Disclaimers can be found earlier on.
To add to the disclaimers: I refuse to be held responsible for any and all cardiac related injuries suffered upon discover of the fact that I've actually updated. *evil, smug grin*
Toiletries
To bathe was a glorious relief. Blistering hot water soothed the aches from her overly stressed muscles and made her feel clean and alive in a way that she'd thought would not return since her "selling." It also meant yet another moment of peace and solitude stolen from. him.
She would have to remember to ask the man's name. Odd that such a thought hadn't occurred to her earlier. Foolish. Such meager slips might become dangerous. She'd always prided herself on being attentive. Her new situation should not be allowed to dictate great changes in her life and behaviorisms. At least they could not if she wished to remain even remotely in control of herself.
A minute inspection of her hands showed that they'd begun to wrinkle and prune from excessive submergence in the water. Too much time spent in brooding and self-pity. That wouldn't do at all either. Especially if he took it upon himself to come in after her, or some other fool thing, if she dawdled for too long.
Reluctantly slipping from the invigorating depths of the large tub, Katrianne shivered once then enfolded herself in the thick robe he'd left for her. The heavy fabric would keep her warm but she was in no way looking forward to standing in his fully clothed and commanding presence in such a vulnerable seeming state of near undress. Not as if she had any other choice, but this slight would not be forgotten easily.
My pet is annoyed with me. I could see the cold fire of her near rage the moment she stepped through the door. It has added a fine shine to her eyes, which give nary a waver as they meet my own gaze.
I wonder, should I tell her how absolutely regal she looks wearing her anger so openly?
No. That would further enrage her and these Americans can become highly volatile when so provoked. It wouldn't serve my purposes at all.
My own fault for the chilly silence surrounding us as I lead her towards the awaiting closet. If I'd had my mind on more important tasks than stroking my own ego at finding and gaining such a prize, I would have thought to let her choose and take the clothing to the bathroom with her.
I must be getting dense in my old age.
Is the man stupid? Or merely blind and inconsiderate? I've let my annoyance and distain for this situation have free reign of my facial expression.
Yet, still he stares.
Nearly as if enchanted. If I were slightly less proud and even remotely more docile, I'd almost take his never-ending inspection as a immense compliment. But, for the moment, I am much more annoyed than apt to take pleasure from his speechless admiration. "Perhaps instead of treating me like a subject of continual observation you could extend me a few common courtesies. For example, the knowledge of your name, and my promised clothing." Take that bane of my continued existence.
Yes, I am most decidedly becoming dense.
For an encore, perhaps I should see if she can be persuaded to change before me. That should make her blood boil and her thoughts to churn against my favor.
And yet still, I cannot take my eyes from her. The fire of her gaze is so mesmerizing.
Manners, old fool!
"I really must apologize, sweetling. But your eyes."
"What of them?"
"They sparkle quite alluringly in the light, Katrianne. I find it hard to turn away."
Good lord! Is he real? Or some dream sucked directly out of some corny romance novel to punish the bad karma I must have to deserve this?
"All well and fine, but my clothing if you please!"
I gesture at the meager selection of finery laying across the dressing table. Suddenly I care not what she wears tonight. Anything, when coupled with those intense eyes, will be breathtaking.
"Do as you like, lady. I defer to your taste."
Now, leave before you loose all hope with her. Give her a bit of privacy. It will be a soothing balm for her raised ire. Then there will be more time for further interaction later. Once she is dressed.
Well, that went remarkably well. Nearly frighteningly easy. Who would have thought that a little tongue lashing would get me what I wanted from such a man so obviously used to being in command?
Whatever. Dress now. Try to solve puzzles later.
Oh! That the most wonderfully soft blouse I've ever touched. Bet it's warm too.
A/N: A few strategic emails have brought me back to Fanfiction.net for a short interlude. I'm afraid I can't guarantee my continued presence. I really do despise any and all forms of censorship. Especially when enforce on creative aspects such as writing.
To add to the disclaimers: I refuse to be held responsible for any and all cardiac related injuries suffered upon discover of the fact that I've actually updated. *evil, smug grin*
Toiletries
To bathe was a glorious relief. Blistering hot water soothed the aches from her overly stressed muscles and made her feel clean and alive in a way that she'd thought would not return since her "selling." It also meant yet another moment of peace and solitude stolen from. him.
She would have to remember to ask the man's name. Odd that such a thought hadn't occurred to her earlier. Foolish. Such meager slips might become dangerous. She'd always prided herself on being attentive. Her new situation should not be allowed to dictate great changes in her life and behaviorisms. At least they could not if she wished to remain even remotely in control of herself.
A minute inspection of her hands showed that they'd begun to wrinkle and prune from excessive submergence in the water. Too much time spent in brooding and self-pity. That wouldn't do at all either. Especially if he took it upon himself to come in after her, or some other fool thing, if she dawdled for too long.
Reluctantly slipping from the invigorating depths of the large tub, Katrianne shivered once then enfolded herself in the thick robe he'd left for her. The heavy fabric would keep her warm but she was in no way looking forward to standing in his fully clothed and commanding presence in such a vulnerable seeming state of near undress. Not as if she had any other choice, but this slight would not be forgotten easily.
My pet is annoyed with me. I could see the cold fire of her near rage the moment she stepped through the door. It has added a fine shine to her eyes, which give nary a waver as they meet my own gaze.
I wonder, should I tell her how absolutely regal she looks wearing her anger so openly?
No. That would further enrage her and these Americans can become highly volatile when so provoked. It wouldn't serve my purposes at all.
My own fault for the chilly silence surrounding us as I lead her towards the awaiting closet. If I'd had my mind on more important tasks than stroking my own ego at finding and gaining such a prize, I would have thought to let her choose and take the clothing to the bathroom with her.
I must be getting dense in my old age.
Is the man stupid? Or merely blind and inconsiderate? I've let my annoyance and distain for this situation have free reign of my facial expression.
Yet, still he stares.
Nearly as if enchanted. If I were slightly less proud and even remotely more docile, I'd almost take his never-ending inspection as a immense compliment. But, for the moment, I am much more annoyed than apt to take pleasure from his speechless admiration. "Perhaps instead of treating me like a subject of continual observation you could extend me a few common courtesies. For example, the knowledge of your name, and my promised clothing." Take that bane of my continued existence.
Yes, I am most decidedly becoming dense.
For an encore, perhaps I should see if she can be persuaded to change before me. That should make her blood boil and her thoughts to churn against my favor.
And yet still, I cannot take my eyes from her. The fire of her gaze is so mesmerizing.
Manners, old fool!
"I really must apologize, sweetling. But your eyes."
"What of them?"
"They sparkle quite alluringly in the light, Katrianne. I find it hard to turn away."
Good lord! Is he real? Or some dream sucked directly out of some corny romance novel to punish the bad karma I must have to deserve this?
"All well and fine, but my clothing if you please!"
I gesture at the meager selection of finery laying across the dressing table. Suddenly I care not what she wears tonight. Anything, when coupled with those intense eyes, will be breathtaking.
"Do as you like, lady. I defer to your taste."
Now, leave before you loose all hope with her. Give her a bit of privacy. It will be a soothing balm for her raised ire. Then there will be more time for further interaction later. Once she is dressed.
Well, that went remarkably well. Nearly frighteningly easy. Who would have thought that a little tongue lashing would get me what I wanted from such a man so obviously used to being in command?
Whatever. Dress now. Try to solve puzzles later.
Oh! That the most wonderfully soft blouse I've ever touched. Bet it's warm too.
A/N: A few strategic emails have brought me back to Fanfiction.net for a short interlude. I'm afraid I can't guarantee my continued presence. I really do despise any and all forms of censorship. Especially when enforce on creative aspects such as writing.