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Chapter 27 by Jpyric Jpyric

Hopefully it’s a release, not an explosion.

Hot bath

Kael returns to his room, hearing Evie preparing his bath. His shoulder and side are paining him more than he expected, so it takes him some time to get ready. Finally, though, he heads to the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He finds Evie there, waiting beside a steaming bath tub.

She blushes as she looks at him. “It’s all ready, master. Do you…should I help you clean up?”

Kael blinks in surprise. Evie is blushing furiously, but if he’s not mistaken, her eyes are hopeful. He considers for a moment. Is this going too far? Moving too quickly? Normally, he’d refuse her, but after what he saw in her bedroom, he’s not sure.

After a moment, he nods. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. You don’t need to if you’d rather not, though.”

Evie bites her lip, still blushing furiously. “I’d…master, I think it’s best if I help you. You’re hurt, master, I am happy to aid you.”

Her voice quivers slightly, betraying a touch of excitement. Occasionally, her eyes flick down to the towel that is the only thing he’s wearing right now. She turns away from him, taking a few deep breaths before speaking. “Let me know when you’re settled, master.”

Kael looks at her for a moment, before shrugging and taking the towel from around his waist. Looking into the tub, it seems like there’s enough suds and steam to cover him, at least enough for now. He climbs in, settling with a groan. The water is soothing, hot and steamy. Kael takes a deep breath, glancing down to be sure he’s covered.

“Okay, Evie. I’m in.”

He sees her take another deep breath before turning. Kael chuckles to himself as he sees her reddish eyes flick to the soapy water, and a mixture of relief and disappointment as she sees that he’s covered. Evie hands him a washcloth, which he wets and hands back. The elven woman takes yet another breath, before leaning over to begin scrubbing his back.

It’s surprisingly relaxing, letting Evie do this. Kael closes his eyes, relaxing as she works. At some point. She sets down the washcloth, and her delicate fingers and hands rub his skin. Kael groans in satisfaction as she gently massages his shoulders and back, a feeling of warmth washing over him. He hardly even notices as she moves to his chest, eschewing the washcloth entirely at this point.

Evie let’s her hands roam over his chest, up to his shoulders and neck, his skin slick from the hot, soapy water. If anything, it seems to be getting hotter, though that could be from the situation as much as anything. Certainly, it’s having an effect on Kael, as he feels his heart beating faster and faster. With his eyes closed, everything seems enhanced. The slight trembling of her soft hands. The quickened, panting breathing he hears from her. The warmth of her breath on his face.

Wait. On his face?

Kael opens his eyes. Evie is leaned over, her face only inches away from his. The steam from the water and the heat of her efforts have her sweating slightly, her hair slightly damp and disheveled. Her eyes lock with his, her mouth slightly open to take panting breaths. Her soft, full lips slightly parted. Kael finds himself closing the small distance, leaning forward. Evie’s eyes close, and their lips touch pressing together in a warm kiss.

They kiss for a moment, Kael opening his mouth slightly to match hers, and their tongues tentatively touching. Kael reaches up to touch her cheek, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. Evie is shivering, a soft, whining moan in her throat.

Suddenly, her eyes snap open, and she backs away. The elf looks around like a frightened animal, panic in her eyes. “M-master! I’m…im sorry! I shouldn’t have…I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry!”

Before Kael can say anything, Evie flees the room. He hears her door close, down the hall. For a moment, Kael is bewildered. What happened? Too much? But why did she apologize? What now?

Kael asks himself these questions as he rises from the bathtub, grabbing his towel to dry off. He makes his way to his bedroom, and gets dressed, all the while mulling over what he should do. Should he go talk to her? What would he say? Should he leave her there? What just happened?

Did he want more?

Always, more questions.

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