Chapter 29.5: Bon Voyage Part 2

When I wake, I’m alone in bed. I sit upright and tilt my head to the window hidden by curtain fabric falling into a series of puffy festoons. No traces of the sun beaming its way inside. From the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like the sun has risen yet. I stifle a yawn, musing how long I’ve been lying here asleep, and a minute after everything is clear in my head.

Squinting my eyes I look for the guy whom I slept with. He’s nowhere to be found. Did he leave? He’s clarified it before and I know that our lovemaking last night is nothing serious, but it upsets me to know he left without saying a single word or even having the patience to wait for me to wake. To think I’m inlove with such a man, you’re such a foolish, foolish girl, Emily. I bite on my lips. I am so mad at myself.

“Ah, you awake?”

The door to my bathroom opens, and comes out is a delicious looking man, carrying the fresh scent of the bath with him. My cheek flush as I drink the image of his bare chest and his trouser hanging off his hips. I can’t look elsewhere. My eyes are glued to his finely proportioned features.

He moves to me, and the bed shifts to accommodate his weight. My hands unconsciously lifts to brace myself from this man leaning to kiss me. Am I possibly nervous?

“Thanks for the goodnight, Emily. Sleep some more, I know you’re exhausted,” he murmurs, taking my shaking hand. He kisses my knuckles, light as a feather, but the adrenaline it caused floods my entire self in arousal. Oh, even though I feel like a vegetable and I’m hungry, I want him inside me. Again.

“Are you leaving?” I manage to breath.

“Yes.”

“Why so early? Stay some more. I like you here with me.”

“Oh, Emily, me too,” he says, his eyes fixated on my lips. I lick my lips and his gaze intensifies. He really wants me to service him with my mouth, but he doesn’t want to force me. I smile sweetly, finding myself a clear advantage.

“But, I’m delivering some goods to Portia, and it’s best if I leave early today,” he finishes.

I frown. What is he planning to do there?

“Portia? Why?”

“Well there’s this small side job I picked up in the guild about a week ago. Since I’m boarding a ship to Mercantile, I figure I’ll pick up some coin on the way.”

Eh? Boarding a ship? I almost spring back up, my eyes wide and gaping. He smiles warmly, and I cannot tell what’s going through his head. It feels like there’s something I want to request, something I want him to hear, but I can’t find the words.

“Can I come with you?”

He stops smiling, his expression unfathomable.

“Emily, I’m not going there for vacation. I’m there for a reason.”

Reimuz reaches out a hand and caress my face. He moves closer, taking all of the remaining air in my lungs. I close my eyes, and I feel the damp patch of his lips on my forehead. His hand remains on my face, waiting for me to understand. However I don’t want to. The moment he strides his thumb on my cheek, I take him by surprise. I hug him and bury one side of my face on his chest.

“Don’t be unreasonable, Emily.”

“I’ve been there twice. I can guide you if take me with you.”

I don’t want to add myself to the mass of guilt he’s carrying. I intended only to taste, to savor the moment, but it had gone beyond our intentions of playing ”lovers” to things so out of control.

“Emily, I already have my two apprentices coming with me, I can’t promise I can watch out for you too.”

“Who says I need protecting? Have you forgotten how we first met? I’m clearly capable of protecting myself.”

“And, I can’t promise I can return your feelings. I’m still…”

“I know that.”

I shake my head on his chest. Perhaps I’m sounding too selfish, but I’ll do anything to have a chance, and I’m not one to give up so easily.

“Women,” he mumbles and sighs. “I think it’s safe for me to say that every women around me had given me nothing but trouble,” he acquiesce, and I pull back, just enough for me to have a clear view of his face.

“Is that a yes?” I murmur, my heart leaping in my voice.

He cocks his head on one side and coughs, a faint blush creeping on his visible cheek. I question myself for a moment then a spear of lust hits my thighs, and instantly I know what he wants.

“Let me please you,” I lean closer and whisper on his ears. He’s quick to accept. Unable to control my raging blood, I press his back on the mattress. I trap him around my legs and sit on top of his growing erection.

“Good lord, you’re very energetic,” he says with a smile.

“Shut up if you want me to use my mouth.”

His mouth drops open, and the sight can’t be any sweeter. Good boy. I got him dancing under my thumb now. I move my hands all over his body, sculpting his muscles. His body is indeed beautifully toned, and I take pleasure in it. Oh yes, dissolved into a puddle of devotion for me. But the second I put my hands on his trousers, I hear a disturbance.

*tok, tok*

The sudden rap on my door made me stop before I can even begin.

“Shit,” his breath hitches, and he sounds upset. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know,” I shake my head in confusion. I got off him and fixed my fucked up appearance. Once I’m presentable and ready, I open my door slightly, wondering who can it be at this time of the day.

“Poppie?” I say almost in surprise. It’s not just her. She’s accompanied by a young boy with chestnut brown hair. His looks are quite similar to August, although he’s more on the thinner side.

“Goodmorning,” Poppie bows, and when she lifts her head she offers me a refreshing smile.

“Goodmorning Poppie and…?”

“Lepust,” he quirks a swift and rude greeting, his arms crossed and his head tilted sideways. What is his problem?

“What brings you two here?” I ask. As I wait for Poppie to explain, I feel Reimuz’s warm hand on my shoulder. That warm feeling disappears and in the next instant, he gives me a ringing slap on my behind, and I realize I have no panties. Geez!

I hear him talk to Lepust in private, his voice intimidating. Poppie wanders inside my room, looking around, her nose twitching to something foul. My nose wasn’t able to recognize it, but perhaps my room stunk of sex? It makes me blush right away. I hope not.

“Umm, is this blood?” Poppie asks, pointing to my stained bed sheets.

“No,” I force a smile on my face and answer sweetly. Ah, that’s something an innocent girl like you don’t need to know, Poppie. The day has just started, but I have a feeling it’ll be the craziest day of my life.