I'm the Queen Dammit! ...And That Makes You My Dirty Little Secret

Im not kissing you, lips just detect temperature

Kelli's POV

I walked Mariska into her room, trying not to laugh at her attempting to find her bed. She tumbled onto her bed, nestling into the comforter.

"Mistress, you need to remove your dress."

"Mmm, I'm tired," she whined. I pulled her arm, getting her to stand up. "Ugh."

"The sooner you do it the sooner it's over," I tried.

"I wanna take a bath..."

I growled, this woman really is impossible. I helped her up, taking her out into the hallway. I stopped once we reached the stairs, "Mistress, we're going up the stairs, okay?"

"Mmmm..."

I slowly walked up the stairs, one stair at a time. I made it to the top, with Mariska practically in my arms by now. She's actually kind of cute... Kelli! Shut up.

"Are you still awake?"

"...mmmm."

"Do you want to take a bath?"

"Mmmm."

I took her into the bathroom, resting her against the sink while I started the bath. After filling the tub, I helped her in the bath, resting her head against the back.

She had her eyes closed, and was breathing from her mouth... She was asleep. I sighed, going ahead and waking her up, "Mistress?"

I guess she realized where she was because she shot up, "I'm up!"

She rubbed her eyes, looking at me with tired eyes. She went back to bathing, ignoring my presence. I looked away, but stayed to make sure she didn't fall asleep and drown herself in the bath.

She eventually finished, drying off, and walking while resting on my shoulder. She fell asleep the second she hit the bed, breathing heavily. I pulled the blanket over her, smoothing it out before leaving.
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I woke up early the next morning. I pulled on my clothes, and got ready.

The time was eight o'clock when I walked to Mariska's room to wake her up. I opened the door, finding Mariska stretched out across her bed. Her feet were by her pillows and her head was at the end of the bed. For a queen, she isn't a graceful sleeper.

I walked over to her, shanking her awake.

"Mistress, it's time to wake up," I said softly. She groaned, holding her stomach. I tried again, "Mistress, you need to wake up."

She stood up, rushing to the bathroom. She vomited, griping the run of the toilet. I ran behind her, holding her hair behind her head. She shivered, wiping her mouth.

"Let me get that," I said, wetting a towel and wiping her mouth and hand. "Are you alright?"

"It's just because of the alcohol," she whispered, trying to stand up. I helped her up. I began to lean in, placing my lips on her forehead. She stood there, frozen.

"You have a fever," I explained. "Lips are better at detecting temperature. You need to lie down."

She held on my arm, walking back to her bed. She crashed, sleeping like a baby. I brushed the hair out of her face before going to the kitchen and making her tea. I came back, holding a cup of tea with honey for her throat. I put the cup my her bad and went to her bathroom to get another wet cloth. I waited for the water temperature to warm up before wetting the cloth. I ring it out and began to go back to Mariska's room.

I was halfway down the hall when Mariska came out of her room. I sighed and jogged over to her, "Mistress, you need to rest."

"But I have work to do," she said, walking to her study. I grabbed her arm lightly, taking her back to her room. She rested her head against her pillow, pulling the blankets over her body. I put the cloth on her forehead, wiping the excess water on her head.

"I've brought you some tea with honey. I'm going to make you some soup and come back later."