maybe next time."
"Okay..."

She began to mess around with the bubbles that had formed in the tub. It was like watching a little kid play.
After a little while, she was entirely clean.

"Do you have a robe?"
"Yeah, it should be in the closet."
"Alright.."

I kissed her cheek, let the water drain, and went to go find the robe.
And there it was, it was right there and it was adorable. I couldn't wait.
I walked back into the restroom and sat the robe down. I took out a towel for her and gave it to her. She stood up and dried off her hair. I couldn't help but stare at her figure. As much as I might've made fun of her, she looked way better than me..
...and I didn't mind it.
I took the towel from her when she was done and wrapped the robe around her.
She smiled as I picked her up again and brought her back to the bedroom.
I sat her on the bed and turned on her TV for her.  I got her hair brush and sat next to her, gently combing through the strands of hair.
After he hair was finished, I found some nail clippers and trimmed her nails.
At this point, I was just giving her a makeover well-deserved. She was such a sweet, sweet woman...
She tasted sweet as well.
I layed her down onto her back and cuddled next to her, wrapping my arms around her body.
I slowly felt myself passing out, I could now sleep, comfortably.
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The next morning, I woke up and she was asleep beside me. I moved her onto my body and hugged her like a teddy bear.

"Morning..."
"Goodmorning, dear~..."

I moved the hair out of her face.

"How did you sleep?"
"Good..."

Her eyes closed and she fell back asleep. So cute...
I carefully moved her off of me and left the room. Today, I felt like making her some good breakfast.
I turned on the stove and began mixing all my ingredients.
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Y/N'S POV

I woke up from my mini morning nap and got out of bed. I could smell that Springtrap was cooking something, something good.
I left my room and walked downstairs.
I tried sneaking up behind him but...

"I know you're there~"
"Awhh you always do!"
"It's okay dear, hug me anyways."

I sighed and hugged him. So-so warm. I couldn't help but smile to myself. Even if last night was a bit... weird, I still enjoyed it.

"Okay now shoo, go sit down."
Damn okay.

I sat down at the table as he sat down some waffles.

"They look so good..." I was drooling.
"Stop talking and eat up."

I poured some syrup and ate. Wow... he was the best!
I ate like a hungry dog this morning and he could only stare at me. Okay chill! I know you're a father and whatever, but you're not my dad! I'm hungry! I don't care what people think of me when I eat!

He sighed and just watched me.

"Hey uhm-"

The phone suddenly rang.

"Hold up, I'll be right back."
"Damn it."

Springtrap walked away and answered the phone.

"So?"
"It's Micheal. He's in the hospital."
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