"No more bad guys…" he said, before he took his hand and turned slightly away. Her hand remained firmly on his arm and it made his stance soften.
With a flushed face, he had no choice but to accompany her while she bathed.
"I'll stay," he said, keeping his sights on her forehead as if afraid it'd go south. "I'm not going anywhere."
The woman seemed to have understood what he said and finally let go of him. For a while, he sat tensely on the bathtub rim, ears listening as she opened the shower, the sound of her hands wiping her skin clean ringing in his ears.
He was a gentleman and naturally didn't stare, of course, and he forced his mind to think of his academic theories in order to distract himself from his own imagination.
For a while the scene remained the same, the handsome–almost regal—man sat still on the rim while the woman next to him bathed. It was a peaceful sight as it was beautiful, but only the man knew what kind of struggle he was experiencing at this time.
As he sat on the tub wall, his eyes fixed on the little crack beside him, but his attention couldn't stay because his peripheral vision always caught her movements.
Even when he wasn't looking at her directly, he could see her rubbing herself, and her hair, and he could still get glimpses of her supple skin.
He felt his breath hitch but he kept calm all throughout.
If one decided to ignore his red face and the tent on his crotch, that is.
He sighed.
He never could've imagined he'd ever be in a situation like this, nor would he allow himself to be in it.
Eventually, the shower turned off and he turned to see the beautiful wet woman look at him with a smile.
His eyes softened but he froze when she opened her arms to him, a small habit she formed as he carried her everywhere.
The problem was… she was completely naked at this time.
He forced his eyes up to her forehead again, gently placing his hand on her back and under her legs. Because he wasn't looking, it was inevitable for him to touch other parts by accident, and it just got harder from there (no pun intended).
His breath hitched when he felt his left hand touch the bottom of her breast, and froze when his right got too high on her thighs.
However, he was trained for stressful situations and didn't show much on his face. Instead, he carried her coolly to the dry marble countertop in the walk-in closet, taking a clean towel to cover her up so he could finally look at her again.
It didn't manage to cover much with much of her thighs still showing and half of her breasts visible, but it was better than nothing.
He took a deep breath and took the night dress and underwear that Thessy had prepared beforehand.
Holding the soft silk fabric, he stood in front of the well-behaved girl who had been watching his every move from where she sat.
"Thessy… she should've shown you how to dress up, right?" he said, handing it over to her.
She blinked and studied the fabric. It was similar to what she had worn the previous night, and she took it, prepared to put it on as she had learned.
It was just that, because her hands were full, she let go of her towel and it revealed a bit more again. Thaddeus immediately turned away and just listened to her handling of the fabric, hopefully already dressed when he faced her again.
Minutes ticked by and it was getting more difficult for Thaddeus to look away.
"Are you done?" he asked, and the girl didn't answer immediately.
When he heard her melodious voice, he turned to see her progress, thinking that she had finished.
She had indeed put on her night dress, but she was in the process of wearing her underwear, which was more difficult because she was sitting down.
And he ended up seeing things he really shouldn't.
!!!!
He covered his face and looked away, face beet red. "Sorry."
He heard her voice again but didn't dare look back. Then he felt her soft hand on his arm and he turned to meet her azure eyes, begging for him to look.
Fortunately, the skirt was already down, but based on her facial expression there seemed to be something wrong.
She then pointed at the side of her hip, mumbling something he couldn't understand. She kept telling him something over and over, until she seemed to have lost patience and she pulled his hand—strength pretty much pulling his entire body in—so he could touch it.
"!"
It seemed that because she was sitting, the garter couldn't properly fit, and it was a bit uncomfortable. So… she'd need his help.
Thaddeus had always known what to do growing up, but now he was in a major dilemma.
In the end, he manned up to help her. He knew she didn't mean anything, and he shouldn't add any color either.
He went over to her, settling between her legs.
His large hands crawled under her skirt and on the side of her supple thighs, his thumbs going under the garter to pull it up. The movement made her wrap her arms around him, with her softness against his chest, but he didn't falter, finishing the job.
His hand ended up staying on her curvaceous waist and he looked at her, flushed against him.
His eyes darkened, but he pulled out his hands under her dress, settling to her covered waist. "Done," he said with a smile, and no one would be able to tell how horny he is.
He heaved a deep breath and lifted her up again, this time onto the bed so they could finally settle down.
As usual, she then naturally laid on him, using his chest as a pillow. She rubbed her face on him, as if relishing in his warmth.
Although it was difficult for him, he couldn't bring himself to taint this pureness. So he just embraced her tighter, willing himself to sleep.
Before meeting her, he actually suffered a bit of insomnia. But after getting used to her softness on him, it eventually became comfortable, and before he knew it, he was also relishing in her warmth.
Eventually, his eyes closed and he, too, fell into a peaceful slumber.