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Mimi
Slamming her apron onto the stainless-steel table in front of her, 25-year-old Mimi Fraser (her full name was Maggie Mae but every one had taken to calling her Mimi) let out a frustrated snarl and stomped out of Hotel Z's kitchen. She was so angry and upset that she didn’t even know how to deal with it.
Normally, she was a very nice, gentle person with a good heart who got along with everybody but the hotel's head chef was pushing her to her limits and she didn’t even know how to deal with it anymore.
The man's name was Jacques, and he was biggest pompous French asshole that she ever had the displeasure of meeting in her whole life.
To make matters worse, she had to share kitchen space with him and he had started trying to sabotage her creations. She was hotel Z’s main baker and whole dream was to make (and invent) tasty creations for everyone. She enjoyed baking so much and to have somebody deliberately try to fuck it up on her broke her heart.
It wasn’t an easy skill to master to begin with, it was edible chemistry and one had to be precise in their measurements or it wouldn’t turn out right. It took her years and years of practice to get to the level she was at and even then she still managed to fuck shit up sometimes.
Letting out a soft, sad sigh, her stomping turned into shuffling as her energy turned from angry to sad. She had a feeling that she knew why Jacques was trying to sabotage her baking and it made the rot in her brain even worse.
Two weeks ago, he tried to proposition her and she tried to let him down as gently as she could because a) he was far older than she was (in not a good way) and b) he was a giant fucking creep. He regaled his sous chef often with tales of his exploits and every time he did, it made her want to vomit.
Needless to say, he did NOT take her rejection well (because apparently nobody ever rejects the ‘great Jacques’)and had been a royal bag of dicks to her ever since.
It had been going on for about three weeks now, it was really starting to get to her and she really didn’t know what to do about it as stupid as it sounded.
Theoretically, she could tell AZ about it but she feared retaliation from Jacques if she did. She had been in the same situation a couple of times before and it did NOT turn out well for her.
This was one job she didn’t want to lose over an asshole or even worse, she didn’t want. to tell AZ and have him not believe her.
If that happened, she was sure it would finish her. In the short time she had been working at Hotel Z, AZ had become so very important to her and losing him over something as shitty as this would be her end. She was sure of it.
He had rescued her from an impossibly shitty work situation. So much worse than what she was dealing with now and gave her hope that she could live her dream for the rest of her life comfortably doing what she loved.
He also treated her like she actually mattered instead of a disposable body meant to do the one thing he hired her for. He was so kind to her, he helped her when she was stuck and gave her the sort of care that she so desperately craved. He had legitimately ruined her in the best way and she loved it.
Of course, this caused her to develop a fat, huge stinking crush on the man. She knew it was so ridiculous and so out of bounds it wasn’t even funny.
He was her boss, he was centuries older than her and he probably saw her as nothing more than an annoying little girl.
She was so, so fucked.
In her young life, she hadn’t had much in the way of experience in the romance department. In fact, this was the first true, honest to god crush she had ever developed on somebody and it had to be on the most unobtainable person ever.
So, not only did she have to deal with someone making her life a living hell for rejecting him, but she had to try and get over the fact that the person she really liked would never like her back in the way she craved so badly.
Everything was such a giant bag of suck.
Feeling tears burning at the corners of her eyes, she tried her best to keep them from falling.
Suddenly, something yanked on her hair hard enough to pull her out of her dismal thoughts.
Her head snapped up and she came face to face with her own Floette, who she called Faeline. She found Faeline when she was just a tiny Flabébé being picked on by other Pokémon and rescued her. She nursed her back to health and they had been inseparable ever since.
Faeline, was still a little on the small side even for a Floette had pink markings and the flower she clung to was also very bright pink. She was looking very worried and she let out another sad sigh.
“It’s okay, Faeline. I’m just having a moment. It’ll pass.” She said, trying to reassure the little Pokémon.
Obviously, it worked like shit because Faeline was looking at her with a look that just screamed ‘yeah, and I’m merry old queen of Galar!’
She winced internally. She and Faeline were so in tune with each other that it was hard to put one passed her.
They even baked together, which AZ allowed much to the annoyance of Jacques. He believed that Pokémon were nothing but animals and below the humans they ‘served’, and that it was disgusting to have one in the kitchen. His views were so gross.
The man really was nothing but a walking, talking, breathing anal opening.
Shaking out of her thoughts before her anger could resurface, she exited the hallway and tried to make a beeline for the elevator.
Unfortunately, lady luck was ruthless little bitch that hated her guts and before she could make it to the elevator a voice called out.
“Hey, Mimi! Everything okay?” Taunie called out.
Fuck, the last thing she wanted to do was explain the current suckage that was her life in the open. She had no problem talking to Taunie but she would rather lie down into oncoming traffic than do with both AZ and Urbain present.
Fuck that. 0/10 do NOT recommend.
Wherever Taunie was, Urbain was not usually far behind because they were twins and joined at the hip.
Sure enough, she heard Urbain call out too.
“Yeah Meeper, what’s the big rush?” He yelled loudly.
If she didn’t want to lie down into oncoming traffic before, she sure ass did now. She cringed at the embarrassing nickname that Urbain insisted on calling her. It embarrassed the shit out of her, he had accidentally scared her once and she let out a ridiculous noise. She was now stuck with the nickname ‘Meeper’ for the rest of her days.
What’s worse, she knew AZ was there too. He was usually still sitting behind the reception desk at this time in his chair with his cane between his legs. Thinking of that image made her brain spit out a rather dirty errant thought on her.
‘What wouldn’t I give to be that cane between his legs.’ Her brain supplied.
Immediately, she blushed from the top of her head all the way to her toes for thinking such a naughty thing. She really needed some serious professional help. There was no way in the whole of god’s creation that he would ever see her like that.
Ignoring both Taunie and Urbain, she made a beeline for the lift and ran inside as if her life depended on it. She hit the button that took the lift to the floor where the private rooms for staff were and then let out a long breath that she hadn’t realized that she was even holding.
Having been clinging to her wild hair the whole time, Faline looked over head upside down at her with a glare on her tiny face as if to say, ‘way to go, dumbass. Now, you’ll just have to explain to them later why you were running away from them looking like trash can.’
“Flo, flo, floette!” She griped.
She assumed that was Pokémon for ‘You suck big chunks!’
She made a face, Faeline wasn’t exactly wrong with that assessment at the moment.
“I know, I know. Not my smartest move, but I couldn’t help it! What was I supposed to do?! I couldn’t let Urbain know what happened and if AZ found out, I don’t even know what I would do! I can’t handle him hating me for this!” She hissed.
At what she said, Faeline gave her a gentle look and then hugged her face. It almost caused her to break apart then and there.
“Floette, Floette.” She cooed softly.
Hugging Faeline back, she tried to calm herself down. She was pretty sure that was Pokémon speak for ‘He would never hate you for something that isn’t your fault’ and she knew that she was probably right.
Unfortunately, she just couldn’t stop the thinking of the ‘what-ifs’. She was positive that she had to be suffering from some sort of undiagnosed PTSD from what she had already been through but she couldn’t stop it from festering out of control.
Feeling slightly claustrophobic from her own feelings and being trapped in the lift for so long, she felt relief as soon as it hit the right floor and pinged.
Wasting no time, she bolted from the lift with Faeline hanging on to her hair for dear life once more and quickly found the door to room.
Sifting through her jean short pocket, she came up victorious with the key and unlocked her door. Entering her room, she dropped her key on her dresser and then pulled out an over-sized t-shirt to wear and changed into it after gently prying Faeline out of her curly hair.
After changing, she removed her crazy hair from its ponytail and flopped onto her bed. Picking up one of her pillows, she buried her face into it.
Hugging her pillow close, she buried her face into it and she could hold back her tears no longer.
Lord fucking help her.
Faeline
Looking at her small mistress sobbing into pillow with sad eyes, Faeline knew now that she was in more trouble than she first realized.
Even though her mistress taught her much during their time together, she realized that she still had much to learn. She could feel the sadness and upset almost positively leaking from her pores now. She knew that she needed help quickly and only knew of one person that could provide her the help she so desperately needed, master AZ. She knew that mistress was scared of master AZ hating her for what that other bad man did to her but that was impossible. She knew master AZ loved small mistress very much even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud.
Humans were stubborn, more stubborn than any other Pokémon she had ever come across. She had observed them together before and to her it seemed obvious but it seemed impossible to get them to see what was right in front of them.
Knowing those thoughts were for another time, she concentrated on getting her small mistress help first before something really bad happened.
Flitting over to the door, she saw with relief that it had accidentally been left ajar enough that she could put her back into it and open it a bit more so she could squeeze out of the room.
After she managed to get out, she floated over to the lift and pushed the gate open. It took a moment, but she managed to get herself in. Now that she was in, she closed the gate and found the main floor button.
Slamming her tiny hands down onto the button, it lit up and she let out a huge sigh of relief. She felt a little stupid getting down to the main floor ‘the human way’ considering she was a Pokémon but she was unsure what other faster way there was and she was on the verge of panicking.
If upset enough, she was unsure of what her human was capable of. She had heard of humans doing bad things to themselves when they were as upset as her small mistress was and didn’t know what she would do with herself if that happened.
She tried not to think of that and instead concentrated on getting herself out of the lift.
After she got out, she floated over to Master AZ desperate to get his attention.
She only hoped she could get him to her small mistress before time ran out.
AZ
After sending Urbain and Taunie on their way with a list of tasks each, he let out a long sigh and returned to trying to concentrate on the paper work he brought with him while he ran the reception desk but unfortunately his mind was elsewhere or rather stuck on a little someone.
Ever since he hired little miss Maggie Mae to be Hotel Z’s main baker, he couldn’t get the sweet sprite out of his mind.
He would never forget meeting her in a little obscure café while trying to find a baker for the hotel. The moment he took in those big brown eyes looking up at him, he knew that he was in big, BIG trouble.
When he tasted her sweets, he knew he was a goner. She had a gift, and he wanted it to help Hotel Z prosper.
It took him no time at all to realize something was amiss with her, it turned out her work partner was trying to pass off Maggie’s sweet creations as her own.
He was appalled to learn this and decided that he would take her with him that very day should she accept. Thankfully for him, she did.
As they left the little café together, she looked at him with such trust and thankfulness that it made him feel slightly ill.
He was not a good man and did not deserve such looks but enjoyed them all the same.
He got her set up with her own room and gave her access to his kitchen. She had been repaying him ten-fold with the most amazing creations ever since.
She had also never been far from his thoughts ever since either.
Something that only worsened when he made the decision not to police what she wore when she worked in the kitchen. He decided that since she rarely left the kitchen while she was on the clock and it was hot as all get out in there that her comfort should come before all else.
This proved to be a poor life decision on his part because she usually chose to prance around in a rather short pair of shorts and a lose fitting tank top that held little to the imagination.
In fact, on more than one occasion he caught glimpses of the cute little pink bra she wore underneath.
It did little to help his growing problem.
He knew that despite his odd body, he still was in fact a man and he still had the bodily functions of one.
His traitor body reacted to her. Every. Single. Time.
He hadn’t had such a strong attraction to anybody in such a long time, he had no idea what to do about it.
Never mind the fact that he was a glorified fossil and she was so young, it felt like a complete sin to be attracted to her at all. She needed someone her age, who DID NOT try and burn the whole world down but the thought of her being with somebody that wasn’t him caused him to let out a deep rumble in his chest.
Immediately, he tried to turn it off.
‘STOP IT. Stop it! She isn’t yours to keep!’ He reminded himself.
Shaking out of his thoughts, he tried to get back to the task at hand but Maggie’s Floette, little Faeline, came floating out of the lift and up to him in a panic before he could.
Another thing that felt like some sick irony, was that she the only Pokémon that she had was a Floette. They were so bonded that the little Pokémon was her familiar rather than just her partner.
It was like she was designed to drive him wild with want and he enjoyed being tortured by her like the sick masochist he was.
Stuffing those thoughts for the time being, he instead concentrated on what little Faeline was trying to tell him.
His own Floette friend peered over his shoulder and started translating for him.
‘Old friend, it appears that Faeline’s mistress is very upset about something. She is inconsolable in her room and Faeline is very worried about her.’ Floette explained to him inside of his head.
Hearing this caused him to frown, he knew something had been off with her recently. He had been meaning to try and have a conversation with her about it but she had been avoiding him like the plague.
Briefly, he wondered if she could be going through something similar to him and then immediately dismissed the thought.
Clearly, she had been avoiding both Urbain and Taunie as well and not just him if what he witnessed earlier was anything to go by.
What did know, was he needed to get to her now before she did something irreversible and he couldn’t fix it. She had told him of times before trying to battle through depression and other things.
He knew that she hurt and he wanted so badly to sooth it away.
Turning to his two flowered companions, he asked them to mind the front desk while he went to sort the situation out.
Both Pokémon saluted him and he fought against the urge to roll his visible eye at them.
Getting up out of his chair, he ignored the protest of his crummy knees and grabbed his cane. He made his way to the lift, long white braid swishing behind him.
Entering the lift, he hit the button that brought him to the private floor he designated for his staff.
When the lift came to a stop, he exited it and made his way to sweet Maggie’s room as fast as his body would let him. He saw that the door was ajar and he could hear sobbing coming from inside of the room.
Pushing the door open, he entered the room and locked it behind him. He didn’t want to be interrupted nor did he want to give her the chance to flee on him.
Turning to face her, he swallowed at the sight of her on her bed. She was curled up into a tiny ball clinging to a pillow dressed in only a large T-shirt. He saw that it had ridden up and he caught sight of her pink frilly little undergarments.
His body immediately reacted to the sight and he had to adjust himself slightly through his corduroy pants.
He refused to let his body call the shots while she was so distressed.
Ignoring the antiquated pain in his ass between his legs, he went around Maggie’s bed to face her and bent down to her level.
His visible eye softened, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to smooth back her messy hair. His large palm almost covered the whole half of her face that wasn’t buried in her pillow.
Immediately, she startled at his touch and focused on him.
“Go away, AZ. I don’t want to talk to you right now!” She choked through her sobs.
He sighed. Such a stubborn little thing she was.
“Sweet little sprite, you know I can’t do that. You are inconsolable, please tell me what the matter is.” He prodded gently.
At his gentle prodding, she looked away from him.
“If I tell you want the matter is, you won’t want to be around me anymore.” She mumbled sullenly, her words punctuated by the occasional hiccup.
He gave her a gentle look at what she told him. There was absolutely nothing that she could tell him that would make him not want to be around her anymore.
“Oh my little one, there is nothing you could tell me that would make me not want to be around you anymore.” He intoned softly.
She looked back up at him and it was like the dam finally broke for real.
Before he realized what was happening, she had moved and practically launched herself at him. Her small body collided with his large one with such force that he lost his balance and fell onto the floor.
Ignoring his smarting ass, he shifted them so he was cradling her against him and she buried her wet face into his neck. She was positively clinging to him and he tried to calm her.
“Easy, dear one, easy. Calm now, I’ve got you.” He murmured into her hair.
For a moment, he sat with her and stroked her back while she calmed down enough to tell him what the matter was. He didn’t read too much into it, but she seemed to enjoy the touch very much.
When she finally calmed enough to talk, it all started coming out of her like the worst case of verbal diarrhea he had ever witnessed in his life. She explained to him that Jacques had propositioned her and when she gently rejected him, he became enraged with her and started sabotaging her baking in some kind of twisted retaliation. Apparently, he had been inappropriate towards her before that as well.
The whole situation angered him in a way that he had never experienced before. The thought of any other man near her caused him to grind his teeth together, the fact that it was Jacques made it worse.
While the man was great at what he did, he was a complete door knob personality wise. In his mind, the man deserved to be nowhere near her (and out his out his hotel door) but head chefs as talented as he was didn’t exactly fall from trees unfortunately.
As soon as he had the chance, he would be having a very long talk with him to make sure he stayed the hell away from her from now on.
What he really wanted to do was shove his cane so far up the man’s ass that it came out of his nose but he enjoyed his cane too much to sully it in such a way.
“Maggie, what happened to you was NOT your fault, do you understand? I will take care of the situation, you can be rest assured of that.” He said reassuringly.
She sighed softly and nodded into his neck.
Momentarily, they simply sat in silence as she continued to calm down, until she turned her face up slightly and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw.
“AZ, thank you for everything.” She murmured softly.
The kiss, as sweet and gentle as it was caused him to tingle all the way down his spine to his feet.
He was over 3000 years old, it had been quite some time since he had been attached to anybody but it even then it hadn’t felt as good as that one kiss just did.
He knew that she had just been very upset but that small kiss had ignited a fire within his body and made him so very weak for her.
Gently, he turned his head and captured her lips with his own. She let a small little noise that went straight to his burgeoning cock and kissed him back, nipping playfully at his lips.
He responded by licking along the seam of her mouth demanding entrance which she readily gave him. He groaned as he licked into her mouth, she must have consumed something sweet earlier because he swore that he could taste it on her. He wanted to explore every inch of her sweet mouth and claim it for his own.
Soon, it wasn’t enough anymore. More, he needed more.
Parting from her momentarily, he got up with her still in his arms and placed her on her bed his cane completely forgotten for the time being.
For once, he thanked every deity above for how tall he was. It made it easier to get her back onto her bed without much trouble.
Climbing onto the bed, he slid up and caged her small body in with his bigger one. He rested his arms on either side of her curly head.
Gazing up at him, she looked up at him with large, shining eyes and he look down at her reverently. His last shreds of self control were quickly fraying on him, she had just been very upset moments earlier and he needed to knew that he had her explicit consent before anything else happened.
Lowering himself down slightly, he ran his nose down her jaw and then nipped at her earlobe.
“Listen to me little one. Before we go any further, I need your explicit consent because if I start, I won’t be stopping.” He growled into her ear, nipping at it once more a little harder.
This caused her to let out a little ‘Oh!’ and she tried to arch up into him but he held her in place.
Her responsiveness to his touch was going to kill him. He was painfully hard now and he could feel his pre cum beginning to leak into his pants. The effect she had on him was ridiculous.
At what he told her, her pupils blew wide with arousal and she nodded but it wasn’t enough. He needed her words, he needed her to physically say it to him.
“Words darling, I need you to use your words.” He ordered softly.
He watched her try force her arousal fogged brain try to string an appropriate response together.
“I consent, holy shit, do I consent but there is something you need to know. I haven’t actually ‘done it’ before.” She confessed softly.
Realizing what she was confessing to him, he almost came in his pants right then and there like some horny teenage boy. The idea that he was the first (and hopefully only) person to have her in such a way drove him completely wild.
However, he was an old man and she was so young. Surely, she would want to be with someone closer to her age. He needed to be sure that she wouldn’t regret giving him such an important of part of her.
“Oh my sweet girl, are you sure you want your first time to be with an old man like me?” He asked gently.
Giving him a sweet look that was clearly only meant for him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and started rubbing herself against him in a very delicious way.
“Absolutely, you care about me, you look after me when I need it and I trust you.” She murmured, stroking his cheeks and running her hands through his white hair.
His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at her sweet touch.
He hadn't been told anything like that by anybody in so long, he had forgotten what it felt like. For the first time in so long, his chest felt a little lighter.
“Okay, little one. Okay.” He murmured back softly.
Shifting slightly, he found the end of her oversized shirt and slipped his large hands underneath it. He stroked and touched every inch of skin he could get his hands on. He cataloged her every reaction to his touch, determined to learn all of her and ruin her for anybody else the same way she already ruined him.
Pushing up her shirt until it was rucked up over her chest, he took in the glorious sight of her naked chest. She was all soft curves and it made his mouth water.
He touched, nipped, sucked everything he could get his hands and mouth on. He was determined to mark every part of her so everybody in his hotel knew just who she belonged to, especially his little pissant head chef.
The noises he pulled from her made his aching cock leak even more into his pants if it was even possible.
Moving his attention from her chest to the apex of her thighs, his visible eye darkened and his nostrils flared. There was a damp spot on her little pink panties and he groaned softly knowing he was the direct cause of it.
He looked to her one last time for permission to pass the point of no return and she nodded.
Pulling her little panties aside, he couldn’t help the low growl he emitted when he caught sight of her well-groomed, positively dripping little slit.
Carefully, he gathered the moisture he found there on his large thumb and ran up her slit until he found the little nub of pleasure that he was looking for that would make her scream for him. He started circling his thumb around the little nub and she cried out for him. The sound like music to his ears.
“Tell me, little one. Have you touched yourself before?” He inquired.
At his question, she broke eye contact with him. She flushed deeply from her head all the way down her neck and nodded.
“Yes, most times to thoughts of what I wanted you to do to me.” She admitted, still unable to look him in the eye.
At her admission, he let out a low groan. The thought her bringing herself to climax at dirty thoughts of him was almost too much. A time or two, he had given in and indulged in a bit of stress relief at dirty thoughts of her but he would revisit that with her at a later date. At this moment, it was all about her.
While one hand was still busy at the apex of her thighs, the other forced her eyes back onto him.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you tell me this things? You drive me almost mad with want and make no mistake, I will have you. Before I do, you must know that I do not share. When I take you, your pussy will be mine in entirety.” He told her seriously.
Hips moving in time with his ministrations, she nodded but that wasn’t good enough.
“Words, little one. Now tell me, who do you belong to?” He questioned, speeding up his ministrations.
He watched her let out a loud keen, and try to focus on him.
“You, AZ. Only you!” She groaned back, desperately trying to chase her climax.
He smirked watching her writhe and moan trying desperately to fall over the edge of no return.
“Good girl, now cum for me!” He ordered, almost growling out the words.
He inserted his pointer finger inside of her slick heat and then added his ring finger causing her to cry out so loudly that he was certain the whole floor probably heard it and he couldn’t even bring himself to care. He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion and that was all it took for her to fall off of the edge of no return. He could feel her gush all over his fingers and felt major pride at making her come apart so completely with just his fingers.
Being unable to take it anymore, removed his hand from her and undid his pants. He release his leaking, aching cock from its confines with a huge sigh of relief. He hadn't been this hard before in recent memory.
Pumping himself a couple of time with the hand he just made her climax with, he watched sweet Maggie watch his movements with her bottom lip between her teeth clearly enjoying his little show.
Lining up his leaking cock with her sopping entrance, he rubbed it up and down coating it with her juices. He knew that he was larger than normal because of his size. Even if he couldn’t fit it all in, experiencing this with Maggie and making it memorable for her was all that matter to him at the moment.
Slowly, he let the bulbous tip of his cock catch her slick entrance and the pushed a little bit being sure to catalog every movement she made in case something went wrong and he had to stop. He didn’t want to but he would for her.
When she showed no signs of discomfort, he pushed in further. She moaned and arched up into him. He took this a sign that it was okay to keep going. He slowly pushed in further until he hit a barrier and he knew that this part would likely hurt a little bit.
“Apologies, beloved.” He murmured, pushing his forehead against hers.
She looked back at him with nothing but love in her eyes, something he certainly didn’t deserve but enjoyed it all the same. He knew that he was completely gone on her.
“It’s okay.” She murmured.
He pushed the rest of the way in. She let a pain-filled groan and hid her face in the crook of his neck.
He wait for the longest moment of his whole life until she started moving against him and was ready for him to move again.
Having fit as much of his cock as he could in her, he began moving in earnest.
Christ, it felt good. It felt too good and he knew that he wouldn’t last as long as he would like to. Finding her little clit once more, he began circling it roughly and she started trying to move with him. He could feel her start fluttering around him and started feeling familiar tingling at the base of his spine.
He knew that he reached his limit and was determined to take her with him. He sped up his movements and she started moving uncontrollably.
“AZ! Oh my god! I’m gonna-!” She moaned loudly.
She started clenching around him with such force that he wasn’t sure if her body was trying to spit his cock out or take him in deeper.
Letting out a long groan, he fell over the edge completely emptying himself inside of her. With each spurt, he shuddered involuntarily. He couldn’t remember the last an orgasm felt that good. It was like an out of body experience.
“F-Fuck!” He yelled loudly.
When he finished, he gently pulled his softening cock out of her. He watched her groan and shudder with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She had a completely blissed out look on her face and his chest swelled with pride knowing he put it there.
After he calmed her some, he reluctantly separated himself from her and got up on shaky legs. Going to her bathroom, he got a damp cloth to clean himself and her up with.
After cleaning himself, he returned to her and saw that she was almost asleep. His visible eye softened, he had worn her right out. He gently cleaned the mess their coupling left between her legs and threw the dirty cloth into her dirty clothes hamper.
He decided to divest himself of his jacket, shirt, pants and footwear but left his underwear on. He knew he wasn’t leaving her anytime soon but still wanted to be somewhat comfortable.
Crawling back into bed with her, he fixed her displaced clothes the best he could and groped for her sheets to cover them with.
He knew that he would regret not moving them to his bedroom when he couldn’t move in the morning but he couldn’t be bothered to care now.
He would deal with the consequences in the morning.
Curling himself around her, he watched her bury her face into his white hair and let out a soft sigh.
For the first time in so long, he felt the burden of his sins ease a bit and he knew it was because of the little sprite nestled in his arms.
He knew that he would care for and protect her for the rest of his days, however long that was.
She was his to keep now and he would keep her.
For always.