Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 21.

"When your day is long and the night, the night is yours alone. When you're sure you've had enough of this life, Well hang on. Don't let yourself go cause everybody cries," Everybody hurts, R.E.M

My time here at the Lawrence mansion was oddly peaceful. I could come here after a hard day of school and not be stressed out by what I was going to find. It was an extremely alleviating feeling compared to the first few weeks of work. But nothing in the entire world would compare to this moment.

"Ngh..." I mumbled, blinking my eyes open to the harsh sunlight that permeated the room as I shifted slightly in the super caesar bed, my head relaxing in the cushion of the pillow as I slowly ran my hand through my cat's curls, feeling her hot breath of the skin of my stomach. I closed my eyes once again, feeling warm and content as Jigglypuff's limbs wrapped themselves tightly around my waist, her face burrowing into my stomach with a sigh. Ah, such life was good and it was even greater when she stroked my side slowly, her chest pressing into my pelvis as her soft sighs of contentment filled the air mingling with the sound of classical music.

Wait a motherfucking second.

First of all, my fucking cat didn't have that much hair, let alone long curls that took my hands forever to get through. Second of all, my fucking cat didn't have long enough arms to wrap her arms around my waist and tighten them. Third of all, she didn't have big enough paws to stroke my side nor a long enough body to be able to fit between my legs and she definitely didn't have the mannerism or the anatomy to sigh.

With that sudden realization, my eyes snapped open with the quickness to see the truth. Oh damn, I never went home last night. I gulped slowly, eyes fixating on the high ceiling above. I slowly looked around to see a pink crib to my right and a tall door to my left. I slowly traveled my gaze to see that my shirt had risen up and a tanned face was embedded to my stomach, my hand rolling through brown locks. My heartbeat gradually picked up as I peered down to the arms that were contrasting with my fair waist, putting together that he was laying in between my legs and he was cuddling me. 

Oh my motherfuck.

My cheeks wasted no time at all and they started to burn, feeling hot to the touch. I opened my mouth to speak, maybe stop his slight drooling or his purring, but it just wouldn't function. My heart was rapidly beating, going to town inside of my ribcage. This really happened, like this was no joke at all. I was really laying here in this bed that didn't belong to me, being held to death by Nishan. Did I perhaps have too much to drink last night?

I didn't even have a sip of water.

Holy shit, I was really being held tightly. There were no words that could be used to formulate a single sentence when I looked at him and saw how peaceful and relaxed he was. Gone was the furrow in between his brows and that dead set firm frown on his lips. Here was the soft grin that graced his lips as he rubbed his forehead against my skin, enticing a shiver from me. I had to have been dreaming because there was no way that Nishan would willingly allow me in his bed, let alone suffocate me. 

Well, that logic would've been true had he not have been trying to diminish the root of all evil that made him partial to gays. Without that root, I was just like any other person. The only difference was instead of him trying to push me away, he did everything he could to pull me in and there was no way that I could feel about that.

"Hey, hey, Ni," I poked his cheek, garnering a stir from him. "Stop touching me, man," He hissed in that husky voice of his, bucking his head at my head. My mind was screaming at me to flee the scene like it was nobody's business, but my heart was too calm and blissful at the act of domestication. Laying here like this almost felt completely normal as if it was something I did on a daily basis.