Truly, the prison cell was just as comfortable as Varrick had thought it would be when he had it built. The decoration was pleasant to the eye and its style reminded him of his dear mansion in Republic City. It was cleaned daily and smelled of the fresh flowers they kept giving him. There was a bathroom in a separate room that gave them all the privacy needed. The bed was soft and cozy and had all the fluffy blankets and pillows he could have hoped for. The problem was that there was only one.
Now, Varrick had shared a bed before. With his parents as a child when they were too poor to give him one of his own, with lovers later in his life, even with Zhu Li more than a few times. But never had he thought the two latter categories would be blurred in his mind. Not that Zhu Li had given him any reason to think of it as more than a sleeping arrangement due to the lack of space, not at all. Their situation was very clear cut: he was her employer, she was his assistant. Neither had ever done anything to suggest there was ever to be something more. They was only one bed so they had to share it, but that was it. Nothing unprofessional. Well, he did get to see her in a very modest long purple flowery nightgown, but that was nothing he had never seen before. It wasn't too rarely that he ventured into her room at night when he needed her for one thing or another.
What had never happened before was the dreams. Never once before, in years of knowing her. But it was the fourth one this week and Varrick was beginning to feel extremely upset, to the point that he was becoming slightly unpleasant with her throughout the day, though she had done nothing to deserve it. The Zhu Li in his dreams was not the one in real life, that was sure. She was giggling and blushing and so very arousing, with her red lips and wild untied hair. In his dreams, she was hers and they had come together a dozen times. In his dreams, they were lovers. He was avoiding her eyes as much as he could now. How could he look at her making some tea when in his dreams, they had rolled under that very table where the teapot was and she had ridden him, as wild as a tiger and loud as a seal. How could he look at her reading a book on a chair when in his dream, he'd been sitting on that chair and she had done delicious things to him with her mouth. Basically, how could he look at her living a perfectly normal life (as normal as it could be in prison) when in his dreams, they had wild crazy sex over and over and over.
His theory was that the bed was cursed. That wasn't something he was about to rule out. Who knew. He had never slept in this bed before, and he had also never had sex dreams about her before. There had to be a correlation now that both were happening all of a sudden.
In any case, it was well past midnight, Zhu Li was fast asleep and Varrick had just woken up from the arousing dream he had had so far. Zhu Li had been on top, her hair a glorious untied mess, as it never was in real life, her breasts soft in his hands, and the curves of her body had been luscious. She had been entirely more alluring than he had ever thought her to be, than she had ever been in his presence. He was wide awake now, had woken up just when he was about to climax in the dream, and he had been deprived of the release in slumber and in waking. He was hard as rock and could do nothing about it.
He did not want to do anything about it, not really. Taking charge of it would mean he was accepting the dreams, allowing them to exist. He would forever live with the knowledge that he had masturbated to thoughts of his assistant. He could not, would not. Such things were simply too distasteful. And yet… He could not say he was not tempted. He tried to calm himself with the thought that he had absolutely no idea what Zhu Li was like in bed. Well, not just in bed, he had had her in his bed for quite a while now, more like how she was as far as intimacy was concerned. He had trouble picturing her as the untamed beauty of his dreams.
Even if he had wanted to find release, there was no way to do it. He was with her in this prison cell, she never left his side. He could not do it in the bed, of course. That would require him to at least hide under the blankets, they weren't the only inmates after all, and he did not want to share his self pleasure with everyone. And if he hid under the blankets, not only might that wake Zhu Li but it would also make a mess that he would not be able to explain. And he did not trust himself to be silent anyway. In fact, it was a miracle in and of itself that he had not moaned or cried out in his slumber and woken her up. He could not go to the bathroom to take care of the problem for the exact same reason. What would he say if he woke her up in the middle of the night because he was pleasuring himself in the bathroom? He could not take a cold shower, that would be too loud as well, and quite possibly very obvious to his condition. Men did not take showers in the middle of the night for no reason, even men like Varrick.
No, definitely, there was nothing to do but wait for it to go away. And if past experience could be trusted, that could last very long. Possibly until morning, until he could take a cold shower without being suspicious. That would finally calm him down.
He had never wanted to be in prison in the first place, even though he knew it would probably happen at some point, but the dreams made him wish to escape above all things. At this rate, he was so much like a teenager that it would not surprise him at all if in the morning he saw acne on his face and if he lost a few inches height somehow. In the end, he ended up falling back asleep despite the lust filling his thoughts. And he did not dream of Zhu Li again that night.