QT: Our Dreams Follow

Arc 1.11

The morning had been going well. Too well in fact. Her beloved hadn't torn the facade they were keeping between them yet. Had he decided to forgive himself for the gaffe of parading his delectable body for her greedy eyes to feast upon? She hoped so. Removing the cameras would be impossible at this point. Once someone receives an inch, they will want a mile. And she had taken more than an inch. But from what she knew of her beloved, would he truly forgive and forget?

Thinking of the determined walk he had taken through his bedroom the second time, —and what a lovely, wet and naked walk it had been — she could feel a cloud of suffering coming to cover up her happiness. 

The phone rang. Brigitte messed up her signature on the project she was approving. It was the personalized ringtone she had set for her beloved. She reached for the phone and as she pressed to respond, held it as if it was going to explode on her face.

"Hello, belo— 'cough' — Tristan. Hello, Tristan." Oops. Slip of the tongue. 

"Brigitte!" her dear whispered fiercely. "I don't... I don't know what to do!"

She almost had a heart attack at the amount of panic in his voice. Quickly, she connected to the house cameras through her laptop. Seeing him safe calmed her, before she realized the mess she was in.

Fuck. That cloud was looking more and more like a storm cloud. "What is wrong? Are you safe?" Acting was perhaps the only art she was passable at, though she suspected that it was due to how good she was at lying. Since her beloved wanted to play in a drama, she wouldn't deny him.

"There's... there's a camera at home. I found it... in the kitchen. Brigitte, is someone... spying on me?" 

Truly, if she hadn't been the one to place said cameras and if she didn't have a live feed to look at right now, she would believe he was in severe distress. Naughty, naughty beloved. 

"Calm down, Tristan. First, leave the house, OK? We don't know how dangerous this is yet, so stay outside and next to groups of people. Have you called the police?"

"No, not yet. I called you first."

Although it was probably a ploy, the fact that her beloved would call her first when he felt threatened warmed her heart.

"I am on my way. Keep me on the line. Do not hang up," she grabbed her keys and made for the elevator. "I am going to alert the police to come at your address."

"... Okay," He added after some surprised silence. Didn't expect her to bring this to the authorities now, did he? But he wanted to act in a drama, and she would deliver in full.

God, why did he enchant her so, even when he behaved so naughtily? She would have to punish him.

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Only as cops started to barricade his house in yellow tape did he start believing that Brigitte had called actual, real police officers. And as he saw her politely forcing the police captain to treat the 'crime' done to him more seriously than a home invasion, he came to the conclusion that Brigitte liked to live dangerously. 

After solving the issue with the captain, she hugged him for the tenth time that day alone, taking advantage to touch all of his upper body in the name of giving him comfort. At that time, he came to the more appropriate conclusion that she was insane.

"Are you sure you are fine?" she asked again.

Dammit, why did he decide to put on the role of a traumatized boy in the phone call again? Ah yes, he wanted to scare her. But now he was stuck with her arms around his waist, and he couldn't move them forcefully without breaking character. "I am okay," it came out as a whisper, even as he gritted his teeth throughout it all.