The Maid and the Vampire.

Morning Care

--note: this is a bit of a shorter chapter as im overly busy irl ;-; anyway hope you enjoy!!--

The morning sun cast a warm, golden glow through the tall windows of Lady Dimitrescu's chambers as you entered, carrying a tray with her breakfast. Your heart raced as you replayed the events of the previous day in your mind, the moments shared in the garden, and the soft, teasing remarks Lady Dimitrescu had made. The thought of her made your cheeks flush with warmth as you tried to steady your breathing.

Lady Dimitrescu was seated at her vanity, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up as you entered, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Ah, my dear pet," she purred, her voice as smooth as silk. "You're just in time."

You placed the tray on the small table by the window, trying not to tremble under her gaze. "Good morning, my lady," you managed to say, your voice betraying your nervousness.

"Good morning, indeed," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Come now, it's time for you to attend to my hair and makeup."

Your heart skipped a beat as you moved to stand behind her, the delicate brushes and pins laid out before you. Lady Dimitrescu's presence was overwhelming, her towering figure making you feel small and flustered. As you began to brush her hair, you noticed how soft and smooth it felt under your fingers, the strands slipping easily through the brush.

Lady Dimitrescu leaned back slightly, causing you to stand on your tiptoes to reach the top of her head. The action made you acutely aware of the size difference between you, a fact that sent a shiver down your spine. "Careful now, pet," she murmured, her tone teasing. "I wouldn't want you to overexert yourself."

You blushed furiously, your hands fumbling slightly as you picked up a hairpin. "I-I'm fine, my lady," you stammered, trying to focus on the task at hand.

She chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich, making your heart flutter. "Adorable," she commented, her voice low and affectionate. The way she said it made you feel both embarrassed and elated, a mixture of emotions that left you flustered.

As you finished pinning her hair into an elegant style, you stepped back to admire your work. Lady Dimitrescu turned her head slightly, examining herself in the mirror. "Beautifully done, as always," she praised, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection. "You have a delicate touch, my dear."

Your cheeks burned at the compliment, and you quickly moved on to the next task-applying her makeup. Your hands trembled slightly as you picked up a brush, the weight of her gaze making you even more nervous. Lady Dimitrescu noticed, of course, and without a word, she reached out to gently place her hand over yours, steadying it.

The touch was electrifying, sending a jolt of warmth through you. "There's no need to be so nervous" she said softly, her voice reassuring. "You're doing wonderfully."

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your hand steady as you carefully applied the makeup. Her confidence was infectious, and you found yourself relaxing slightly under her gentle guidance. Each stroke of the brush was met with a soft hum of approval from Lady Dimitrescu, her satisfaction evident in the way she allowed her eyes to close, trusting you completely.

When you were finished, you stepped back, nervously awaiting her reaction. Lady Dimitrescu opened her eyes and examined herself in the mirror once more. A pleased smile curved her lips as she looked at you. "Perfect," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "You've outdone yourself today."

The praise made your heart swell with pride, and you couldn't help but smile in return, despite the blush that still colored your cheeks. Lady Dimitrescu rose from her seat, her towering figure casting a shadow over you. She reached out, gently caressing your cheek with the back of her hand. "You truly are a treasure, my dear," she murmured, her gaze softening.

You felt your breath catch in your throat at her words, the sensation of her touch sending your mind into a whirlwind of emotions. "Thank you, my lady," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Lady Dimitrescu's smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "The way you care for me... It's truly something special. I hope you know that."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a sense of pride and joy well up inside you. Before you could respond, she placed a soft kiss on your temple, her lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. "Now, go about your duties," she said, her tone playful yet commanding. "But be prepared, dear-I will be calling on you later."

As you left the room, your mind was a flurry of thoughts and emotions. The way she had called you "pet,dear" the gentle teasing, the warmth of her presence-all of it left you in a state of blissful confusion. You couldn't help but smile as you went about your tasks, your heart fluttering at the thought of what the rest of the day might bring.