Frieda's gaze snapped up to meet him just as he stood fully dressed—his shirt snug against his body, the fabric dark against his skin. His pants were well-fitted, and he looked effortlessly put together, as if he'd always been wearing that outfit.
For a brief moment, Frieda froze, staring at him in silence. Her mind raced, but no words came. She had expected him to do... something. But this? She wasn't sure what to make of it.
She blinked a few times, trying to regain her composure. She cleared her throat, though it didn't help much. "You... uh, you look fine now," she said, but there was an odd hesitation in her voice, as though she wasn't entirely sure why she was flustered.
Jake smiled a little, enjoying the effect his sudden change had on her. "Glad to know I've passed your inspection," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Frieda blinked, shaking her head as if to clear the confusion. She turned away from him and opened the door. The cool morning air greeted them as they stepped outside.
The Reiss estate gardens stretched out before them—lush and quiet, the light soft and golden. Frieda inhaled deeply, taking in the calmness of the early morning. The birds were starting to chirp, and the flowers swayed gently in the breeze.
"Shall we?" she asked, a little more composed now as she motioned ahead, her voice still soft but steady.
Jake gave her a nod, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "After you."
As they walked through the garden, the silence between them was comfortable, with just the sounds of nature filling the air. Frieda stole a glance at him now and then, unsure of what to think of the strange dynamic between them.
"So," Jake spoke up after a few moments, breaking the silence. "How often do you come out here?"
Frieda glanced at him. "When I can. It's one of the few places I can feel... at peace."
"Good place for that," Jake said, looking around at the greenery, taking in the atmosphere. "Peace is hard to come by."
Frieda nodded quietly, her fingers brushing the petals of a nearby flower. "Sometimes," she murmured, "it's the only thing that feels real."
Jake watched her closely, his voice gentle. "Then don't let it slip away."
She looked up at him, surprised by the softness in his words.
Frieda gave him a small, uncertain smile, still trying to process his words. But then, Jake broke the silence once again.
"I'll be living with you from now on," he said, his voice steady as he glanced at her.
Frieda turned to him, her steps slowing for just a second as she nodded, a slight frown appearing on her face. It didn't seem like an invitation for discussion. She was used to orders, but somehow this felt different. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to question it or just accept it. So, she nodded again, keeping her gaze ahead.
After a while, the awkwardness settled into her thoughts, and she couldn't help but ask the question that had been gnawing at her. Her voice came out a little quieter than she intended, a soft hint of embarrassment creeping in as she spoke.
"So, uh…" she began, her fingers fidgeting slightly, "when you said… 'You will be mine' and all that... was that like, a servant thing... or...?"
Jake glanced at her, and for a moment, a flicker of amusement passed through his expression. He tilted his head slightly, considering her question for a moment. "Do you feel like a servant?" he asked, the calmness in his tone almost teasing.
Frieda hesitated, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked up at him, unsure how to answer. She shifted on her feet, her gaze flickering away briefly before meeting his again. "Well... maybe a little," she mumbled.
Jake shook his head, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. "No, not a servant. More like... a wife."
Frieda froze for a split second, her heart skipping a beat at the word. Her mind reeled for a moment as her gaze dropped to the ground. Wife? That wasn't what she had expected. She had thought... servant... or something more formal, like a bond of obligation. But a wife? That word held more weight, more meaning than she had been prepared for.
She stopped walking for a moment, blinking as she processed the implications of what he had said. Her thoughts were jumbled, and her face grew even redder, though she didn't quite know why.
Jake looked at her curiously, sensing the shift in her mood. He stood still for a moment, watching her closely. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice gentler than before.
Frieda nodded quickly, her mind still whirling. "Yeah... I think so," she muttered, unsure what to make of everything.
...
The days passed slowly, and after three years, Frieda and Jake grew very close. One evening, under the warm glow of the sunset, they stood together, not talking much, but feeling a lot. Frieda looked at him, her heart beating fast. She reached up, her fingers touching his cheek, and then she kissed him.
The kiss started soft, but soon it got deeper, hotter. Their lips pressed harder, and it felt like nothing else existed. Jake's hands slid to her waist, pulling her close. His fingers moved over her back, then lower, softly squeezing her round, soft butt. Frieda's body tingled, her breath quick as she leaned into him, wanting more. The kiss was slow and hungry, making her feel warm all over.
Then, a tiny voice broke in.
"Sister... What are you doing with Big Brother Lucif?"
Frieda's eyes popped open. Her little sister, Florian, stood at the door, holding a book, staring with big, curious eyes.
Frieda stepped back fast, her face red, her heart racing. "Florian, I—" she started, but her words got stuck, feeling shy and caught.
Florian stared up at Frieda, her big eyes full of wonder. "You're kissing Sister," she said, sounding confused.