Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew
Andrew, the poor, horrified, gay man?
*Eliza’s POV*
I felt like an asshole. Andrew seemed like a nice guy, so far. He had lost his husband or boyfriend, and had not complained openly about being saddled with babysitting a criminal exile, despite the fact that it had clearly been a surprise. He had said he was going to take me to a Grand Healer, for fuck’s sake! But here I was, making snail trails while a hot, bereaved, gay man was helping me bathe and dressing my wounds. It seemed I had been so obvious about it, I had made him uncomfortable. Shit.
I needed to fucking control myself. Granted, it had been a really long time since I had gotten laid, and it had never been fantastic. But my new, gay Night Watch partner and warden was not the answer.
Though he was a pretty, pretty man. I shot a glance at his wide shoulders as he poured water from a large jug into a cup. He was lanky and tall. I imagined, with a face like his, and his station, the girls of the village must go after him like crazy. It must drive him mad. I wondered if they knew he preferred men. And that hair! It was more like a mane! I wondered if it got in the way during a scrap…
I scowled at having gotten distracted. I was hardly in a position to meet new people to get my rocks off, nor did I really have the desire to. That left one option. I’d have to take care of things myself, to take the edge off. The only problem was that Andrew was supposed to be glued to me at all times. I’d just have to wait until the next time I was sure he was asleep. Hopefully we’d be sleeping with a fair amount of distance between us. The last thing I wanted was to horrify the poor man even further.
Notes
oh Eliza... i'm afraid you are mistaken. 'partner' may be a term for a same-sex partner in Merry Willows, but it's a generic term among the Wild Ones.
4/15/17