After a good while, Abby re-emerged from under the covers.
She wore a sweet, satisfied smile, as if she had just accomplished something of great importance.
Alistair, however, was staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. A single thought echoed in his mind. That's it?
Abby licked her lips and covered her mouth with a hand to hide a giggle, assuming her master was simply tired. She gave his warm chest a little nuzzle, then hopped out of bed. Her slender, delicate feet made a happy pitter-patter sound on the floor as she ran to wash her face and rinse her mouth. Then, on her tiptoes, she pitter-pattered back to the bed.
As he felt the little maid settle back into his arms, Alistair's eyes remained wide open, his mind a complete fog.
"Master, hold me~"
