Page 50 of Even Robots Die
It only takes a second before sleep claims me and I’m dead to the world.
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Brice
Ishould have seen it coming.
I’ve been sneaking in her room to watch her for so long that I wasn’t even paying attention anymore.
Except, tonight I came to fill her bathtub when I saw her crossing the square in front of the castle and drop the treat Franck gave me.
I brought only one spoon and decided to try it. Before I knew it, I had eaten half of the tiramisu and still had only one spoon, and because it seems that I’m petty, I wrote a note and didn’t leave the spoon. I don’t think she would have liked the one I licked, though, so it could have been worse.
Yeah, of course, keep lying to yourself.
But that’s not where my error came from tonight.
No.
My error was to think I would be able to flee in time when she came back.
I should only blame myself though, because if I hadn’t eaten half of her dessert I wouldn’t be here anymore.
I wouldn’t be in the darkest top corner of her room, in my bat form, clutching at that freaking spoon so it doesn’t fall to the ground while she undresses to plunge into the bath I prepared for her.
Up until tonight, I’ve been good.
Up until tonight, I hadn't seen her naked.
Up until tonight, I had no idea how smooth her skin looked or how great the mechanical wings she had tattooed on her back looked. They take up most of her back, and the only reason I didn't see them tonight with her dress is because for once she was sporting her hair down and the fiery cascade was covering everything that wasn’t covered by the dress.
She’s always wearing those shapeless t-shirts, so I had no idea what was hiding under.
But now I know.
And I want to devour each of her curves. I want to let my tongue travel the divots at the small of her back, the crease at her waist, the expanse of her thighs and the small little gem I saw shining at her left nipple. I want to let my tongue travel everywhere only my eyes can in this instant, and I know I’m wrong for it.
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be able to see her like this.
And what’s worse than all of that? She started to eat the damn tiramisu with her fingers. Licking them so as not to lose a single piece of the sweet dessert and making me imagine it’s my cock instead of her fingers while I clutch the damn spoon to my chest like a lunatic, wishing I left it there on the desk with the tiramisu so I wasn’t forced to watch her tongue curl around her fingers and dip inside her mouth as she makes small noises of pleasure that I better be the only one to hear.
At least when she’s done she doesn’t linger in the bath and I’m saved an extra torture.
I don’t know what I would have done if she had started touching herself while in there. I’m already at a point where I feel too tight inmy own skin and if things don’t calm down quickly, I might have to throw that damn spoon away and run—well, fly—for my life.
I’m saved by the fact that Florentine crashes on the bed right after rinsing herself.
The sight is still arresting, because she’s in just a shirt, and I can still look at those thighs that I’m now dreaming to have wrapped around my head.
What happened to the man who thought she could be his great granddaughter?The voice in my head mocks me, and for once, I can only agree with it.
I shouldn’t be here.
I’ve known that from the moment she closed the door after her when she came back to her room.
I wait another minute and her breathing calms down to the point I know she is now asleep. I fly down from my spot near the ceiling with the spoon in my back paws and land on the ground near the door.
I shift, being careful not to drop the spoon as I do so, and open the door just enough to slip through the opening and I cross over to my room. I don’t even bother shifting because I chose her room to be close to mine, so it’s right in front of me.
