As Ian places his hand on the door Marcy pleads with him "please don't leave me!" Ian turns back to look at the clearly terrified Marcy. "What's wrong?" He asks as he steps back twords Marcy. "What's wrong?" Marcy chuckles at this. "What isn't wrong Ian, my best friend is pushing me away...I am in hiding because someone tried to kill me and now I'm being thrown straight into count draculas chambers by myself" Marcy stammers. "Hey, you are okay you are safe and I'm not pushing you away. I'm here!" Ian replied reassuringly seeing that Marcy really was scared. "What can I do to make you feel better?" Ian asks. "Don't go" Marcy said holding Ian's gaze in hers "stay with me until I fall asleep... please". Ian stood in silence for a long moment seemingly drowning in Marcy's big blue eyes. His chest growing tighter from the pressure or Marcy request. But looking at her standing there in fear all Ian wanted to do was protect Marcy and make her feel safe again. "Okay, I will stay until you fall asleep" Ian said with a reassuring smile. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed" Ian said walking past Marcy to open the closet "get you some pajamas out while I run you a shower and get you a towel" with that Ian sucked into the bathroom turning the shower on. Marcy turned to a closet full of clothes. Looking at the kinds of clothes she wouldn't typically wear Marcy thumbs through the clothing rubbing each peace in between her fingers. Marcy finally settles on a black silk nightgown it appeared to be the only thing that wasn't a strangle her in her sleep. Marcy grabs the nightgown and heads to the bathroom meeting Ian in the door way. "You're all set, I'll be here if you need anything" he says at he sets himself on the side of Marcys bed. "Thank you" she says as she walks into the bathroom pushing the door half way closed.
Ian sat on the side of Marcys bed hearing her in the shower, he thought it best to distract himself so Ian pulls out his phone and scrolls through social media. Ian wasn't usually one to dive to deep into his social medias but desperate times call for desperate measures. It worked for a few minutes but once Ian looked up to realize Marcy didn't shut the door all the way he could feel himself physically sweating. Ian wiped his forehead picturing her naked and dripping wet only feet away from him. Ian starts to shake his leg as he grows hungry and anxious. Ians length pulsating on his thigh growing with every second that passed. Finally the water cut off and grabbed Ian's attention back to the half open door. Ian looked up to see her through the crack of the door. Wet dripping hair hanging down her breasts that were half covered by Marcy's towel. The towel draped over her body with her arm just touching her the top of her thighs covered very little. Her overwhelming hip being fully exposed taunting Ian. Ian whipped his head around and turned to sit int the bed closing his eyes to prevent himself from any further temptation.
Marcy pats herself dry smiling she had seen Ian practically water at the mouth as he peeked at her through the cracked door. Marcy thumbed the silky material of the black nightgown before stepping into it. Marcy looked in the mirror with approval at the small black thing that draped perfectly over her breasts. The Hem of the nightgown barely covering her lace panties. This was it, Marcy had had enough waiting. She almost died, and now she stood half naked with Ian in the next room. She was ready she was strong and she was going to have her way. She wasn't going to let him feel responsible for her well-being anymore, this was her choice. Marcy nodded at herself in the mirror with determination as she fixed her hair and adjusted the nightgown once more.