Alright Ladies and Gentlemen.
Welcome to NewU, Part 5. There is so much to discuss and such little time to do it in. First of all, your patience and continued support while this chapter was being crafted is more than I could ever asked for, let alone deserved. I am not going to lie, this chapter was a struggle. I had written something pretty decent within a week or two of the previous chapter being posted, then my laptop died and took the whole thing with it. Note to the writers out there, there is nothing on earth more valuable than a memory stick.
Secondly, this lockdown dragging on longer than any of us first envisaged hasn't helped either. Instead of being able to write in the days when the kids were in school, I was relegated to only being able to write at nights. Three children breathing over your neck is not conducive to the creation of erotic fiction.
Thirdly, writers block is a thing.
This is a much longer chapter than I originally planned, I tried separating it into two but, to be honest, I couldn't find a suitable place to split it, and anywhere I tried just ruined it, so in thanks for your patience, you are getting a double feature. As an added bonus, there is sex scene included that is longer than the entirety of the last chapter... something to look forward to.
Despite the months that have passed since my last installment, the steady stream of comments and emails has been a constant motivation and I can't thank you all enough. There are so many people to thank for their part in making this chapter what it is, from my editors and proofreaders to friends who have encouraged me to keep going when the night has been darkest. Chloe, Heavens, Claire, Shadow and, most of all, Sophie. This wouldn't have happened without you. And for the rest of you, keep an eye out in the postscript for Sophie's name again. It is one you won't want to forget.
I hope you enjoy.
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"Alright, let's summarize," I said to Jeeves as he sat on one end of the plush leather sofa. His appearance and posture still reminded me of a Victorian age butler, even if his personality had changed. I was pacing. I always paced. I wasn't aware of any direct link between your legs' movement and the ability to think more clearly. Still, if I needed to unscramble my thoughts, I had to be moving. Jeeves' mildly amused smirk followed me around the bunker as I wandered.
It was the morning after consultation, and, of course, the morning after Becky had... well...
committed
herself to me. The rush of new developments over those few hours had been a little overwhelming and still not quite as settled in my mind as well as I would have liked. It would be a while before my brain had acclimatized itself to its new way of processing information, but for now, I needed someone to talk to. So, with no other option available, I decided to talk to myself.
"The most obvious point," I continued, rounding the pedestal in the middle of the room and glancing at Jeeves, "Is that this isn't all in my head." I pointed at the ceiling and twirled my finger around, illustrating to Jeeves what I was talking about before quickly remembering the gesture's futility. I was literally talking to myself; he would get it... I would get it... whatever.
"Well, technically, this
is
in your head." He replied with no small amount of amusement. I cast him a narrow-eyed look. "But no, the physical manifestations of your abilities are difficult to overlook." He continued with a small smirk. "There is a considerable distinction between knowing you have these powers and seeing them at work."
Only my eyebrows, in a single bounce above my eyes, seemed capable of articulating that level of understatement. "Which brings us onto the next point." I went on broodingly, "This!" I swept my arms down my body, flicking my hands out as I did, gesturing to the miraculous levels of healing my body had achieved in the few short days since my awakening.
"Is almost completely healed." Jeeves finished for me. "Doc Matthews was right; we aren't all the way there yet, but I'd give it a few more days, and you will be back to full physical health." His smug grin was infectious, I could feel its mirror curl my own lips.
"And then there is Becky," I said, Jeeves' grin spreading wider. "I mean, I seemed to have missed a lot with her. This whole... err..."
"Submissive." Jeeves supplied the word that my train of thought had lost.
Asshole
"
Submissive
thing." I continued with a nod. "How did I not see that coming? And how did I know what to do?"
"Well, to be fair," Jimmy replied with a shrug, "There were a few hints if you were paying attention. But her opening up to you like that is more an issue of trust than of attraction or personality. I'd recommend not questioning it and just go with it." A wry grin was the only thing distorting his otherwise formal appearance. "But as for knowing what she wanted, that's simple: she told you."
"She told me?" I asked with another narrow-eyed glance. "You mean, like, she thought it, and I kinda automatically knew..."
Jeeves gave a simple nod. "Handy trick, isn't it, sir?" His smug little smirk was almost infectious. "Perhaps you should consider a career in law enforcement."
"So, in terms of health," I said, choosing not to give his suggestion more than a cursory amount of consideration. "When do
you
think I will be able to, you know, move around and stuff?"
"You are ready now, sir."
"Now?"
"Now." I stopped pacing and stared at him. We both knew that this was not the time for being vague. His grin spread a little. "You are already capable of full mobility, albeit with some very mild discomfort."
"How mild are we talking?" I asked.
"There will be a small amount of ...
aching
", He said simply. "But nothing that you would consider painful."
"So, if I was to get up now..."
"I wouldn't recommend it, Sir."
"Why not?"
"You are about to have visitors. Two of them."