Shaving and sharing

After an hour or so my fatigued muscles go from screaming agony when moved to a dull ache, I would like to rest more but I had work to do. With a couple of groans I hoist myself into a sitting upright position and shimmy forward till I reach the end of the bed, I stand on weak legs and walk to the bathroom grabbing my razor on the way.

I look at myself in the full length mirror, my first step is wetting a washcloth to clean up the dried cum off me. I also use it to wipe down where I would be shaving, I didn't know if that would help as I'd never shaved before but I thought it would and that was reason enough. Once I was wiped clean I lather the white shaving cream over my body coating my legs, my groin, my chest under my arms and on them too. I was almost in awe at how many areas I would need to shave despite only having wispy ginger hair in most of the areas.

The actual shaving goes surprisingly well considering it was a first for me, I did nick my legs a couple of times and I did make a shallow cut into my under arm that wasn't pleasant in the slightest but it would likely heal in less than a week given how minor it was. However thanks to my fear I had took immense care when shaving my nether region petrified of cutting my cock and or balls but I pull through without an incident. I use a clean piece of cloth from the pack to soak up what little injuries I had and press it against my shallow cut to act as a seal patching it up.

Once done I admire my handiwork in the full length mirror, I was incredibly pleased with myself as I look over my now hairless and smooth body. I head back into the room to show Quinara my now smooth body, I enter the room and Quinara looks up the bed her face erupting with a grin. "Looking good runt" she says her eyes scanning over my body with unashamed desire, I had never felt better seeing her look at me like this.

"Hey so is there a reason you want me shaved?" I ask her, Quinara ponders for a second almost like she's wondering how much to say, "well I don't really know to be honest, I just think that a more slender cutie like yourself just suits it." She hesitates for a second before continuing, "I also 'knew' an elf with a similar build to you who also was shaved and maybe that influenced it a tad". My face sours at her mention of a previous lover she had, something Quinara picks up on she softens her voice, "does that make you jealous? Me talking about ex lovers?" She asks her eyes studying me carefully, gauging my reaction, "a little" I answer honestly. I knew she had more experience than me but I still had my insecurities, "I know I shouldn't be because you're here with me and not with them right now but still..."

Quinara looks at me with understanding, "I get it... Well at least I think so, but I mean it runt you really shouldn't be jealous of anyone especially not that guy, not Asher" she says giving me his name. I hesitate to ask especially since I had just gotten sour faced over her talking about him but I needed to know "why, was he a bad boyfriend?" I ask nervously. Quinara lets out a snort "pff boyfriend? He was barely a friend. No Asher wanted one thing from me, and it wasn't even the sex, he wanted a story, something he could tell his friends about, the time he bedded an orc" she explains. "So he used you without you knowing?" I ask understanding why that betrayal would hurt, "no that's not the worst of it, I knew from the start. He's not the only person in the world who thinks that way and I had been propositioned like that before and it's pretty easy to tell who wants to fuck you because they they desire you as a person rather than the idea of sleeping with someone considered monstrous." She sighs "it's more commonly the latter in my experience", I look at her with a mixture of sympathy and confusion, "if you knew he only wanted that, then why did you...?" I ask trailing off not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

Quinara takes a deep breath before admitting something that she was clearly ashamed about, "because I was lonely. I mean most people consider me to be a monster, I have no clan anymore, even in mercenary work I was seen as a tool to be used to get the job done, hired muscle or a weapon. Never a person, so I took what little I could get in a moment of weakness." As she wraps up her explanation, some of Quinara's previous actions spring to mind, I had found her getting drunk alone in a tavern despite having a early start in the morning, now I had no doubt that Quinara liked a drink but this was beyond just liking a drink. It suddenly dawns on me why she came back for me after I called her a savage monster despite her deep seated issues with how people perceive her, the job guaranteed two things for her company and purpose even if they both where temporary. I was finally seeing past the walls Quinara had built up around her to try and prevent anyone from seeing her ****, I had really thought our relationship was imbalanced after all I needed her far more than she needed me, but now as she let me in I saw that she needed me as well. "Gods I must sound pathetic for doing that" Quinara says, wordlessly I just walk to where she's sat on the bed and sit on her lap wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in for a hug. "I don't think you sound pathetic at all" I whisper in her ear doing my best to comfort her, she returns the hug with equal fervour. She didn't say anything but she didn't need to I could feel her appreciation as she held my close her hand rubbing my back gently.