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Yor wakes to the morning light slowly brightening her room. Last night after she had finished cleaning Loid, he’d fallen asleep in her bed, and feeling the bone-deep contentment and stillness of a good workout, Yor had quickly joined him.
In the night, she must have shifted closer to Loid, unable to stay away from him even in her sleep. Loid is still asleep on his back, one arm underneath her head and curling loosely around her shoulders. Yor presses closer into his side, tangling her legs with his.
Yor buries her face in Loid’s shoulder, holding his relaxed body underneath her. She traces absentminded lines over his naked skin, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest and smiling to herself at how much things have changed since the last time they had shared a bed. Yor had had to work so hard to make sure she didn’t Loid in any inappropriate ways, but nothing holds her back from touching Loid now.
His face twitches when Yor allows herself to lightly graze a nipple, a sigh leaving his mouth at the touch. She can see his dick start to stir in interest.
The sight brings back memories from last night, reminding her how thrilling it had been to watch Loid’s eyes as he fell apart. The blindfold had hidden how much Loid showed his pleasure in his eyes—how they would widen when she hit a particularly good spot or screw shut when he was fighting a sensation, and how they would go dazed and hazy when he got close. Yor feels herself starting to get wet against his bare leg and her face heats up. She tries to think about something else while she waits for Loid to wake up. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to wait long as Loid starts to stir beside her.
She watches his eyelashes flutter before he wakes, freezing like a corned rabbit. Yor can see the rapid fluttering of his heartbeat when Loid tries to place where he is, but he settles quickly when he sees her face.
“Good morning,” Loid’s voice sounds slightly raspy. Yor wonders if that’s what he always sounds like when he first wakes up or if it has something to do with how loud he’d been the previous night.
They’ve never shared a morning in bed before, one of them always waking up and leaving first the week of Yuri’s stay. This morning however, neither of them have anywhere they’d rather be. It tickles at her chest and the feeling melts into something mushy when Loid tips his head to give Yor a small smile.
“Good morning, Loid,” Yor replies, shifting up slightly to press a kiss to Loid’s lips.
As much as Yor wants to soak in the quiet of a rare childfree morning, the draw of Loid’s dick filling out underneath her has a much stronger pull. Yor nudges his growing erection with her leg and Loid rewards her with a low groan.
“May I?” Yor asks, watching the way Loid’s eyes fight to stay open as the lingering traces of sleep leave his body under her touch.
Loid’s hips thrust up, and Yor moves back to wait for his answer.
“Please,” Loid pants and he looks so beautiful. “Please, Yor.”
Now Yor is definitely sure Loid had shouted her name when he came and promptly started panicking all those weeks ago.
It’s rewarding to watch how easily her name falls from his mouth now, no traces of hesitation or guilt. They’ll need to figure out the new rules for whatever it is that they’ve started, but at least there’s no going back to the way things were.
That discussion can definitely wait until after they orgasm.
Yor shifts them so they lay on their sides facing each other, her head cradled in his arms as her own wrap around his waist. She pulls him closer so she can palm his ass. One of Loid’s legs nudges tentatively between her own, and Yor nods encouragingly, sighing in relief when she grinds against it.
Loid rolls his hips forward, silently inviting Yor to continue and she feels her cheeks grow warmer under his gaze. It makes her yearn to see his own reactions. Her hands twitch in indecision, before she decides to slide her fingers deeper to press against his hole.
It’s only a tease—Yor would never enter him without proper lubrication—but it’s enough to make Loid fully hard between them. She pulls him closer so their legs can tangle and they can grind against each other. Her face is now by Loid’s chest and she inhales deeply to better smell her soap on his skin.
Yor runs her finger from his entrance to just underneath his balls, her touch a slow, firm drag. She rubs a tight circle when she stops and Loid hunches around her, panting into her hair, his arms shaking slightly as they cling to her back. Her fingers trace lightly back up to his hole, earning her a pleased sigh.
Loid’s hips roll forward, giving her a better angle to grind down on his leg. They rock against each other, their hands roaming and touching all the skin they can reach. Yor presses kisses into Loid’s chest and he kisses the top of her head between moans. It’s gentle, soft and slow in a way they’ve never had time to enjoy before. Yor’s orgasm takes them both by surprise and Loid quickly follows, shuddering as he comes between them when Yor presses a fingertip against his entrance once more.
Loid holds her tightly in his arms and it’s nice to be surrounded and warm like this, especially after knowing she’s coaxed an orgasm out of him. She’s the only one who gets to have him like this.
She suddenly remembers the bruise on the back of Loid’s neck.
Yor pushes Loid on his back and straddles him. Loid stares up at her questioningly, eyes still post-orgasm hazy despite his confusion.
“Loid, how did you get the bruise on your neck?” Yor asks. She knows he’s not seeing anyone else, but the placement is suspicious.
Loid’s arm twitches like he plans to cover it, but Yor has him pinned down.
“Ah.” Loid looks uncomfortable and Yor almost regrets asking, but she has to know. “There was…an unruly patient a few days ago, and things got violent.”
Yor frowns at the thought of someone hurting Loid, but she knows it's an unfortunate part of his job.
“May I cover it?” Yor asks, leaning in closer to properly observe any changes in his expression.
He stills like he does when she gives him an order and the knowledge that Loid wants her to mark him up sends a thrill of satisfaction up her spine. She’s still going to make him use his words though.
“Yes, sir.”
“Turn over,” Yor orders, moving to let Loid roll to his front. The bruise is almost faded now, but there’s enough left to cover it. She nibbles at the skin before biting down and sucking deeply, making sure her mark is low enough that Loid’s shirt collar will mostly conceal it.
Loid groans at the first touch of her teeth and his hips are rolling into the bed when she pulls back. She takes a moment to appreciate the dark mark she left before she flips him onto his back. Loid’s eyes are blown out and he shivers under her gaze.
Yor wants to go further, to see what Loid looks like coming around her strap in the morning light, to see what a mess she can make of him, to see how long she can get away with keeping him in her bed.
The long ring of the phone breaks the loaded silence between them.
They both jolt up, moment broken as they scramble to answer it.
The room is a mess. Yor’s strap-on dangles off her nightstand, tossed there haphazardly after clean-up. Their discarded clothes and the half-empty bottle of lube create enough of an obstacle that neither of them are able to pick up the phone before the call goes to the answering machine.
The voicemail starts with a click.
“This is Martha Marriott of the Blackbell household. I am calling to see when you are coming over to pick up Miss Anya. I am happy to drop her off instead if your plans for the morning have changed.”
Loid and Yor exchange mortified looks over the wreckage of the room.
Loid inhales slowly.
Yor winces before straightening out, taking a deep breath.
“I’ll clean this up,” she offers, waving a hand at the mess crowding her normally spotless room. “You go pick up Anya?”
Loid nods, face full of grim determination before it melts into something more panicked.
“What do we tell her?” Loid asks, his breathing starting to go shallow. “She’s going to know something’s up. Anya always figures out things that I don't want her to know.”
Anya is very observant, and whatever their relationship is now, it’s definitely more than flirting.
“Well,” Yor starts before realizing she has no idea what to say.
She thinks for a minute.
“We could just say it’s to make our cover better?” Yor says, unable to think of anything more clever. “But only if she asks!”
“Yes. Alright. That could work,” Loid says, breathing back to normal now that he has a plan. A part of Yor wants to wreck his regained composure and just keep him pampered and at her mercy in her room, but for now she’ll have to settle for these brief moments together.
Loid moves towards the door, pausing for a second.
“Can we, um,” Loid hesitates, “revisit the checklist? I think there might be a few things I want to try now.”
It sends a heady rush of arousal through Yor that she has to brutally tamp down so she can focus on agreeing to Loid’s proposal.
“Of course,” Yor says. “I promise to take good care of you.”
Loid’s eyes darken and the air between them grows intense and heavy before the answering machine beeps, reminding them that they have an unheard message. Loid breaks eye contact to rush around the house in a flurry of movement to tame his bed head, wipe himself clean and put on clothing appropriate for a visit to the Blackbell estate.
Yor leans against her bedroom door frame and observes Loid absent-mindedly. She should shower and clean up, but right now she feels content and slow.
Before Loid leaves he pauses in front of her and Yor’s hands come up to fix his shirt collar before she can stop herself. Loid blushes lightly and hesitates for a moment before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, the touch so fleeting Yor would think she imagined it if her lips didn’t tingle afterwards.
The door closes quietly after Loid leaves and Yor is left in a slight daze, her hand touching her lips in a pale imitation of the brief kiss.
A glance at the mess in her room is enough to bring her back to reality and she bends down to start picking things up, unable to stop smiling.