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Memories of Emily
Mike was dead.
Well, not all the way. Opening his eyes to the blinding light coming through the curtains, he realized that the sensation of death was no more than the events of the last two days catching up with him. He groaned, sliding out of bed and sitting on the floor. His legs wobbled beneath him, muscles protesting his attempts to stand. His head pounding, he stumbled into the bathroom, leaning against the bathroom sink.
"You're a mess this morning, aren't you?" Naia's head and shoulders were visible in the tub, her body magically hidden in three inches of water.
"Yeah. I feel like I have the flu." Mike stripped off his boxers, inspecting his body in the mirror. The tiny cuts were all scabbed over now, but the bruise on his hip had gotten larger, turning an ugly yellow. Some more bruises had appeared along his thighs, and his stomach muscles were sore from last night's activities. "Can I get some hot water in that thing?"
Naia vanished, the tub rapidly filled with steaming water. Mike climbed in, lying on his back as the tub filled around him. The water level climbed, and Naia reappeared beneath him. The back of his head was between her breasts, her body acting like a giant bath pillow. Mike closed his eyes, Naia running her hands gently across his shoulders and ribs.
"What do you need from me, lover?" Naia asked, her hands wandering across his body.
"Just keep doing that. It feels good." Mike's head was pounding, his neck and shoulders super tight. He thought back to the events of yesterday. "Please tell me yesterday was the exception?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I was attacked by the Mandragora, nearly eaten by it, saved by a gargoyle, fucked by a gargoyle, nearly incinerated by a fire elemental, made up with Cecilia, boned a banshee, and came up here to get caught in a game of orgasm volleyball with you." Mike held up an arm, looking at all the scratches. "For starters, none of that is believable. At all. How does so much happen in one day?"
"You're getting wound up," Naia muttered, stroking the water's surface. Thousands of vibrating fingers beneath the water found the sore spots on Mike's body, gently pushing against him. "Your body needs to rest if you're going to heal."
"Ow, shit. That hurts, but it also feels good." Mike put his arm down, trying harder to relax. "Seriously though. Was every day this hard for Emily?"
"No. She had a few bad days early on, though, that much I remember. She did have one day so bad that it led to her becoming a shut in."
"Tell me more. And keep doing that." Mike sighed, pressing against Naia's body. The water fingers twisted beneath him, and he could feel tightly wound muscles relaxing. "I'm curious to know if she was as big a screw up as I am."
"I can do better than that." Naia placed her fingers along Mike's temples. "How about I show you instead?"
"Wait, wha-"
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Emily slid out of bed, her white nightgown creeping up her thighs, revealing pale blue panties beneath. She stretched, golden curls tumbling chaotically around her shoulders. The birds outside were singing love songs to one another, and her window was open, wreathed in vines that had sprouted pretty flowers.
"Why good morning, my dear." Emily lifted one vine away from the sill, planting a delicate kiss on its green flesh. The Mandragora shivered in delight, several more flowers opening in response. "I'll come down and visit with you later, sweat pea." The vines, content that Emily was up, withdrew, closing the window quietly behind them. Emily stripped off her nightgown, scratching her breasts as she went into the bathroom to pee, pulling her panties down and off, leaving them on the floor.
"Naia?" She called. There was a splash from the tub. Wiping and flushing, Emily walked to the tub where Naia waited, her breasts bobbing along the surface of the water. "Good morning, lover." Naia moved away from the edge, allowing Emily to enter. Emily sank into the warm water, letting out a loud sigh. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a dragon." Emily lifted a silver bucket from the side of the tub. She pulled out a brush, shampoo, soap, and a rag. "Last night was a lot of fun. I'm so glad I was able to get so many of us together in the garden for a movie."
"I liked the plot. It was fun seeing all the moving pictures, but I thought it was kind of sad when the witch melted because she got wet." Naia flicked the water, magic bubbles sprouting all along its surface. "I think Tink might have taken your projector apart after everyone went to bed, by the way."
Emily rolled her eyes. "That figures. Those projectors aren't just expensive-they're very hard to come by. Rotten little goblin is nothing but trouble." Soaking the rag in water, she washed her arms and chest with soap. "If I don't keep her busy, she's liable to take apart the whole damn house. Do you remember when she took apart the fridge to see where the cold air was being stored? I feel like I need to start buying her puzzles just to keep her busy."
"That isn't a bad idea." Naia moved closer to Emily. "Us monsters like to be kept busy."
"Indeed you do." Emily placed a kiss on Naia's soft lips. "Let me wash my hair first."
