Chapter 5 - Don't You Think You At Least Owe Me Breakfast?

Just as she was about to look up, a large hand covered her eyes and she let out a small shriek. She slipped on the wet floor but was caught by a large, wet arm. Her drink dropped out of her hand as her arms came up to steady herself and her hands planted on firm, slippery skin. Unfortunately for her though, she had let go of her towel and the front had fallen open. She heard a soft mumble but between the haze in her brain and the music still playing through her earphones, she couldn't make out the voice or what it was saying at all. She felt the arm and chest muscles flex with movement before she felt the warm breath on her ear. Her face flushed hot at the feeling but before she could do anything, her earbud was pulled from her ear and she heard it clatter to the floor.
"You really are trouble, aren't you, mischief?" Ainsley's husky voice tickled her ear as he leaned over her and she relaxed into his arm. In her cloudiness, Olivia let her hands slide across his chest and up onto his shoulders, Ainsley's hitched breath encouraging her. She traced the dips along his collar bones, she smoothed her fingers over a scar and the light grooves of his biceps. Ainsley's gaze wondered to the can dropped on the floor and he cursed to himself before he lifted his hand from her eyes and used the arm around her waist to spin her so that her back was facing him. Ainsley held her by the arms as he put some distance between her and his growing erection. His low, husky voice still felt like it was right in her ear despite the coolness on her back. He let go of her arms to wrap the towel around her.
"Darling.. Don't start something you can't finish." He croaked out, removing her other ear bud and dropping it down with the other one. Emboldened by her intoxication and the perceived challenge, Olivia twirled back around and step back into Ainsley's chest, once again dropping her towel. She looked up at his face, his wet hair clinging to his skin. Ainsley startled as she gripped onto his forearms, the pink dusting her cheeks, and the slight glaze to her eyes making him even more uncomfortable hard.
"You're supposed to be in bed."
"I'm not." He breathed out, trying to look anywhere but at her. His resolve was quickly broken though when she leaned against him, her breast pressed against his torso. He was about to chastise her again when he realised that she was actually on the verge of falling and his arms quickly moved to her shoulders and waist to hold her up. She laughed as her arms wrapped around his neck and moulded into him with her body.
"Mischief!" Ainsly croaked out when she wiggled her hips against him.
"Catch me Commander!" She laughed out as she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her heat pressed against the head of his erection and he groaned. Ainsley barely managed to straighten before they both toppled over.
" Þú eru erfiðr." Ainsly mumbled to himself. Olivia pulled back to look at his face, a confused expression graced her features and Ainsley let out a chuckle.
"I don't know what that means."
"You are troublesome."
"I honestly don't see how I am." She scoffed at him.
"Oh, mischief. I can tell."
"I'm tired." She leaned her head back down on his shoulder and he noticed her grip on his loosen slightly.
"No no no, darlin, you can't go to sleep right here cause I have to go and finish my shower."
"So just take me with you. I gotta have one anyway." The way her lips tickle his throat when she speaks to him nearly has him undone.
"ástin mín.. I need a cold shower." 'A super cold shower.' He thinks to himself.
"You can't just whip out this super foreign language out of nowhere and it has no business being that sexy. It's not fair."
"Sweetheart, nothing you're doing right now is fair." She was silent for a minute before she spoke again.
"I'll get down but I'm tired, will you help me?" Ainsley looked at her smooth shoulders before shaking his head.
"Let me finish my shower first and I'll think about it." He placed her down on the bench along the shower wall and watched her eyes flutter closed before draping the towel over her shoulders and moving back into the steam of the shower. It only took a minute for the bathroom to completely clear of steam and Olivia couldn't help but peak at the solid man in front of her. He had his back to her as water cascaded down the dips in his back that defined his toned muscles. He had broad shoulders and his long legs were tight with muscle. He had long slender fingers and a pale but healthy complexion. When he turned around, the heat in Olivia's face grew but she couldn't look away. The muscles in his chest and torso flexed when he moved and She traced his V lines with her eyes, right to bullseye. It's big. Even semi hard like it is now, it's got length AND girth. Olivia's nipples hardened and she got butterflies in her stomach. She had to look away before he affected her anymore. Ainsley walked over to her and knelt in front of her. It was taking everything he had not to outright look at her but the shameful glances he had stolen of her were more than enough. He was right about her waist length hair. And while he was correct in his assumption that she was petite, she did have some muscle clinging to her figure and nice, rounded thighs. Her breasts were larger than he had expected as well, giving her more of an hourglass figure. And whether she shaved or waxed, he didn't know but she was smooth and soft in all the right places.
He tapped her knee to get her attention.
"How are you feeling, ástin mín?"
"Tired and fuzzy."
"It's actually not that surprising that you're a Two-Can Sam." Ainsley let out a breathy laugh. "Do you still want some help to shower?" Olivia nodded at him as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"I don't wanna not shower, you know?" She leaned back against the cool wall.
"Are you sure it's ok if it's me? I can get one of the girls to come and help you if you want?"
"No! No." Olivia choked out. Even with the fuzziness of her mind, she couldn't even fathom the embarrassment of someone else seeing her like this. "I want it to be you. It's not like you haven't already seen everything." She laughed tiredly. Ainsley searched her face for any uncertainty before resting his forehead on her leg and mumbled under his breath.
"goð fylgjagð mik."
He moved to stand in front of her.
"Put your arms around my neck." He moved to wrap and arm around under her torso as she reached up to him. He used his other arm to grab the back of her thigh, lifting her up to him and cradling her against his chest. He must have changed the temperature before getting out because his skin was cool but the water was warm when he stepped into it with her. He lowered her legs to the floor but kept his arm hooked around her. Her arms slipped from around his neck due to the height difference but she kept her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.
"Soap or body wash, love?"
"Oh, I think I forgot my body wash in the entrance." She looked up at him apologetically.
"It's fine, I have both, you just gotta tell me what you want."
"Body wash. Soap allergy." Her words were slurred and her sentences were getting shorter. He knew she wasn't going to last much longer. He grabbed the washer and lathered his body wash on it before gently rubbing across her back and arms. She held his shoulders as he kneeled to wash down her legs, avoiding and potential problem areas.
"You need to do the rest yourself, Sváss." He told her gently.
"No."
"Come on, Darling. I can't do this for you. Not right now."
"Whyyyy"
"Because your drunk, love. I'm not going to take advantage of you like that. I'm helping you right?"
"Yeah.."
"So I'm doing this much for you. You gotta do the rest. Come here." He gently pulled her down to his level so that she was sitting on his leg, her back to him. He handed her the cloth and she started to slowly move it around her stomach. Ainsley was surprised when she started to sing again.

"Loving and fighting, accusing, denying
I can't imagine a world with you gone
The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of
I'd be so lost if you left me alone

You locked yourself in the bathroom
Lying on the floor when I break through
I pull you in to feel your heartbeat
Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

Hold on, I still want you
Come back, I still need you
Let me take your hand, I'll make it right
I swear to love you all my life
Hold on, I still need you..."

She tips her head back onto his chest and he knows she's had enough by the way she trails off at the end. He picks her up bridal style, shifting her so that she's comfortable before holding her under the water to rinse away any soap. He picks up the towel on the way back into the bathroom entrance area and sets her down to dry her. Olivia is quiet as Ainsley dries her off, starting at her legs and working his way up. He was gentle and used only a soft pressure, like he was afraid she was going to break under his touch. She let out a small chuckle when he avoided her breasts and he looked at her.
"Can you please at least do my chest, I'll catch a cold otherwise. Please."
Ainsley looked at her defeated. He couldn't argue because she wasn't wrong. It was common sense that if you went to bed with wet hair and chest, you were more likely to get sick.
'She's trying to fucking kill me. I'm sure of it.'
He lightly cupped her breasts with the towel before rubbing small circles over the fabric with his thumbs. When he had finished he wrapped her hair up in her towel and left her to sit while he dried himself off. After he had ruffled his hair dry, he handed her the towel and told her to dry between her legs and anywhere he might have missed. While she did that, he grabbed her clothes and shower stuff before throwing it all back into her bag. He kept her underwear out but decided she was too far gone for him to struggle trying to put on whatever form fitting pyjamas she brought with her. He took the few steps to the cubby shelves and pulled on his boxers briefs and sleep shorts. He grabbed the shirt he'd brought with him and headed back over to the suddenly lively Olivia. She was laughing when she looked up at him.
"What's red and looks like a blue bucket?"
'Oh, god.' Ainsley smiled to himself.
"I don't know."
"A red bucket!" She laughed and Ainsley couldn't help but chuckle at her. It was such a stupid joke.
He helped her balance as she pulled her panties on and when she had done that, he pulled the shirt over her head. It was way too big for her, but she was warm, and it covered everything.
"Come on, let's get you back to your room."
"Ok."
She stumbled to the door and Ainsley knew she was never going to make it back to the Manager's Unit. He swiftly pulled her up to his chest again and she fell limply against him, sighing in contentment. Ainsley chuckled to himself before grabbing her bag and opening the door. He stepped out into the hallway only to be greeted by Miris.

"Hey Squirt." He whispered to her as she rubbed her eyes.
"Why is she being so loud tonight? Any why is she borrowing your clothes?" She must hear her every night since she doesn't seem surprised that Olivia is here at all.
"She's just had a little bit too much to drink, sorry if we were being too loud. She's just borrowing my shirt until tomorrow so that she is comfy and warm, ok?"
Miris looked at him for a moment before taking a few steps to touch her leg.
"Mmm"
"Livvy, are you tired tonight?" Ainsley's curiosity peaked at the sudden nickname.
"Yeah baby, it's been a big day today but I got tomorrow off so I'll come sing for you then, ok?" Ainsley decided he would have to ask one of them about it tomorrow.
"That's ok, sleep is impornant too. But you have to wemeber to drink in the day and eat poperly too, ok? Isn't that what you keep trying to tell us?" Miris struggling with big words made Olivia smile down at her. "I know you didn't because you smell sick. If you want us to like you, you have to be strong, like Ain, M'kay?"
"I know, I'm sorry." Olivia's arm dropped down to move Miris's Hair away from her eyes before her eyes fluttered shut and she passed out in Ainsley's arms.
"Bedtime little miss." Ainsley warned her. "Don't let me catch you out here again tonight." He ruffled her hair, but she followed him out anyway.
"Are you putting her in your room?"
"Maybe, I haven't really decided yet. Why?"
"I think you should. Lady always lets me sleep in her room when I'm sick."
"She's not sick pumpkin, she's just a little bit drunk."
"She's both." Ainsley stopped to look down at the small girl. "Can't you tell, Ain? I can smell the drink but she's also missing lots of water and some other stuff from her blood. Iron maybe? And something else. Dr. Wolfe told me that can make people feel yucky. Also, she feels relaxed when she's talking to you so she should stay with you, right?" Ainsley glanced at the small body he was carrying and back at the girl in front of him.
"I'll put her in my room, now go to bed, squirt. I mean it."
Miris huffed at him but scurried back to her room and left Ainsley to think about what she had said. He walked to his room and opened the door with ease. Pulling back the blankets was a bit more difficult, but he managed and laid her down on the unoccupied side of his queen bed before covering her up with the blankets. He reached over to grab his pillows for the couch when a small hand grabbed onto the waistband of his shorts, dangerously close to grabbing something else.
"Stay."
By now, Ainsley had grown tired, and the last bit of his sanity snapped. He walked around the bed and climbed in on his usual side, putting an arm over his eyes and the other out to his side between them as he laid on his back. He listened to her soft breaths before she started to whine lightly. He looked over to her before sighing and scooping her up onto his chest, draping his arm over her small back. She took a deep breath in, and Ainsley had to stop himself from laughing as he realised she was breathing in his scent while she was sleeping as a defence. She relaxed into his body and wiggled around a bit before falling back into a deep sleep and it wasn't long before sleep claimed him too.

Olivia stood in the shallow water, looking up at the top of the pile of black bones, A throne sat perched at the top, gold with deep red trimmings. A large figure sat lazily on the throne looking back down at her.
"Let me go back, Vondur."
"I will let you go back soon; but your body is weak. Let me heal it."
"No. Absolutely not. You know exactly why, too." Vondur sighed at her stubbornness.
"You can't keep me locked in here forever, little girl. You'll have to come to an agreement eventually and I'm running out of patience."
"I will never let you out of here."
Before Olivia could react, the large man stood in front of her, the gold crown upon his head tilted to the side. He reached out to place a hand on Olivia's delicate shoulder before squeezing it painfully, forcing her to her knees. A smack echoed throughout the expanse of space and Olivia's face snapped sideways before her body dropped to the ground completely. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain, and she whined.
"You can't keep doing everything alone forever, Child."
Before she could respond, a warmness spread across her back and chest.
"Seems were being interrupted by your companion." Voldur lifted the corner of his lips in what seemed to be a flicker of a smile before he waved his hand and she was surrounded by darkness, her senses waking up. She breathed deeply, the scent of fresh rain and pine filled her mind and she instantly relaxed, sleep taking over her properly.

When Olivia woke the next morning, her head was pounding, and she felt nauseous. It was still dark in the room, so she wasn't sure what time it was but the longer she laid where she was, the clearer everything was becoming. She was laid half on her stomach, leaning against something warm and solid, but soft. Her arm was slowly rising and falling on top of the warmth.
'Oh my god, please no!'
Olivia lifted her head, and her cheek was tickled by a soft breath of air. It was only after Olivia laid her head back down on the muscled shoulder that the memories of last night came back to her and the haze in her head disappeared. She felt like screaming. She was basically straddling Ainsley and she moved her arm and leg off him before rolling to the opposite side of the bed. Before she could sit up however, she was dragged back into Ainsley's hot chest and he wrapped his arm around her waist to stop her from escaping.
"Running away without even saying good morning, Darling?" His gravelly voice tickled her ear and Olivia covered her face with her hands.
"I am so, so, sorry Ainsley!" She squeaked out at him.
"Oh good, you remember." She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "Don't you think you at least owe me breakfast after last night?" He chuckled at her, and she nearly smacked his face as she flailed around trying to get up.
"Oh my god! Lunch! I was going to make lunch for you guys today! I wonder if I still have time?" She struggled to reach the edge of the large bed before basically falling over the edge. She was halfway to the bedroom door when Ainsley caught her wrist.
"Careful. Aren't you forgetting something?"