Morienne watched Xaphael's vehicle go away.
Recalling his good brother's softened cast and gentle smile as he looks at Eve made him grin.
[ Ah, it seems he's planted this time.] He is glad for him but, at the same time, feels an ache in his chest.
[ Forget it.] Smiling wryly, he decided to kill the sprouting feelings in his heart.
Lost in thoughts, he welcomed a kick to his shin.
" AH! Fck!" He hugged his leg as he glared at the tall, dark man that peered at him with contempt.
How could he forget that he tackled this piece of sticky candy to fetch Eve efficiently?
Judas is expressionless but, to Morienne, it is a look disdaining him.
Just because he's handsome? Why, he is a handsome fellow too, huh!
" To be distracted while in combat, Tsk." Judas snarled.
" Really, dude? Can't we be in peace and go after our bosses?" Exhausted, Morienne sat directly on the concrete ground. He isn't interested in this brawl, okay.
" Alright." Judas still wanted to bash his vexatious face but, he needed to catch up to Eve as soon as possible. Despite knowing she's safe with Xaphael, he'd rather be with her just to be sure.
Seeing the man remaining still, lying on the ground like a salted fish, Judas kicked him on the knee and uttered,
" Get up."
" Hey, man, what's with you and these kickings, huh? Can't you just speak?" Morienne dragged his battered body and supported his limbs to sit.
" If you don't get your car here by the next minute, I will hit your face." After throwing him a solemn glance, Judas nodded at the remaining bodyguards.
They took the signal, gave a knowing nod, and proceeded to board their car.
" I get it, I get it." Morienne stood up and went to his car.
A few minutes later, a red sports car stopped before Judas.
After lowering the tinted window, an unruffled voice came.
" Get in, loser. We gonna get some wine and bitches." Judas watched as Morienne teased with a playful smirk.
Refusing to dignify the mental; retard with an insult, he boarded with a dim expression, accepting his fate of spending hours with the weirdo.
" Come on, man, let's be great friends from now on." Morienne didn't mind his stinky face. He considers it's better to get along since they would be dealing with each other for a long time.
" I'm not interested in becoming great friends with other species," Judas grumbled.
" Hey!!!! Do I look like a Homo Erectus to you?!"
Smirking, Judas replied with an honest expression,
" No. You're more of an Australopithecus."
Since Judas is always with Eve, he also reads some of the books she held. Wanting to broaden his skills and knowledge, he welcomes opportunities to grow. Eve, naturally, encourages him to do whatever he likes.
" Damn, I didn't expect you to have a poison tongue. Haha! But that's the spirit, buddy! Now we are getting along!" Morienne laughed, not bothered with his insults. He finds Judas, the seemingly rigid person, to be funny. He likes it.
Hey, he might be easy-going and carefree to the bones, however as sad as it gets, he only has Xaphael as his friend. It couldn't be helped. He, a slave incarnate, only has his big boss and other subordinates as a company. Naturally, his underlings dare not to be buddy-buddy with him and Xaphael, on the other hand, has his dreary vibes all throughout. He can't even banter to his heart's content since the dude lacked a funny bone. He's been suffocating, alright. But now, it seems he found a good pal.
Judas: I'm not your pal.
The two spent the long drive hours bickering.
Generally, it's Morienne mumbling and Judas ignoring him.
***
Xaphael carried the slumbering Eve towards his room.
In his mind, he conceived, since they have already done everything, then they should stay in the room together.
In any case, he is pleased with her and, she feels the same with him. Hence, there is nothing wrong with it.
Grinning softly, he walked ahead after saying some words to Balin.
Balin watched his young master bring the young madam towards their chamber. After seeing them enter the room, he couldn't suppress the giggle that he's been muffling any longer.
Chuckling like a wretched auntie, he mused,
[ I should start preparing the dowry or, better yet, baby clothes. Hohoho] Finally, he went away with an ecstatic mood.
***
Xaphael mounted Eve on the soft bed.
Seeing her sleeping tightly, he decided not to wake her up and clean her himself.
He went to the bathroom and came back with a basin of warm water and a towel.
He chuckled as he realized what he had unconsciously done.
Who would have thought that he would serve a woman?
However, since he started, he better finish it.
To wipe her clean, he needs to remove Eve's clothes.
She is wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt and a black skirt reaching below her knees. It's a gothic lolita style that made her look like a doll.
Of course, Xaphael couldn't discern it. He simply thought it looked good on her.
He untied the black ribbon on her collar then unbuttoned her shirt one by one.
At first, he simply did it without thinking. However, as he opens the buttons one by one and sees the porcelain skin emerging in his view, the atmosphere turns ambiguous.
His slender fingers began trembling as he reached her chest. He could see the white lace underwear that clung to her breasts. His breathing became tight.
Breathing deeply, he proceeded to unlock more. He trusts his self-control. He won't act like a beast towards the slumbering girl.
Five minutes later, with shaking hands and deep, hurried breaths, Xaphael finally unclothed Eve.
He regretted it.
Eve's alabaster skin seems to be enclosed in soft golden light by the nearby lamp, which captivated him. The sound of her light breathing and the angelic face that seemed so unguarded presented before him corroded his reason.
It didn't help that she only wore a pair of white underwear that could only hide her privates. The worst is, he inflicted his predicament onto himself.
" Shit." He murmured helplessly.
Whisking the devil whispering in his mind, he took the damp cloth and started wiping her skin.
Smooth, supple, and cold. Every touch is testing Xaphael's self-control.
[ I will never do this again.] He settled.
A soft groan distracted him.
Eve seemed to enjoy the pleasant sensation of warmth gliding over her skin. It was warm, and the gentle massage gave her a refreshing feeling. She couldn't help but let out a contented mewl.
Xaphael stilled, swallowed secretly, as he watched the clueless girl before him. He then sighed, thinking,
[ Well, maybe...maybe just do this once in a while.]
After the sweet torment, Xapahel hit the showers and bathed for more than an hour.
***
Eve woke up to a familiar ceiling.
Her mind, which isn't fully online, could only register one thought.
[ Oh, I've teleported again.]
Casually grabbing whatever was in her palm, she squeezed.
It was warm and hard. It felt familiarly good that Eve couldn't help but pinch a few more times as she contemplated the incident that had led her to her current state.
Then reality hit her as she sensed a presence beside her.
She glanced at Xaphael's magnified face, a little astonished that she pinched the bun in her fingertips harder.
Calm and collected, she lifted the sheets covering them.
[ Not good.] She murmured in her mind as she glimpsed the scenery underneath.
Xaphael is donned in a pair of flimsy boxershorts, and she, wrapped in a white tee. She could only guess that she had done something wrong again.
Recalling Xaphael's peculiar taste, she decided to flee.
Last time, she was spanked almost ten times for biting a bun. Now, she pinched the bun couple of times and stripped Xaphael.
It's not that she is afraid. It's just that she doesn't want her butt to undergo that kind of punishment.
Not to mention, she doesn't want to leave an awful impression that could impair her chances of bedding Xaphael in the future.
In addition, the biggest reason is, she is tempted to throw him down and communicate intimately under the sheets, okay!
She doesn't want Xaphael to think she is a thirsty ho that couldn't wait for his adulthood. She respects his decision.
Believing the creed out of sight, out of mind, out of temptations, Eve finally escaped.