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"yes, Mistress"

He assured her. Whatever had stirred in him wasn't something to be concerned about yet, and hopefully, never would be.

Yay, I worked it all out.

He followed her, closing the door behind them once they were inside. The sound of the door shutting stirred up the something that had stirred before again, making him stop for a moment before casting it aside. It interfeered, did not need to be there, and he guessed that some food and rest would return things to normal, that whatever it was, was simply exhaustion.

Without thinking he made his way down the hallway and towards the kitchen, either showing that the freedom he had felt on their flight was still with him or that he just happend to be really hungry. If his Mistress asked, she would be told the latter rather than the former. He was here to serve her not to think about freedom or the implications that the subject brought with them.

He was a simple man, wanting to do whatever she requested of him, to please her. Anything beyond that wasn't 'simple' and therefore not worth it.

It was half way through going through the pantry again that he realised he had forgotten to ask her if she wanted anything to eat, assuming that she was as hungry as he was.

A moment later, he realised that she'd not have his appetite. She had fed off him in the open after all.

Eventually, he returned to her room, hoping to avoid the rest of the household and find her there. As he entered, he heard the water run and had to smile. His Mistress seemed to enjoy the shower and he guessed that she needed it.

In her absence, he set out the plates with the food on it, snacking on the occasional bit as he did so. it would do no good to be this hungry when she emerged.

once everything was in place, he looked over at the bathroom door, an interesting thought crossing his mind before he walked over to it, opened it and ever so quietly, opened the door to the shower to join his Mistress there.

"please forgive me if I was wrong in joining you"

He asked her as he knelt at her feet, the warm water now spilling over both of them. Whilst she was right in him wanting a shower, he had no problems waiting until she was done, except that he had remembered how her eyes lit up when he had mentioned a romantic bath before, and whilst this wasn't a bath nor romantic, it still involved two naked beings, warm water and enough moisture in the air to produce steam.

Before she had a chance to voice her opinion on what he had just done, he moved his head closer until his face touched her legs, and running one hand down one of her legs, he slowly trailed kisses up the other leg, rising upwards as he did so. Always, one hand moving about a hand's breadth higher than his mouth.


((I will leave the rest to your imagination))

I have no idea where I was going with that last night..

Sometime later, he found himself a little more exhausted, but not as exhausted as when she fed from him, content, warm and clean and covered in a towel, his hair still wet.


And.. I'm not sure if she left the shower before or after him.. will work that out when I'm back and when you're on next.

He admired her from the doorway for a moment, before making his way over to where he had placed the plates of food, then picked up her plate and kneeling infront of her, offered it to her silently.

Once she had accepted the plate, he got his own and once he was settled at her feet, ate.

Normally, he would have been more formal about things, but the fligh had worn him out and whatever had made itself noticed, hadn't quite left yet. Half way through the plate, he became aware of the lack of formalities and hoped she would not mind overly much.

With a questioning look he looked up at her.