They didn't talk about it again afterwards but that phrase stayed inside her head like a parasite. All you would have had to do was ask. Had he been joking when he said that? Or was he seriously suggesting he would have slept with her if she had shown interest in him? With a sigh Emi slipped out of the long alchemist gloves she used to clean her laboratory and pulled of the mask as soon as she got out of the room.
Most of the powder was gone by now, mopped up or scooped into bottles for further testing. With her safety gear she didn't have to deal with the effects of the accidental poison she created.
But even without them something about her had changed. Every time she lay awake in bed at night all she could think about was him and the spotty memory of their... accident. And whenever those thoughts came into play she couldn't stop herself from letting her hands wander, remembering his touch on her skin and the raspy sound of his voice when he came inside her.
A rush of heat pooled in her stomach and she grimaced. Looked like today would be no different. She had finally finished cleaning her laboratory to the point where it should be usable again. That called for some kind of celebration. Something for her to relax her strained muscles. Of course, she could ask Abdulon to give her a massage, something he was allegedly very skilled in, but they had been kind of distant the last three days.
A bath! That was the solution to all her problems...or at least most of them. She'd take a long, hot bath and wouldn't think about anything at all for a good few hours. The sound of footsteps on the stairs made her turn before she entered the bathroom. Abdulon slowly ascended, reading, and almost missed a step on his way. Emi barely hid her giggle behind a fake cough. He looked up.
"Ah, I see you're done for today?"
"Yeah, laboratory is clean. Now it's only me who's dirty." She could feel her face start to burn as he raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk on his lips. "Not like that."
"Sure thing. Taking a bath?" She opted to only nod this time. The less she said the less weird it would be.
"Have fun." He winked at her and she wanted to bash her head against the wall. With a mumbled thank you she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, not locking it. Her mother had always implored her to leave the door unlocked in case anything happened and someone needed to come help. Not like she would need help with washing herself, but old habits die hard.
It had been Abdulons idea to get a bathtub stating that "the bathhouse in this city is barely cleaner than a horse trough". Emi was glad for it, as she soon got to know the joys of taking a hot bath in the cold weather here. Being from a southern isle originally, she wasn't used to the cold and the hot water kept her spirits up and her body healthy during the freezing months. Especially since as an alchemist she had some tricks up her sleeve to make it even more enjoyable.
She filled the tub with rain water from a small barrel and heated it up with an easy spell. Magic wasn't her main field of study but warming up or cooling down substances came in handy as an alchemist. Some dried up lavender and a few rose petals for the smell and within minutes the room was filled with a pleasant steam. She got rid of her clothes leaving them in a pile to the side and sank into the water with a sigh.
Her body relaxed in the gently lapping warmth. Taking a bar of citrus soap, she opened her braids to wash her hair. It took a few minutes due to their length and by the time she was done a thin layer of foam swam on the surface of the water obscuring her body from view. She didn't mind.
In her own opinion her body wasn't really anything to be proud of. Meek and small would be the most fitting description, no curves and barely any breasts. Weak, was what her brothers had always called her. The runt of the litter, in her mother's words. But that's what she had her brain for. Who needed muscles when you could simply poison your enemy to take their strength away? Who needed beauty or charisma when you could take it in the form of a potion? Who needed companionship when you could drug your roommate into sleeping with you?
She sighed. Yes, her talents weren't always perfect. And she did feel bad every time she thought about what she'd done, albeit accidentally. But it simply felt too good to remember that glassy look of pure desire in his eyes. The way he looked at her as though she was the only thing to satisfy his need. And that fire inside her setting her ablaze as though her skin was being cast into lava.
Without her consciously noticing her hand crept downward again, little waves stirring the water around her. Her fingers stroked along her already wet entrance, teasing her folds and making her gasp. She closed her eyes imagining his fingers touching her, ever so lightly grazing over her labia and pushing into her with the sole goal of driving her mad with pleasure. With a shuddering moan she realized she was edging herself, not wanting the imaginary scenario to end. His name fell from her lips as though she was praying for him to appear and take over. She was so close. Just a bit more and-
"Emi? Are you okay?" Abdulons voice called from outside the door. Startled she pulled her hand away from her cunt, immediately groaning in frustration at the delayed orgasm.
"No.," she grumbled at the door, slapping a hand in front of her mouth as soon as she realized how loud she had said it. He must have heard.
"What's wrong? Should I come in?," he kept asking. Immediately Emis imagination ran wild. If he came in right now and saw her like this, naked and flushed from the water and her arousal, what would he do? Would he be embarrassed and leave? Or would he help her finish? A shiver ran through her at the thought of that. Abdulon joining her in the bathtub, his hands all over her naked body, stroking her, pleasing her. She couldn't keep her own hand from straying back between her legs. She wanted him so bad.
