A/N: Hey Lovelies! So, I didn't think people would actually read this fic because it was just a little side thing I was doing, but I want to thank the 8 follows I got to this story and the 6 favorites! That made me really happy since this is my first story! Sorry for waiting like a month before posting and update tho, school's starting up again soon and since procrastination is a bitch, shit's starting to get a little real for me.

I wrote a lengthy chapters for all you baes who are sticking with me, so bear with it. I had to write a little sexual tension in there, because yall know me ;) The long awaited lemon(s) will come in the next like one or two chapters, so wait on it.

R&R please! 3

- 6 -

Giving her stew one last stir, Candy placed the top back onto the pot and turned the stove off. "You used quite a big pot," Candy all but jumped at the sound of Lysander's voice. He was leaning against the door frame coolly with his arms crossed. A hand on her heart, "You startled me." Candy avoided his gaze as she recollected herself; embarrassment lingered from the incident with him earlier. Candy went to go open the oven to check on her rolls. Forgetting how short her dress was, as she bent over to reach for them on the bottom-most rack, she exposed the thin, white lacy material that (barely) covered her derriere and her secret garden.

Lysander blushed furiously and averted his eyes as quickly as he could but the damage had already been done. All he could think about was that the only barrier between him and her sex was a thin pair of lacy panties. He felt his member stiffen as the image refused to leave his mind. Candy took the rolls out of the oven, and thankfully, the skirt of her dress fell back into place. Lysander let out a sigh of relief. Candy had still been ignoring him, but glanced to make sure he was alright - she couldn't stay angry with him forever, after all.

"Are those, are those the only ones you made?" he asked Candy, desperately trying to shift his thinking. "No," she said simply. "I made more, I just have to get them," and she began to bend over again, but Lysander stopped her with a, "No!" She froze. "Is everything alright, Master? You've been acting quite...unusual lately."

"I? Me? No, I am fine."

"Are you sure you're feeling ok...?" she advanced on him with genuine worry.

He turned toward the oven, "I feel perfectly fine. Why do you ask?"

"Well," she began, "For starters, you never come into the kitchen when I'm cooking. You usually wait in the dining room to be served."

"And you do not usually use contractions when speaking with me, so there is a first for everything, right?" Candy put a hand to her mouth. "Don't worry, I like it. It makes me feel like you are getting comfortable with me," he added as he smiled at her. Before she could think up a reply, he took the oven mitts off her hands. "Allow me," he said as he pulled the bread out of the oven "I came down because I wanted to help."

He's being sweet: trying to make up for everything earlier, I assume... she mused. In truth she didn't mind it at all, it was just fun pretending to be mad at him. She thanked him curtly to keep up her ruse. "God, how many did you make?" he asked as he pulled his fifth tray out. "There should only be one more pan in there."

Pulling the last one out, he yanked the oven mitts off of his hands and shook them in an attempt to cool them. Candy giggled. "What is so funny?" he pouted.

"Nothing, nothing. Hey, the food's ready now, so let's eat." ladling up a portion of stew, she grabbed a bowl within reach with her free hand, and cradled the food into it. Handing it to Lysander, he broke two rolls off one of the masses of bread and took a whiff of his favorite stew. "It smells delicious, as always." She couldn't repress the smile that formed on her lips. She took pride in her cooking because it was the only thing she could do before Lysander found her, before she became his maid. It was her skill, the only thing she had left of her mother.

A loud slurp brought her back to reality, "How rude," she laughed again before breaking off a roll for herself and popping a piece into her mouth. "Candy, your cooking is superb, but I hope you're not expecting me to eat all of it."

"...I make this same amount of food every Friday night." Candy's smile faded into a frown.

"Oh." was all Lysander could say as he ate another spoonful of stew. Candy didn't blame him for not knowing: she was sure that he knew nothing of most of her doings around the house anyway. She was supposed to exist in the shadows like any other maid. But still, his lack of observance stung her ego a tiny bit. She contemplated whether she should tell him what she planned to do with the food. He could always order to know what you would do with it anyway, her inner voice chirped. She decided to simply come forth: "Master?"

He replied with a 'hmm' as his mouth was full.

"Once you've finished your food, let's take a drive."

He raised an eyebrow in question, but she tried to reassure him without giving anything away, "I want to show you something." With that, she put a top with a latch onto the stew and wrapped plastic wrap around all the pans of rolls.

Putting the car into reverse, Candy eased it onto the side of the street and cut the engine. "We're here," she breathed as she rested her head against the headrest. Lysander stepped out of the car and drunk in his surroundings; there was not much to drink in save for a lonely street lamp that illuminated them and the empty street behind, and a dark, solitary building that loomed ahead.

"Where is here?" an eyebrow cocking up into his famous look of appraisal. Candy placed a pan of rolls and called, "Master, you'll see" as she pulled the second pan out of the backseat. He sighed. Lysander did not like being left in the dark, unless of course...it was with the woman whom he was lusting after so badly. Images of her lacy panties and juicy ass came back... "Master," Candy whined. All he could answered her with was a "Hmm...?" as he fantasized about how that juicy ass would feel in the palm of his hands.

"I-I need you, please..." he didn't miss the strained tones to her plea.

"Oh, do you?" He could almost feel himself stroking it...kneading it...even spanking it for making him wait so long for her...

"Yes, I need your help with this pot. It's heavy!"

Snapping out of his reverie, he went over to the other side and slid the pot out smoothly.

"Master, you were spacing out again."

"Was I? I-I had not noticed-"

"And your face, it's so red," Lysander almost flinched as she put her hand to his forehead, "Master, you're face is burning. Are you sure you're alright?" Lysander pulled away. No, he wasn't alright at all. He had just had some of the dirtiest thoughts about the object of his affections. He had never considered himself a pervert, but the way his thoughts were going...

"Master? Please say something. Are you ill? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, yes! I can hear you. I am positive I am fine. The, the stew was just hot is all. Now let's go, I will not be kept waiting any longer." He gripped the soup tighter and began to head in the direction opposite of their destination. Despite Lysander suddenly cold attitude, Candy couldn't help but giggle at his horrible sense of direction. "Hey, Master?"

"What is it now?"

"You're headed the wrong way."

Lysander was grateful his face was turned away because his blush deepen at his own display of foolishness. "I was well aware of that." He said in a pitiful attempt to salvage his pride. Candy couldn't suppress her second giggle, "Of course you did. This way." Candy picked up the rolls and led the way to the shadowy building ahead.

Upon closer inspection, Lysander could see that the building was in extreme disrepair: windows were shattered, parts of the building itself were crumbling, and the door that led into the place hung on one hinge. "This is..." he trailed off, but Candy made no effort to answer his unfinished question. She knocked rhythmically on the door and awaited. Shortly after knocking, a portly older looking man greeted them, "Why, hello there Candy! You are right on time, and you've brought a friend! Thanks for coming!" She nodded with a sweet smile on her face and entered with Lysander trailing behind her.

He took in the room: the inside looked just as broken as the outside. Every floorboard creaked in protest as they crossed the room to what looked like a kitchen area. "I'll leave you two kids to set up while I get the children ready for supper," with that the portly man exited. Candy motioned to a free counter, "You can set that pot right there." He complied and surveyed his surroundings even more. Paint was chipping, there was mildew on the lower parts of the walls, water stains on every counter, you name it. He could feel her eyes watching him, so he connected his questioning gaze to her serious one.

"This is where my meals would come from before you...found me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was full of raw emotion. He opened his mouth to speak, but Candy held up her hand to stop him. "This is a food pantry, but the upper level houses orphans." She swallowed thickly and continued, "It wasn't my home, but...I had a lot of friends that lived here." This was news to him. In fact, he realizes that he knew nothing about her past save for finding her in an alley, he had never asked. He wasn't one to pry in the first place, but there was always something that intrigued him about the woman that served him tirelessly day and night. To find out that she left the house routinely on friday evenings to serve food to people in the same position she was, he was...proud. Yes, he was proud to know a young woman as phenomenal as she.

"I know it was dishonest of me to keep something like this from you, and to be using extra grocery money to help these people, but please, I beg you, don't fire me. I don't want to go back. Please no, not to that place," Candy hadn't even noticed the tears that were flowing freely from her eyes until Lysander reached over and wiped them away. Lysander had finally spoken up, "Fire you? That is rich. Why would I be angry over this? You are so silly." He slyly pulled her closer to him, their waists touching. "But I-I lied to you, Master," their sudden proximity was flustering her.

Lysander took this opportunity to turn the conversation. "You are right. Lying to your Master is unforgivable...what shall I do with you?" He asked, while his thumb caressed the side of her face. He was giving her that look that made her melt on spot. She noticed an uncomfortable bulge pressed dangerously close to her womanhood. When did that get there...? Feeling his growing erection had her mind reeling with possibilities of just what he could do to her. That strange feeling in the pit of her stomach revisited her and she found herself wanting him to initiate something more and more.

Lysander had caught her undivided attention and he loved it. There were so many things he wanted to do to her in that moment, and along with her lustful gaze his erection was only edging him on. But, he hadn't forgotten just where they were that easily. He felt Candy try to squirm out of his grip, but it only made him tighten it. "Ah, ah, ah not until you have received your punishment." Candy's face was burning red as the dirty fantasies ran rampant throughout her mind, the crotch of her flimsy panties dampening. Lysander prolonged the moment for a little more, relishing in her reactions, "I know what I want to do. Close your eyes..."

"W-What? But I-" she protested breathlessly. The corners of his lips quirked up slightly, "Close your eyes." It was a command, not a request. She complied, and no sooner had she done so did she feel the soft touch of his lips to her. Another sweet kiss to match the apologetic one he'd given her earlier that day. Lysander cracked an eye open to see what face she was making, and he wished he hadn't because it made him even harder. She was wearing such a vulnerable expression. The fact that he was causing that drove him crazy.

Slowly, his lips left hers and as Candy eyes fluttered open, a mixed chorus of "awws", "oohs" and "yucks!" made her jump right back into reality. The children had all been standing in the doorway, watching them. Lysander didn't think it was possible for Candy's blush to deepen any further, but she face found a new shade of deep red as the embarrassment ate at her.

"Wh-Who's ready for dinner?" Candy asked shakily. Cheers erupted as they all made breaks for the tables that were set up across the squeaky floorboards. Letting out a sigh, Candy put on an apron and threw one to her Master. Without a complaint, he donned it and listened to the directions she gave him to set the tables. Candy's face still showed hints of rosiness, but he didn't want it to leave just then, so he whispered "We'll finish what we started later. You have my word." directly into her ear. Candy shivered at the prospects, but swatted him gently with a ladle to cover her feelings. Chuckling at her reaction, Lysander took one last look at her face and did as she had told him.

"We are finally home," Candy proclaimed as she unlocked and opened the door. Lysander let out a breath in agreement. He was quite weary from the night's events. It was well past 11pm and serving dinner to the children in the food pantry was exhausting: they ran him ragged. Not only were they talkative, but their questions drove his slightly nuts.

Kid 1: "Hey Mister!"

Lysander: "Please, call me Lysander."

Kid 1: "Whatever, Mister. I got a question!"

Lysander: "What is it?"

Kid 1: "Why you dress so funny?"

Lysander: "I happen to like the way I dress."

Kid 2: "Really? I think you look strange!"

Kid 1: "You talk funny too!"

Kid 3: "Hey Mister?."

Lysander: "Yes?"

Kid 3: "Why are your eyes two different colors?"

Kid 2: "Yeah! Why? Why? Why? Why?"

Lysander: "Well I have a special condition that makes them that way."

Kid 2 & 3: "Really?"

Lysander: "That's right."

Kid 1: "So do Candy got that thing ya got?"

Lysander: "I am not quite sure..."

Kid 1: "Do ya know anythin' Mister?"

Lysander: "Now, wait just a-"

Kid 4: "Mister?"

Lysander: "What?!"

She shrank back a little at his sudden outburst, A small girl no older than 6 had addressed him.

Lysander: "I apologize for startling you. What is it?"

Kid 4: "Um, I was wondewin', since you kissed Candy, do that mean you wove her?"

Her big brown eyes were bright with hope for storybook endings. Lysander's mouth was slightly agape, he had been caught off guard with that question. The little girl looked up at him expectantly

Lysander: "Well, I, I-uh *cough*I think I"

Kid 1: "So this my competition? I wont lose to ya Mister. Candy's gonna be my wife someday!"

Lysander turned to the boy not a day above 13 years old and scoffed lightly.

Lysander: "Is that so?"

Kid 1: "Damn straight! I'm in love with her! Ya can't even say you love her properly with viction!"

Lysander: "You mean conviction?"

Kid 1: "Whatever, old man. Alls I know is that she's gonna be mine when I'm all grown up. And there is nothing you can do about it!"

With that, the boy yanked Lysander's tophat from out of his hands and made off with it.

Lysander: "Hey you! Get back here!"

Remembering the antics of those crazy kids made him breath out another sigh of relief. He didn't know how Candy could do it, much less alone, every Friday evening. She did seem to be an expert in corralling them though. They all listened to her and the younger girls followed her around like ducklings. He had to admit that it was quite cute how they all gathered around her while she read a bedtime story. Even the oldest boy who had declared his love for her leaned up against a wall as she read. Candy was a beautiful. Not just externally, but internally and it tugged at his heartstrings to see her in such a tender moment. Taking the things to the kitchen, he helped Candy put the dishes into their dishwasher in silence.

When that was said and done, she thanked him for his help and told him she was going up to her room to prepare for bed. She bid him good night and watched her back as she exited the kitchen.

Leaning against the counter, Lysander waited until he couldn't hear her footsteps any longer before making his way up to the music room. Upon opening the door, he retrieved the bag he had purchased from his brother's shop that afternoon. Checking it, relief washed over as he saw that the contents remained intact. He knew he was being irrational, but he did not want anything to happen to his birthday gift. Examining the red ribbony lingerie in his hands further, he came to terms with how perverted he actually was. And he felt even more so as he imagined how nice the color would look against her skin.

Pushing the thoughts away he felt that then would be the best time to go and sneak this onto her bed. She would be in the bathroom attached to her room, so she wouldn't even hear him come in. Going with this plan, he noticed his forgotten notebook and put it back on the shelf. He tried so hard to break his habit of losing them. Leaving the music room, he crept-he had no idea why he did but-he crept up more stairs to get to Candy's room.

The door was slightly ajar as he approached. Perfect, he thought just as he was about to execute his plan, he was stopped in his tracks as he realized that she was already finished with her shower. Not only was she very wet, but she was very naked. Dumbstruck, he studied her gorgeous body. She was nowhere near as thin as she was when they had first met. Her evenly tanned skin stretched over her ample breast. The brown buds pointed toward him as if they were begging for his mouth to be on them. She had a little paunch of a stomach, but it gave her body a softer look setting her small waist and big hips into proportion. And those thick, cafe au lait thighs were guarding what was at the apex of them. Guarding the hilt his member wanted so desperately to be buried in. His pants were painfully tight, and his manhood only grew the longer he peeped.

Without accomplishing his original goal, he crept up to his room and locked the door immediately. The image of her body was all but branded in the forefront of his mind. Dropping the bag, Lysander loosened his belt, he freed his member and gave it a few teasing caresses before he stroked himself vigorously. It had been such a long day, and they had shared so many moments together that made his lust for her multiply. He had to have her. His penis remained at attention even after he shot a load off, so he got up and took a cold shower before taking he weary self to bed.

What a day it had been.