Chapter eleven (Part four of Belfast arc)

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(Y/N) POV

I awoke to the sunlight piercing through my window and into my eyes. Belfast was still asleep on my chest. Her slow rhythmic breathing was so soothing it almost made me fall back to sleep. I laid there for what felt like half an hour, running my fingers through Belfast's hair until she finally woke up.

(Y/N): Good morning sleeping beauty.

She said nothing, she just smiled and rested her head back down on my chest.

(Y/N): I take it that you like having days off?

Belfast: Of course, whenever you're off work, so am I. It's truly the greatest thing about being a maid, because I get the honor of being at your side every waking moment. And that makes me truly happy.

(Y/N): Well I'm glad to hear it.

Belfast: What I would give to be able to wake up every morning like this.

(Y/N): What's stopping you?

Belfast: I beg your pardon?

(Y/N): I mean that you could do this every morning if it would make you happy.

Belfast: Are you sure?

(Y/N): Like I said if it would make you happy you can sleep here till the end of time.

Belfast: Then I guess I didn't need the collar after all.

(Y/N): Is that really the reason why you put this collar on me?

Belfast: Yes.

(Y/N): Belfast.

Belfast: Y-Yes master.

(Y/N): Can you take the collar off?

Belfast: Are you not upset with me.

(Y/N): Why would I be? You went to pretty great lengths to be with me if anything I'm happy. You're just the type of person that no one could be mad at.

Belfast was astonished at my reply, so much so that she tackled me off the bed and enveloped me in an airtight hug. She held on for good few minutes before finally letting me breathe. In the middle of regaining the lost air, Sheffield slammed my door open with a determined look on her face.

Sheffield: Master you are going to sleep with me from now on understood.

Belfast: Oh, and why does he have to sleep with you?

Sheffield: So I can watch over him and make sure he's safe. It is my job after all.

Belfast: You don't have to worry Sheffy, I'm already watching over him so there is no need.

(Y/N): You can stay here if you want.

Sheffield: Really, uh I mean, thank you for allowing me to be of service.

Belfast: You're no fun Master.

(Y/N): We're going to have to expand the room and make it bigger. We may also need more furniture. Wait Belfast, what day is it today.

I glanced and saw my calendar in the corner of my room and saw the date. And instantly a chill ran through my spine.

Belfast: it's the 8th, why?

(Y/N): I completely forgot, I was going to have Sheffield and Sirius sortie today. Now we're going to be late.

Belfast: I have a question master.

(Y/N): yes?

Belfast: Why did you schedule a sortie on a day you were supposed to have the collar connecting us? There's no way you could have known I would take it off.

(Y/N): we would have had to take it off for a while.

Belfast: that's what you think.

(Y/N): would you have seriously made me wear it?

Belfast: who's to say?

(Y/N): listen Belfast both you and Sheffield can sleep with me from now on if that'll make you happy. And Sheffield, I know I said I would accompany you on the sortie today but don't think I'll be going. I apologize.

Sheffield: That's alright master.

Belfast: I would love to spend every night with you if your okay with it. I've said it before and I'll say it a thousand more times, I love you~

She grabbed my head pulling it closer until our lips locked. She pulled away and began getting ready to walk out.

Belfast: I'll see to it that Sheffield and Sirius depart safely. And once I'm back we can hop back into the bath together.

(Y/N): (sigh) I'm starting to get worn out from all of this.

Belfast: I tell you what, when I get back we can do anything you want.

(Y/N): any ideas on what to do?

Belfast: I can brew you a pot of coffee as a start.

(Y/N): I would love that.

I made my way to the cafe to wait for Belfast to get back, but little did I know that a pair of scarlet eyes were locked onto my figure, watching, and waiting.

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