Have you ever just known exactly what it is that you want? Even if there's a huge unknown tied to it? Toby does.
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Toby woke slowly. He felt the presence of her near him, felt her warmth there. He tried to memorize everything about her that he could see and feel just in case, he told himself. He didn't know what would happen, but nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and the closest things to this that he could remember had never lasted for long. He watched her breathe and wondered about that. If she was a demon, why would she need to breathe? The answer wasn't terribly important to him, but if he remembered, he would ask her about it.
He reached to touch her red hair. He'd never had a thing for redheads, he realized, but then he'd never liked half of the vegetables that he now enjoyed. People change, he thought, and anyway, on her, it was perfect. He supposed that if he asked it of her, she'd make herself blonde or whatever he asked for, but he couldn't get past how he felt to have seen her as she was here since it was her.
He lightly touched her skin and traced a tattoo with his finger, wondering which ones were the ones that she'd put there, and which were the brands. He remembered that the brands were on her front, so he examined these for a minute. He couldn't understand them if what he was looking at was any type of lettering -- he couldn't even tell that much about them. But he knew how he felt about her and if she'd put these on herself ... , well then they were worth a look to him.
She was so lovely to him. Toby considered that he might be called a romantic -- if there were somebody who could see that quality in him and get past his bone-dry pragmatism. Maybe that was what he was, he thought, a romantic pragma... He gave it up. The plain and simple fact was that he loved Maezou and her beauty was almost enough to make him want to cry.
He reluctantly decided that it was time to get up, and began to move. He managed to get out of bed without waking her and considered it a bit of a feat. He carefully replaced the covers, and walked into the bathroom grinning. The power was back on, so he tested the hot water and then had a quick shower.
Something felt a little different as he toweled off, but he couldn't place it and wiped the mirror to shave. He normally didn't bother with shaving when he was on vacation, but ... He grinned when he the thought came to him that for her, he'd shave every hour if she asked it of him.
He looked at himself in the foggy mirror, "What did she see in you?" he asked himself, before deciding that if she had been correct, then he had saved her life. He supposed that she was just being thankful. He found himself desperately hoping that there was more to it than that.
Halfway through the shave, he stopped as he stared at himself again through the uncertainty of the half-fogged surface. He was sure there was something different today. What was it? He finished his shave, and then went to the kitchen to make some coffee. As he stood looking at the snow, he felt unsure of something, and went back to the mirror. He looked, and was still baffled for a minute, and then he thought he saw it. He looked a little younger, maybe. He chuckled as he went to pour the hot water into the mug, he'd had a great time just being with Maezou last night, he told himself. He reasoned that there was likely nothing different about him, other than how he felt, and that was good enough for him. He had the cup done in ten minutes, as he listened to the radio drone on at a low volume about the record-breaking storm that showed no sign of easing up any time soon, and then he was into the garage to fire up the snow blower.
She woke alone, though she smelled something that she eventually guessed was food of some kind. Sitting up, she looked at the window and the snow piled along the edges of it. She got out of the bed to look out the window. She could see that Toby had done something to the snow at the front of the house. A lot of it had been neatly removed, though with the continuing snowfall and the wind, it was accumulating there again. She heard a gasp, and turned to see him standing in the doorway.
Toby stared at her. In the light of day, she was ... well she was heavenly, if it could be said of a demon. Her dusty-looking skin matched nicely with her red hair, and her red and black tattoos. He loved her shape. She wasn't at all tall, but her legs looked to be just short of two and a half blocks long. That thin tail hung from just above her pretty backside, twitching and curling along one of her ankles as she looked back at him with a smile. Her lips were very close to the colour of her skin.
He smiled back, "Have I told you that you're beautiful?"
Maezou grinned, feeling happy that he seemed to be so pleased with her appearance, "I think I heard you mumbling something about it in your sleep last night." She looked at his clothes, thinking that she'd need to copy something like that soon. He wore jeans, a flannel work shirt and ... "What do you wear under your shirt?" she asked.
"A long-sleeved undershirt," he said, "I've been out clearing some snow. I started out with just the shirt under my jacket, but the wind is awful cold today so I had to re-think things. You sound different today."
She shrugged, "I'm not doing anything but talking. I guess I'm trying to fit in a little. You're not offended are you? I could try to go back to how I sounded before,"
He shook his head, "No. You just do what you do, but just so you know, the Maezou that I really like is you just like this."
He was holding a board awkwardly. "Sorry, I haven't got a real tray, but this ought to work. Get back into bed, and I'll serve you your breakfast. The power's back on, and I took advantage of it to make this before it goes out again."
Maezou stepped back to get into the bed, "What do I do here?"
He smirked, "Mostly, you try not to spill stuff. I made you some coffee. I've added milk, but that's all. If you think you'd like it sweeter, just tell me, and I'll add some sugar until you like it."