Downstairs with Clara

"Hey, Alex." Clara greeted her boyfriend as he came down the stairs. She was eating breakfast, wearing a set of old clothes that Alex had got for her last night. She could not always wear the red dress, after all. It was a casual look, an old black blouse and a set of jeans. Nothing special, though she still was not wearing any underwear, which at least added a little spark to it, she felt. "Feel any better?"

"Whoever said that I felt bad in the first place?" Alex asked as moved to the kitchen, raising his voice to keep talking over the sound of moving plates and glasses. "Maybe I just wanted my privacy?"

Clara giggled.

"Alex, I've known you for how long? Please don't act like I can't tell when you're pouting. Secondly, typically when a guy says that he wants his privacy, I assume he's doing a certain thing. And, you know, if you want to do that, I'm right here, so we can go off and be private together if you know what I mean?"

"Clara." Alex sighed, sticking his head around the door. "Firstly, that's not what I meant and you know it. Secondly, I do _not _pout."

"You totally do." Clara pushed. "I've seen you do it before, I recognised it right away. Seriously, though, are you okay? You seemed pretty upset."

"I'm fine." Alex said, though she could see in his eyes that he was not totally honest. She wondered for a moment whether to press the issue, knowing that Alex could just as easily close himself off as open up to her. In the end, she decided to be gentle, knowing that he'd be more likely to answer her later if he didn't feel like she'd barraged him as soon as he set foot downstairs.

"If you say so, master." She said with a cheeky grin. "But hey, if my questions are annoying you, you can always punish me later. Or now, if you like. Right on this very table. I'm still not wearing panties, so it's not like you'd have to wait for me to undress or anything."

"Really?" Alex asked. "After yesterday, you're still up for that? I figured you'd need to rest for a little bit you know."

"Yesterday was...intense." Clara bit her lower lip. "Honestly, I am not totally sure what to make of it. We kind of got a bit out of control there, didn't we?"

"Maybe a little." Alex agreed. "I sort of thought that today would be a good time to relax and unwind a bit. Maybe see about doing something a little less serious than yesterday."

"A little less serious than fucking me against a wall?" Clara winked at him, gently teasing. "And then using a shower to tease me so much that I couldn't even stand afterwards? That could be just about anything, you know."

Alex coloured. "I actually thought we could go to the swimming pool." He said. "Just you and me. Like, as a couple, almost."

Clare considered.

"I suppose you're right, Alex..." She said slowly. "It would be nice to have a bit of a break after yesterday. But I totally want to keep going, and it'd be pretty disappointing if we just went to the pool like normal, you know. When you sell yourself into slavery, you sort of expect something to happen if you're a hot young woman, you know."

"Fine." Alex sighed, and she could hear it from the other room, a grin on her face growing by the moment. "We can have our own sort of fun while we're there too."

"Good." Clare said, primly. "After all, master, we only have a few more days of this. So let's make it count, okay?"