Time for Bed

Emily watched Angel and Cat lead the traitor away. They certainly made a worthwhile show for the crowd, with the small naked dark-haired girl flanked by the tall and muscular guards in their underwear. As she realised she was standing in the open wearing just her underwear she suddenly felt quite shy, astonished by the fact that the others didn’t seem at all phased by their various degrees of exposure. This had been, by any standards, an unusual and quite exciting day, and Emily felt tired and in need of her bed.

‘Alexa, a moment of your time?’ Denaasi was next to her, a hand on her shoulder. ‘I’d like to talk.’

‘Oh, I think I need to go to my room,’ said Emily.

‘Of course!’ smiled Denaasi, ‘My apologies, I won’t keep you.’

As Emily made her way through the tent to her little bed chamber she wondered what tomorrow would bring. She had already met a lot of interesting people and exposed a spy on day one. Quite literally. Something about a tournament flitted across her mind, but then she was standing next to her bed and it was forgotten for now. Her armour was in a pile next to the bed. Had she left it there? Had somebody left it there for her? She couldn’t remember and was too tired to worry. She listened to people moving around outside the canvas walls, wondering what she should wear to bed. Her black shorts and bustier were a little tight, but she wasn’t too keen on sleeping in a tent surrounded by people in just her knickers. But then this was the command tent, there was plenty of security, she probably couldn’t be anywhere safer right now. So she kicked her boots off and reached behind her to unfasten her top, dropping it onto her armour, then bent over to slide her shorts off. She looked at her little panties, hooking her thumbs in the waistband. It might be a little bit exciting to sleep naked, she thought, knowing that she was so close to all these people. She pictured Angel and Cat in their underwear; the little spy, naked in front of all those people, and felt a slight tingle down below. She pulled her thumbs away, looking down inside her knickers at the neat little strip of hair pointing to her private place. Then suddenly she came to her senses, of course she was going to leave them on! What sort of a girl was she?

‘I think you’d be more comfortable without them.’

Emily shrieked and turned around to see Denaasi standing at the entrance to the room, smiling. ‘How long… what are you…?’

‘I said I wanted to talk. You said you wanted to talk here, and I didn’t want to disturb you while you were getting undressed.’

‘I said I was going to bed!’ Emily now had one arm over her breasts, the other covering her panties.

‘You said you wanted to go to your room. It’s not the same.’ She sat down on the end of the bed and opened a bottle of vodka in her hand, clearly not intending to go anywhere.

Emily sighed and flicked over the grey blanket, climbing in and tugging it over herself as best she could with the lower edge trapped under Denaasi’s bottom. ‘So what did you want to talk about?’

Denaasi took a swig and handed the bottle to Emily. ‘You did really well today, Alexa. Really well. I didn’t know about the spy, but that could have gone really badly if you hadn’t caught her. Bob didn’t even mention her, I’m going to have to teach him a lesson!’

‘Do you think she would have killed Angel and Cat?’

‘Don’t know, probably. I’ll ask Bob in the morning, he might have to do a re-write if we weren’t supposed to find out yet.’

Emily could feel a warm fuzziness clouding her mind as she took another sip of vodka, and her eyes felt heavy. She realised she had zoned out for a moment while Denaasi was still talking. ‘I’m sorry, what?’

‘I said I don’t know if there are any more plots afoot, and I’m worried for our safety. I think I’d feel much better sleeping in here tonight, if you are okay with that?’

Emily just needed to sleep, and didn’t have the energy to argue. Besides, it would be nice to have some company. Denaasi laid down, still wearing her gown, on top of the blanket while Emily shuffled underneath it to rest her head on the thin pillow.

‘I saw you looking at Angel and Cat just now,’ said Denaasi. Her eyes were clear blue, quite intense. Quite beautiful. ‘They are stunning, aren’t they?’

‘Oh yes,’ agreed Emily, her voice slurred from drink or sleepiness, or both. ‘Tall.’

Denaasi chuckled. ‘Yes, they are. But I would rather look at you than either of them, you are just amazing. I noticed you in your armour earlier of course, but now, without it…’

Emily closed her eyes, placing a reassuring hand on her Queen’s forearm. ‘Oh, gosh, you are the amazing one… your hair… your eyes… mmmm…’ and she drifted to sleep as Denaasi undressed and climbed under the blanket.