Michaela fidgeted with the worn cloak that weighed her shoulders down. How could it be so heavy and so ineffective at the same time? The carriage hit a small bump and the scruffy blonde beside her shot her an uncomfortable grimace, which she imagined was supposed to be a smile without the cigarette hanging from his mouth. She thought wistfully of the days of childhood, when snuggling up to someone for warmth was cute rather than a quasi-romantic gesture. It would do no good to leave such an accidental impression on a co-worker before even reaching her new place of work.
The carriage suddenly banged, and Michaela whipped her head around to see the door had come open. She saw the arm of the Chinese man reach out and pull it closed again and wondered vaguely how it came to be open in the first place, but a particularly biting wind swept bitter thoughts towards all the carriage's occupants into her mind in its stead.
As they rounded the last corner of trees, Michaela tried not to look impressed as a vast lawn dotted with neatly trimmed hedges leading up to the largest mansion she'd ever seen came into view. Assuming there wasn't some shabby building behind the mansion, at least the servants' quarters would be warm. And with a spread like this, even a shabby servants building was sure to be better than the city.
The blonde nudged her in the side; Michaela had been absorbing her surroundings so eagerly she hadn't noticed they'd pulled up to the front door. The fair blonde she was told was the gardener, and male, was stacking suitcases unbelievably high in one hand. She sceptically eyed his barrettes and briefly scanned over his crotch before clutching her hand bag to hop off the carriage. She stopped at the side of the carriage and looked up at the door handle. It was well above her eye level, the heavy ineffectual cloak and her hand bag stuffed to an unrecognizable shape bogged her down, and the dusting of white on the ground spoke against simply dropping her bag. Scruffs, she decided to call him in absence of remembering his name, leaned over her shoulder to pull open the door. The Chinese couple hopped out and Michaela nervously bobbed her head in a short approximation of a bow. Was she supposed to bow? Couldn't she have gotten some training before meeting the employer and his buddies? Her eyes lingered on the Chinese girl's short skirt as she rounded the carriage, what kind of friends were these anyways?
Michaela stepped between the blondes as they followed the sullen boy and his queer friends up the stairs. The door opened, with the tall dark butler on the other side. Hadn't he been in the carriage with them when they left London? No one else batted an eye as he led the master and guests to the parlour, leaving Michaela to stare on in wonder.
She turned as someone cleared their throat, a kind looking old man stood before her, offering to take her bag.
"Oh, Th-thank you." Michaela quickly stammered.
"Think nothing of it. Many are often dazzled by Mr. Michaelis when they first meet him. If you'll follow me then miss-"
"Michaela"
"Miss Michaela. You may call me Tanaka."
Michaela nodded awkwardly and followed the butler as he led her through hallway after hallway. He opened a door to a modest room with plain walls, and plain window coverings. The bed looked comfortable and cozy. However beside the bed was a rather rickety looking cot.
"What is… that?" Michaela hesitated to ask, guessing full well the answer.
"Rest assured you're going to have your own room Miss. However it hasn't quite been finished as of present. Mr. Bard shall show you around this afternoon so you'll be able to find everything you could need, but please don't hesitate to ask." Tanaka bowed slightly and turned to leave.
"Wait, I'm not going to be sharing with Scruffs—er Bard do I?" Michaela blurted out, blushing as the old man's smile held unwaveringly.
"No, your room mate for now is Miss Mey-Rin this manor's maid. Oh- and your uniform is hanging in the wardrobe, Miss Mey-Rin is serving the young master and his guests tea so you can settle and change undisturbed."
"Th-thanks again." Michaela muttered, trying to imitate his bow. She watched after him and glanced down the hall before closing the door and throwing herself on this Mey-Rin's bed. Michaela had called it; the mansion was 300% warmer than the rundown town house she had been staying at. She undid the itchy cloak and sat up, looking around for the wardrobe. With the curtains drawn and the door closed it was very low light. Rather than searching for any candles, she opened the door a crack and then went to the wardrobe. A dark blue dress with a white pinafore. How classic, how not going to happen for long. Michaela pulled a face at the new dress as she let her old clothes fall to the ground. As she rolled the stockings up over her knee, she heard footsteps coming towards her from the hall. Pulling her other stocking on, she reached for the abominable dress and prepared to make a convincing girly scream.
As Finnian barged in with her heavy trunk held above his head, a gust from the door banging open ruffled the curtains. The room lit up for a brief, fleeting moment. But as the trunk landed on the floor, (and his foot from the looks of it) with a hollow thud—Michaela knew it had been enough. The blonde stood stammering, apparently unaware of the heavy trunk on his foot. Though since he just had it above his head quite easily, it probably wasn't a problem Michaela mused.
"S-Sorry M-M-" Finnian seemed stuck on the syllable.
Michaela let the dress fall, she hadn't managed to fake a girly scream—so clutching it to her breasts served no purposed. She crossed the room in a few strides and closed the door again; appraising the boy in the dark. She relished the sound of the heels of her new shoes clicking on the hardwood floor, a sound she hadn't heard since living with her family, as she approached the still stammering boy. She leaned down near his ear and said softly "Michaela." The heat radiated off his surely flushed cheeks making her grin. She snaked her arm around his chest to pull herself closer, pressing her bare breasts lightly into his back. What a perfect opportunity to see the truth behind those barrettes once and for all.
"Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-" Finnian progressed a sound, still stuck in a loop.
"Mi-chae-la" she hummed in a seductively singsong voice, running her finger nail lightly along Finnian's jaw line and neck. She felt the boy shiver and stop stammering in response. "And Scruffs said you were… Finnian, right?"
"Y-yes. Mi-Mi-" He tried to stammer again, but stopped instantly as Michaela leaned around to follow the path of her finger nail with the tip of her tongue. His skin was soft and tasted faintly floral as he let out a strangled murmur of that seemed confused between protest and pleasure. She chuckled quietly and walked around to stand him front of him, trailing her finger along his jaw line again.
"Will you do something for me, Finnian?" Michaela asked, resting her arms on each side of his neck.
"Wh-wh- Anything! Of course Michae-" As Finnian nearly finally successfully said her name, Michaela leaned in and pressed her lips to his fiercely. "What do you want me to do?" he asked quickly, a happy daze taking the place of his stammer. Michaela stifled a sigh; she had been hoping kissing him would unleash some sort of sexual demon in him. She sat down on the cot and leaned back, the faint light through the curtains highlighting the curves of her breasts.
"Perhaps a better question is what you want to do?" she smirked at the boy, still trying to goad him on though he seemed to be fascinated with the glimmers of light dancing on her hardened nipples. She sat back up and pulled Finnian closer by his hips, pulling on the band of his pants.
"Michae-" he began again, only to stop short as he pants fell to the floor. Michaela smiled as she had an answer she could accept, reaching for Finnian's modest sized member hungrily. She felt him shudder as she wrapped her hand around him, playfully pulling on him to bring him closer. "M-M-M-M-" he began stuttering again, as she ran her fingers slowly along his length. He held his hand out and gingerly took her breast into his hand, which he grabbed harder in shock as she suddenly took his tip into her mouth. "Michaela!"
She chuckled as the boy finally said her name, clicking her tongue against him so the warm vibrations would travel all along him. Clamping her lips down, she pulled away from him with a subtle pop.
"Yes?" she asked, piling on the sultry tone.
"Th-that feels good." He melted as she continued to stroke him. Michaela pushed him in the chest lightly and he collapsed back onto Mey-Rin's bed, only to moan again as she ran her tongue along his full length. He purred in response as she gripped the base of his shaft and began to gently twist, swirling her tongue around his tip.
Finnian gulped and tentatively ran his fingers through her maple hair, resting his palm on the back of her head as he reached the ponytail holder. Though he applied no pressure, she slid her lips all the way down his length. His hips bucked forward as he let out a long shuddering groan. She hummed and reached back to push the crème coloured bloomers off of her hips. His breathing grew ragged as he looked into her pale eyes, bold in her challenge as she began to pleasure herself.
Not willing to let him go over the edge, Michaela pulled away and crawled up the bed to him. His wide eyed expression was still confused, as though he were lost between "What's happening?" and "Why did it stop?" He closed his eyes as she leaned in to kiss him, and she breathed in his sweet scent again. His tongue clumsily learned to dance with hers as she slid her leg over to straddle him.
"What-" Finnian broke the kiss only to gasp out as Michaela impaled herself down onto his throbbing member. He grabbed onto her arms as he shuddered all along his body, Michaela could feel his full strength inadvertently trying to bruise her arms. She grinned and began to roll her hips, relishing the mewling sounds he made with each motion. His grip would tense with each thrust, but her skin wouldn't bruise.
She wove a hand underneath his neck and the other under his back and rolled so she was underneath him. He placed his hands on either side of her neck as she had been over him but stopped.
"Michaela…" Finnian seemed to be frozen, unwilling to move. She rolled her hips and let a soft moan escape from her lips.
"I can take it." She smiled up at him, but he was looking down at her body. Living in the townhouse that couldn't afford to heat its patrons let alone feed them had left her looking small and frail. She tugged his chin to pull him into a kiss, and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him deeper into her.
He pulled his hips back and slowly pushed back into her warmth, and she made a little gasp of approval. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and began to suck along his neck. The floral scent gave his skin a sweet taste, the slightest hint of dirt and sweat having been brushed away previously. She gently bit the area she had been sucking and he groaned as he pushed deeper into her again.
"I can take it." She repeated into his neck. He nodded his head as she went to kiss at his neck and he thrust into her harder. He waited for screams, for the sickening sound of bones shattering, for her fear to take her over and her to try and claw at whatever was most available to her hands like all the others before. She just sighed approvingly and paused her kissing to suck along his collar bone. "See?" she smiled into his skin. He nodded again and picked up the pace.
With each of his thrusts her legs wrapped tighter and tighter around his waist, pulling him closer to him with each moan he won from her throat. Like honey to his ears her moans covered the ominous creaking sound that filled the room. At a grunt from Finnian, Michaela bit down harder than ever on the sensitive skin of the neck sending him over the edge. As he thrust into her a final time and let out a particularly satisfying groan, the bed in an ear splitting creak crashed to the floor.
Pulled from their reverie Michaela blinked up at the ceiling, the duvet wrapped around her and Finnian on the floor—the bed having split in two beneath them from the stress. The feather mattress warped around them. Finnian's eyes were wide with fear as she stared down at her, when the mattress burst from the awkward position and feathers filled the air. She burst into laughter as his head became adorned with a crown of feathers, and the fear melted from his face.
Michaela brushed feathers out of Finnian's hair as he pulled his pants back on and opened the curtains and large window wide to empty courtyard. As he pulled the pieces of the bed out through the window, Michaela tried to fix her hair in the wardrobe mirror, pulling out her pony tail but with feathers still fluttering about she helped him maneuver a particularly awkward shaped piece (the headboard half) out the window. With the remains of the bed stacked above his head he ran off through the back of the manor to get another cot to replace the bed.
Turning to remove the feathers from her hair, there was a short knock on the door as Bard opened the door and poked his head in. He blushed and stared out the window as he saw her standing before the floor length mirror in her stockings and heels. Michaela grinned and pulled her now featherless hair back into a pony as he murmured about coming to get her for her tour of the mansion. This place was going to be fun.