♦42♦ - Alleviation

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Day Four in Paris, and I swore I was going stir crazy.

I wanted so badly to go outside already, witness more to what there was. Of course we couldn't travel very far without an escort. We couldn't even leave discreetly or do much in our own private adventures. I demanded to go somewhere. It was about 7 AM and I was watching the rising sun painfully from indoors.

Another member was caressing me from the left side of the bed, more below than above. Wide awake as I was, alerts on high, I was quite alarmed to feel Mika's morning wood on my butt. He was still far asleep peacefully and breathing soundlessly. I couldn't really tell if I was enjoying the experience or not.

All I could focus on was how badly I wanted to explore. I tried to drive myself back to sleep, dreaming of a day out with Mika in the beauty of the city. I'm sure he wouldn't waste the opportunity, either.

I awoke again at nine to Mika's uncomfortable shifting in the sheets. He would turn and sigh like every ten seconds, as if he were being taunted by thoughts. Which I suddenly began to sharply fear.

I was more tired than when I first awakened, and the sun was higher and brighter. I sat up, peering over at him. He stared in frustration at the wall.

What's got his panties in a twist...

I tiredly escaped from my side of the bed, tugging on Mika's arm so he could join me in the bathroom. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow.

"Fine, at least just take a mint strip or something," I bluntly suggested, tossing him the circular container of slip-out bands of mints. I was addicted to those things, sneaking them when he wasn't around. Or at least watching me.

He nearly devoured the whole canister, letting them melt in his mouth before he snuggled back up with the container.

"I brush before bed, I will live," he mumbled, waving me off with a hand. It was undeniably true. He at least spent a good fifteen minutes on dental care, which explained the blinding whites he had. Luckily I was a special case who was near the same but sometimes forgot to put in the effort.

"Alrighty then," I sighed, stretching out all of the cracks in my joints. "I shall get fancied for yet another day in this castle as Paris taunts me from outside. Fun."

I disappeared behind the bathroom door, exhaling deeply. My reflection was stale in the mirror, drowsy and dull. Like everyday, basically. I pulled my shirt down by the collar slightly, an indescribable feeling gently heating me up from within. Faded hickey marks decorated my collarbones and neck, trailing around to behind my ears and my back. I smiled lightly at them, completely stripping off my shirt.

Apathy bred into my face like livestock as I brushed my teeth and tried to read the fancy French bathroom brochures. I really hoped I'd get a lesson from Mika one day. The list of things I yearned to do never ended, wisping me with strands of excitement and hope.

Swiping through the black, knotted mass of what was called my hair, I decided it was time to revisit Skittles quite soon. Just for hair situations on my head. Not anywhere else.

I could still feel the distant ache in my nuts if I thought hard enough.

Shower, or no shower, I pondered, wondering if Mika would've preferred to join. The thought of a heated experience such as a shower with him sounded amazing the more I thought about it. The thought of bathing him sounded so beyond me... To bathe every crevice and rinse every part...

I was getting ahead of myself.

But the offer still burned at me. I mischievously tiptoed to the door, just about to yank it open in optimistic offering when sudden shuffling and muffled noises from outside stopped me.

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