Morning glory

The early morning sun cut through the window shades directly into my eyes. Well… as direct as they could with the puff of crimson hair over my face. After a brief struggle I managed to free myself of Cecilia's mane and sit up. Something which my unconscious companion vehemently disagreed with. So much so she reached up and pulled me back into the bed before nuzzling into my side. I had no interest in arguing with her and the time came and went as I simply held her close to me in return.

After some time she finally began to stir herself. Eyes glazed, mouth slightly ajar, brain in a state of rebooting. She stared at me for several seconds before a deep blush formed on her cheeks. A soft squeal escaped her as she remembered the evening prior and the outcome of said evening's activities. She reached down and felt her slit and the dried remnants of our night together.

“I… fuck… I really wished that was a dream- or- no! I don't wish it was a dream! I… fuck!” Cecilia fell back into the bed as she draped an arm over he eyes. Struggling with the knowledge of what we had done. What may come for us. It's one thing to be lost in the moment, another to face the consequences.

I didn't know what to say. How to react. On the one hand she was clearly struggling to come to terms, on the other she didn't seem to actually care about the terms. Was she happy with everything or not? Was she angry or broken up about anything? Fuck if I knew.

Before long the hand draped over her eyes reached out. Wrapping around my neck before pulling me down to her. To the surprise of no one I was caught off guard as she pulled me down and our lips met once more. A firm reminder and promise.

“No regrets. Not a one. Just… I don't know what to do now.” Her voice was soft. Lost. Confused as I was. Even still, her eyes were set, she seemed to speak the truth that we shared.

“How about a bath? Clean off some?” It was the first thing to come to mind. We both needed it and perhaps it would help us calm some of the tension. “Is that an amenity you offer?”

“It is, but you'll have to pay extra for me to join you. Otherwise we have a warm bucket brought to the room for you to use before leaving. The bath is about 200, and with me joining is an additional 200.”

“400 gold for an accompanied bath? Bit steep, wouldn't you say?”

“Yeah, but it's only that expensive because of my position. If it were just an attendant or one of the newer girls you'd likely only pay 25 or so for both. Since you're already of a higher scale they'll charge you for the luxury bath rather than the public.”

A soft laugh fell from me as I realized just how damn pricey this place could really be. No wonder they essentially worked out of a castle. “So I'm being scammed? Damn. You better make it worthwhile. Soapy lapdances and all the sex possible till the water goes cold.”

It was her turn to giggle before rising from the bed. Propping herself up on her elbows before speaking. Granting me a wonderful view of her soft breasts. Their peaks stiff in the cool air and practically begging for attention.

“Not satisfied yet? First you claim me against our laws and culture, then you do it a second time. Now you want me to give you even more? Maybe if you kiss me like you did last night.”

My eyes reluctantly rose from her chest to her soft hazel eyes. A warm smile formed on my face as she recounted the night prior. Something akin to proud smugness. “Not my fault I've got good taste.”

“Mmm… So long as you keep tasting me, I'll be happy.” It was my turn to pull her down this time. Rolling her on top of me as we crashed together. No overabundance of lust or starvation. Not forced or done out of obligation. She sat on my lap with her hands on my chest. Our eyes closed, lips together. We danced a silent dance that seemed to melt the morning away until nothing remained but soft touches and warm breath.

After some time she finally rose up and sat squarely on my lap. Enjoying the warm swelling she had caused. “I almost want to forget about the bath and just start here and now. Almost. You stay. I'll handle the arrangements.”

After climbing off my lap she reached over into the lowest drawer and pulled out a set of neatly folded blue robes. Thinner than any I'd worn but enough for coverage. It took me a fair bit of time to rise but as I slipped one of them on it felt like what I imagined a silk robe to be. Might have actually been silk.

“Someone will come fetch you shortly.” As Cecilia left I couldn't help but savor the view of her leave. The maybe-silk robe hugging her as tight as I would have wanted to. The azure fabric hiding little but somehow showing off nothing explicitly. Her very shapely rear being my personal favorite sight under the tight cloth.

The door clicked shut and the last drops of adrenaline seemed to melt. Whatever excitement my body held from her presence seemed to completely drain. The exhaustion sleep didn't cure quickly took hold as I had to grab onto the bed frame to steady myself. Taking a long shaky breath that does the trick, mostly.

When I finally catch my step I hear a soft knock on the door. Just a moment later it opened to an olive skinned woman carrying a small tray. On it sat only a cup of tea with several small bowls of fixings. Sugar, honey, and a few leaves I'd learn later were mint. A common garnish.

“A gift from the house, and your lovely companion for the evening. Please, enjoy.” Her voice felt of velvet. The kind that disrobed men and women alike with little effort. The kind that met no room for arguments.

“Oh, uh… thank you.” She set the tray down and left with a short bow.

Sitting down in the chair next to the table I poured a scoop of sugar into the warm mug. Letting it dissolve before sipping on the tea slowly. Its savory herbs coated my tongue and eased my muscles. Eased the exhaustion that had only just subsided. Warmth worked through my body until it sunk deep into my chest and settled well.

The mug lasted only a few minutes. A few wonderful minutes. Not a moment after I set the cup down another knock comes through the door. This one more hurried. Four raps that come quickly. Walking over I opened it before a large pummel met my forehead.