Erasthais Across Time

10 - Prim and Proper

Damien's POV:

As I made my way upstairs, I thought about the scene of events that just occurred and something about what happened didn't sit right with me. What's on your mind, man? Zeus asked, as we reached our room. Why would She say Danielle was ready if she clearly isn't? Why bring us here, now, if Danielle is rejecting us every time we get close? I said, disrobing and walking into the bathroom to rinse off. You know how She works. Mystical and magical. I'm sure there's a reason behind it, or else she wouldn't be a Goddess, ya know? Zeus said with an unseen shrug. I guess, but now what? I said, letting the water fall around me. Now we follow their lead. See where it takes us. We're here now, aren't we? We're not going anywhere, right? Zeus said, trying to be reasonable. No, of course not. I'm not letting them out of my sight ever again, I declared. Good. Agreed. So, now we're with them under the same roof – minus the same bed for right now – but at least they're not sleeping with any of those despicable humans any more. So we'll wait for as long as we need to. They'll be ours once again, we just need to be patient – for their sake and ours. Alright? Zeus said, like terms to an agreement. Fine, agreed. I don't like the mind games that She's playing, if She is playing any... I said, finishing up my shower. Yea but better not to piss off a Goddess, okay? Especially not ours, Zeus said with warning. Hmph, I guess, I said with a scoff. I brushed my teeth, hair and beard, then smelled her sweet perfume. A knock was heard at my door a second later. Why is she at the door? I asked, hesitating before leaving the bathroom. Not sure, but put the bathrobe on this time, Zeus recommended, and I found the plush bathrobe on the back of the bathroom door. I opened up the door and saw that she had just a towel on and let her wet hair cascade over her shoulders. Goddess, this is such a tease. She looked me up and down and raised a corner of her mouth into a smile. "So you found the bathrobe after all, huh?" she said, no anger in her voice. "What? Oh, ha, yea. I didn't notice it earlier. It's very nice, very soft," I said, cozying into the bathrobe. "Haha, good. I'm glad. Here are your clothes. I put them in by themselves so they would dry faster," she said, handing me my original clothes. "Oh, wow. That was fast. Thanks," I said, inhaling them not recognizing their scent and making a face. "That's the detergent and fabric softener working, haha," she said, adjusting her towel. Oh please just fall. "Anyway, I have to get dressed and look fabulous or else I won't hear the end of it from Stefano," she said with an eye roll. A jealous growl escaped my throat incidentally. She gave me a blank stare. "Stefano's gay, Damien," she said. He's...happy? I looked at her with confusion. She let out a brief sigh. "He likes men, intimately, like you like women, intimately," she said. "Oh, got it," I said, feeling a little silly. In our clan back home, we had couples who were the same sex and it never mattered to anyone – but I didn't think there was a name for them. "It's going to take me some time, so when you're dressed, feel free to wander or do whatever you need to. I've already scheduled a ride to take us to the shop," she said, making her way downstairs. I could watch her walk forever. I went back inside my room and got dressed. I walked into the bathroom and tried to find anything to tame my hair and beard. Why not ask her? She may have what you need, Zeus suggested. Arrg, fine, I said. I made my way downstairs and paused in front of her door before knocking. "It's open," she called out. I walked inside and was hit with her scent ten-fold. Oh I'm in heaven! I walked over to her bed and laid face down and just inhaled as deep as I could. "Don't jerk off in my sheets, alright? I just changed them," she said with a chuckle. I turned over and saw she was in that black silk bathrobe again with her hair in curlers. "Don't taunt me like this then," I said, motioning with my hand to her ensemble. "Me? Taunt you? I wasn't the one who came down here pal. You're in my room, buddy. Control yourself or leave. Why are you here anyway?" she asked, her arms across her chest causing her breasts to pop out of her bra. I took a breath and looked down at her dark green painted toenails. "I, uh, wanted to make a good impression on this Stefano guy and needed help with my hair," I said, trying to keep my thoughts PG. "Hmmm. Okay. Come in here," she said and walked into the bathroom. Her bathroom was huge and I saw she had her makeup all spread out over a separate vanity. "Grab that chair and pull up here," she said, pointing in front of one of the sinks. I did what I was told. She draped a towel over my chest to cover my shirt then rubbed some goop into my hair that smelled like Granny Smith apple. "Rub this into your beard," she said, handing me a jar of white cream. I followed her instructions, distracted by the conflicting scents of the two products. She worked on my hair for some time, grafting it a certain way with the help of a hairdryer. Then she moved to my beard. "Close your eyes," she said. "Why? What if I don't like how you're doing it?" I asked, hesitantly. That earned me a big eye roll and sigh. "I'm not a barber or stylist. I'm not cutting anything. I'm making you look presentable. Now close your eyes or I get a blindfold," she said. "Fine. I'll close them," I said, slightly shutting them but leaving them open just enough to see what she was doing. And I was definitely dumb for doing so. Her breasts were right in my face – cleavage and all, as she was fixing my beard. The tightness in my pants got increasingly worse the more transfixed I got on the view in front of me. "There. Now you can open them," she said, moving out of my field of view. I still looked like a bushman but I looked better, more presentable – like an effort had been made. "Wow, thanks," was all I could muster. "You're welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to finish my makeup then get dressed. IF you can behave, you can hangout with me. Otherwise it's probably better you hangout in the living room," she said, sitting down at her makeup vanity. "I'll be good," I mumbled, not wanting to leave her presence.