AN:
I know the title of the chapter sounds a bit strange (at least that it was I think), but I didn´t found a better one.
Marmottine: There will definitely more things happen regarding her friend the wolf and soon they will be back on the road.
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Have fun
Millis P.O.V
When she woke up again, the next day had already started and the sun had been up for a few hours.
The room was empty when she looked around and Lamberts swords were gone, indicating he was somewhere outside.
Probably eating breakfast or doing some Witcher-stuff.
Checking her surrounding, her hand grabbed the door-handle and tried to open it. It was closed and locked, the windows were at well.
Locked me in. At least no one can get to me.
Not knowing what else to do, Milli decided it was the perfect opportunity to check on her injuries, without worrying about male eyes.
Pulling the shirt over her head was the first problem she had to face, every movement of her arms and upper body send little jolts of pain through her ribcage.
Why always me? One day I will be used to this, if it doesn´t change.
Groaning, she was finally able to get it over her head, and when she opened her eyes again, her gaze fell down on her breast.
It was spotted with dark bruises, resembling a handprint.
Grabbing a little mirror from the pile of her new things, she held it in front of her to get a better look.
The bruises on her breast really had the form of a hand and her ribs were blue, where the bastard had kicked her.
Looking from every possible angle, she sighted- Milli had been lucky that there were only bruises to worry about. It could have ended a lot worse.
Taking the rest of the ointment Lambert had prepared, the young woman tends to her injuries, letting it do its job.
Where the ointment met her skin, warmth spread, and the pain eased.
I lost a lot of weight in the last months. Weren´t I bruised, I would probably look kind of beautiful. Who am I kidding- I am probably still a troll. A troll who´s only ability is to get into trouble.
Tears started to rise in her eyes.
Why the fuck am I here?
Ignoring the fact that she was only wearing her underpants, she let herself sit down on the wooden floor, her back turned towards the door.
Milli didn´t know how long she sat there, when someone cleared his throat behind her.
Looking back over her shoulder, she noticed Lambert standing a few steps behind her, a small frown on his face.
His gaze stayed on her for another second, before it shifted around the room searching for any indication, why his female companion was crying on the floor in only her panties.
Shit. How did he get in here without me noticing?
"Lambert."
His gaze wandered back to her.
Unstrapping his swords, he walked towards the bed, were her nightgown was laying and grabbed it.
Returning to her, he stood right at her back, his booted feet touching her lower back, taking in her broken form.
Without saying a word, he let her shirt fall into her lab and he turned around, so she would be able to change into it without him looking at her.
Staring at her shirt for a few seconds, she pulled it over her head and stood up, drying her face with the hem in the process.
"Where were you?" She asked with a weak voice, her throat was dry from her crying.
"In the woods, looking for any signs of the Chort. Found nothing, it looks like it just disappeared. What about you? What happened." He answered her with a neutral voice.
No signs of the Chort. Did it disappear? Why, after helping me…
"Nothing. I – I just broke down. Everything was just too much I think." She mumbled her answer.
But the man didn´t looked fully convinced.
"We will stay the rest of the day here and leave early tomorrow morning, shouldn´t the beast shows up again till then."
Milli nodded in understanding.
"I should get ready for the day. What did you plan for today?"
"Staying inside for now. Later take another look around the forest. Food will be brought in the next hour, until then you can take a bath or lay down in bed. Back on the road, I will teach you to defend yourself and fight. We will train every evening. No arguments." His voice was commanding, but it was clear to her, he was worried about her wellbeing.
With a short nod, the young woman showed her understanding and was able to muster a small smile.
They spend the next few minutes in silence, her thoughts went back to her previous thoughts.
"Lambert?" She whispered.
"Mhm."
"Do I look like a troll?" Her voice was barely over a whisper, but the man understood her well.
"Why do you ask? What gave you that thought. Did those bastards said something like that?" It sounded like a growl. Lambert had taken a step towards his companion during his little outburst.
His eyes and posture demanding an answer.
"No. It wasn´t them." She declared. "Did I ever told you the whole story about how I ended here?"
When he shook his head, Milli began to tell him her story.
She told him about how she met her boyfriend and a bit about their relationship, until she reached the night at the bar and what the girl had spat into her face.
The second, she repeated what Leon had told her about the reason for their relationship (that she was only a bet and easy fuck for him), she couldn´t suppress a little hiccup. For her the love had been real, but now it was just a reminder of her weakness.
His face had stayed neutral the whole time.
Why should he care about that Milli? He was only worried, because he has to look after you.
"Sorry. Didn´t want to bother you with my problem. Just forget what I said."
She stood up and wanted to walk to the bathroom, when Lambert stopped her in her track.
"You don´t. Look like a troll, I mean, and I don´t think you were fat." He told her.
"I saw you almost naked, remember? Would you have been, your skin wouldn´t be this firm. It would be crinkly." His voice sounded sincere.
"Thank you, Lambert."
He nodded in approval.
"Your bruises looking better, shouldn´t bother you too much anymore. Calm down and stop thinking about those pieces of Katakanshit. They are not worth your strength and tiers." The last part sounded more like an order.
When she exited again, her companion was standing in the middle of the room, his upper body was bare, and he had his steel – sword in one of his hands.
She made her way towards the bed and sat down, interested in what the male was doing.
He began a slow dance with his sword, always changing positions. One time it was one fir defence only to change into one for offence.
The first half an hour, it was interesting and Milli sat there in awe, staring at the muscular body in front of her.
Looking down were her boots stood, she saw two little acorns laying next to them.
Slowly reaching down, her eyes never left her roommate.
Let´s see how good you are!
Grabbing the first acorn, she got back into a seating position, took aim and threw it, aiming for the Witcher´s head (whom had his back turned towards her).
With a swift and fluid motion, Lambert turned and hit the projectile with his sword, splitting it into halves.
Acting without thinking, she threw the other at him and it was split into half as well, sending a smug smirk at her direction.
She on the other hand tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Worst aim I ever saw." He chuckled.
"Oi. The first would have hit, weren´t it for your damn reflexes." She defended her aim, totally forgetting she tried to look innocent.
"But it didn´t. I have to admit, though, this was a pleasant variety to my usual sequence." Lambert told her.
"Does that mean, I am allowed to throw things at you at random times?" Milli grinned?
The only answer she got was a cocky raised eyebrow and a little shake of the head.
I take that as a yes.
Her companions little training session turned her head away from her previous thoughts and she was smiling again.
Lambert sheathed his sword and placed it next to his silver one.
Making one of his usual signs, the fire in the fireplace ignited itself and Milli became an idea.
"Can you teach me how to do that? Making fire without any tools, I mean."
Lambert cocked an eyebrow and then pulled his shirt back over his head and got clothed.
"Don´t know if you are able to do that."
Her face fell for a split second, it could get handy after all.
The Witcher must have seen it, because he quickly added "But I could show you and we will see."
A wide grin appeared on her face.
"Thank you, Lambert."
"Yeah. Don´t mention it. Food should be here any moment. And as much as I like the view at the moment, you should put on some clothes." He said with an even deeper voice than usual.
A deep crimson blush climbed up her cheeks. Only now did she realise, that Lambert probably saw her naked, when he stood behind her.
Knock. Knock. Knock
Must be the food.
Lambert motioned for her to get into the bathroom and grabbed one of his swords.
Always on the save side.
The second the young woman disappeared into the joined room, the Witcher opened the door a little bit and glanced around. His usual stare on his face.
"I was told to bring the food. I don´t want to interrupt anything Mr. Witcher." A young woman´s voice said. "You look exhausted Master Witcher. If there is anything I could do, to help with that, just tell me." She whispered, definitely trying not to be heard by anyone in the close vicinity except the man himself.
Is she flirting with him? Did she just offered to sleep with him?
A look of disbelieve appeared on the young woman´s face and she had to fight not to laugh out loud on her companion's response.
He stepped closer to him and lowered his head, but instead giving the girl a kiss (like she had expected) he grabbed the tray with food and whispered a `bye`, only to close the door right into her baffled face.
With a slight jerk of his head, he motioned for the blue haired woman to come back into the main room and take a seat.
"I need to change first." She answered him, to what he only shrugged "Hurry up then, I am hungry."
Old but gold Lambert.
"Then turn around or close your eyes. So I don´t need to get back into the bath to change after grabbing my clothes." She told him and he demonstrative closed his eyes.
Quickly she pulled on her trousers and fastened her bra (under the shirt), before changing her sleeping-shirt into one of her newer ones. Her back turned towards the man at all times.
The whole process only took her a minute at most.
"Finished."
"Then sit down and eat."
The meal consisted of freshly baked bread, a soup and some roasted vegetables and meat.
It was simple, jet tasted wonderful.
Sitting and eating there in silence, they savoured their probably last decent meal before returning on the road.
"Why were you laughing back there?" Lambert asked bored.
"Huh?- Oh. I think the girl tried to get into your pants and I was imagining her face. It looked like you were about to kiss her and then just grabbed the food and closed the door into her face. That was quite mean of you, by the way." She explained.
"Didn´t like how she spoke and smelled."
Wait smelled?
"That girl was all over you. And what do you mean with, you didn´t like her smell?"
"Just what I said. She smelled weird. Sweet and nothing else. But why do you want to know?" He explained without much emotion.
"Just sounded strange, guess I forgot again that your senses are a lot better than mine. Or any other normal human for that manner."
He send her a look saying `that's not what I mean and you know it`. And she sighted.
"I don´t know if you Witcher are bound to the same needs as other men, but if it is the case. You must be glad someone would offer you to help you. Damn that sounded wrong.- hold on"
Milli tried to find the right wording.
"What I want to say is, and don´t laugh about my word choices, if you feel the need to sleep with someone I won´t stay in the way. Just tell me you need some time alone and I will find something to occupy myself with. You said it yourself, people usually don´t like you or aren´t very welcome towards you, so someone offering her to you must be a rare occurrence. Also, she seemed quite young if you ask me." She mumbled, fearing she may cross a line.
"I am not sure I understand what you want to say." He answered with a grin, he was enjoying her explanation attempts.
Yes, you do.
"Fine. If you want to fuck, do it. If you feel the need to jerk off, I don´t care- just leave me out of it, or at least warn me so I don´t walk into you doing it. I don´t know how the believes here are, but woman can feel primal needs as well and I now how that feels like. So, do me the favour, to avoid any outburst because you haven´t bust your nut in too long, and do just that, ok?" Milli groaned, she wasn´t a prude, but she didn´t know Lambert long enough for her to speak like that to him (under usual circumstances). Her face had begun to heat up and she send the man a little glare.
Lambert was fighting not to laugh out loud over her little outburst.
"Bite me." She mumbled annoyed about his antics and ate up, ignoring the now loud laughter.
"Didn´t you want to check the woods or something like that?" The young woman growled, when Lambert kept looking in her direction, grinning.
Raising his hand in surrender, the Witcher stood up and exited the room. But nor without grabbing his swords.
"I will lock the door." Was the last thing he said before disappearing on his hunt.
Damn, he got on my nerves. Stupid Lambert and his stupid reactions. First, I open my heart to him and then he laughs about me. Stupid emotionless Witcher.
Still angry, and with nothing else to do, Milli laid down on the bed and closed her eyes.
Who knows when I can sleep on something comfortable like this again.
Quickly the anger faded, and she drifted in a dreamless slumber.