It's nice to have company

I just kept looking at Pixie for a while, and how she kept sleeping without a worry in the world. It was fascinating to me that she would actually sleep. I didn't think that was something she would need to do, and she probably didn't? So why did she? Was it because I slept, and she wanted me to think of her as if we weren't too different? Was is because I couldn't keep her company otherwise, and rather than doing whatever she had done yesterday, she preferred to just skip in time until I was awake again? Did she simply just like sleeping?

Whatever the answer was, at some point I left my hand over her face a second or two too long, and she wouldn't be sleeping anymore. She smiled at me as she opened her eyes. She yawned loudly, and I didn't notice the evil glint to her face until one of her stretched arms yanked me down to her. "Five more minutes, mommy." She teased me as she tried to cover me with her weight. I was not having it.

"Get off me." She acted on the order so quickly that it was obviously the ring forcing her to comply and it wasn't an act of kindness in her end. I rushed out of the bed. "We don't have time for this, Pixie. I need to go to work."

"At what hour?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes, trying her best to shake the sleep off. "I doubt you don't give yourself some extra time to get ready for it."

"I need to be there in an hour and a half, and getting there takes me half of that time." I informed her as I quickly grabbed some clothes I could throw on myself after my early shower and before I changed them for my work clothes.

She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand"Seven thirty, huh?" She rolled out of bed, falling on the floor but quickly getting herself up from there. "Mind if I join you in the shower? It will go quicker if you clean yourself above and I clean you down below."

"That really sounds like you're just trying to convince me to have shower sex." I tell her, unimpressed, as I lead us to the living room in route to the bathroom. "Which, among the many other reasons, we shouldn't do because we might let a certain someone know that you exist." I pointed out, hoping that Pixie wouldn't notice due to not having read the note.

"I saw that certain someone write a note by your bedside during last night and leave the room with a sad expression on his face. I don't think that he's here anymore." There went that card out of my hand.

"You haven't told me that you weren't trying to get shower sex out of this." I remind her what the crux of my argument was and how she hadn't addressed it. "Which it's really not something I have time to do." I stacked my clothes tiddly over each other and left them on the couch, after which I rushed towards the bathroom door.

"Well, we can just not do it! I'm fine with just getting to see you naked!" She laughed as she followed me.

"Do I really get an option?" I lowered my head as we got inside the room and approached the shower.

"You have the ring. If you really want, you can get me to buzz off at any time." She tapped it, and a smirk formed on her face. "But you don't really want that, do you?"

"You're right, I don't." I stripped myself naked and stashed my clothes in the laundry basket. When I turned, I could see Pixie carefully examining every inch of my body. I was in good shape due to working out as much as I could and (normally) eating healthy food, but I didn't think I was anything special while naked. "Hope this wasn't a disappointment." I let out an awkward chuckle.

"Why would it be? You're gorgeous." She hugged me close to her. "Tits and ass are a bonus, not a requirement. You're really fucking hot the way you're already are." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and a light spank on the ass. "But you have better things to do than to listen to me telling you stuff you already know, don't you?" She was grinning the way only someone who knows they said something really smooth would grin.

I held onto her hand as I hopped into her shower and **** her to keep me company there. For the next few minutes, we kept kissing as the water fell down on us. She was great at it, but I liked to think I was doing a fine job at keeping up with her. Still, to my surprise, she stopped to do as she had promised, grabbing a bar of soap to clean my legs after tossing me one to do the same with my upper body. I was conflicted about stopping our fun, but if even Pixie could be responsible for me, then I had no excuse.

Still, we only stopped temporarily. She was more than glad to help me rinse the soap off by rubbing her hands all over my body, and she continued it by taking a towel as soon as I turned off the shower and insisting it would be faster if I dried my hair while she dried the rest of me. She was putting her whole weight into every movement she made to drag it around my skin, her hands always grabbing my muscles with such intensity that I could feel her nails denting me. She even got a cheeky nibble of my nipple once she had finished with my chest, like the rascal she was.

Once she finished, I had to make a question over something I noticed. "Hey, how come you're not dripping wet yourself?" I asked, signaling how she didn't look like the water had even touched her.

"Oh, that? I have a selective ability to interact with the world or not." She shrugged, as if it was common knowledge. "Didn't want to waste your time by having to get dry myself. Don't worry, I'll make sure I can interact with the ingredients when I make you some sandwiches for your lunch." She started walking trough a wall, just to turn around to laugh at my surprised face. "What? It saves you time if I'm the one doing it."

Once I finished drying my hair and putting my clothes back on, I found Pixie in the kitchen, not only with sandwiches made and packed but also with cups of coffee and buttered slices of toast waiting for me on the kitchen table. "Did you think I wasn't also going to make you some breakfast if I was going to prepare your lunch?" She giggled before taking a slice and eating it.

"I wasn't expecting any of this" I told her bluntly as I grabbed one of the cups. "I thought you just cared about sex." I admitted, surprised that she would do all of this for me.

"I do, in the sense it's one of the very few things I still find interesting. But I care about my ringmaster, whoever that person might be. And I sensed that you would welcome someone that would give you an extra pair of hands to deal with the day to day." She grabbed the other cup and the plate, helping me take all of it to the living room.

After a quick meal and a quick second change of clothes (which Pixie was keen to be present for), I realized that it was time to come to a decision in regards to what to do with her while I was at my job. And despite anything I might have believed about how something like that would go when I had just woken up, I couldn't lie about the fact that having her around made life feel just a bit lighter, both due to her helpfulness and her being really pleasant to look at- To be around! Really pleasant to be around!

Looking at the extra minutes I had before I had to leave today, all thanks to Pixie shaving away time from my routine, I faced the woman in my thoughts to make my proposal. "Pixie, would you mind coming to work with me?"

"And why would I not want to do that?" She asked as she jabbed my shoulder.

"Because I'm an accountant and we're not going to get many chances to have some fun while I'm at my office. I just want you there because you're fun to have around." I scratched the back of my neck, feeling dumb when I worded it like that.

She put an arm around my shoulders, showing me a big smile on her face. "You're damn right I'm fun to have around. And trust me, I know how to entertain myself when there's a dull moment going on. You can bet on me making this a great day for you."

For some reason I didn't quite understand yet, when she told me that, I believed it.