Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Andrew’s POV*

What the deuce was I going to do? Clearly I needed to spend some time alone with my nether regions. I hadn't had any idea I was so... er, malcontent.

While it was true I hadn't seen a naked woman in three years, much less, um, assisted one in bathing, or massaged one’s, er, body, for therapeutic purposes, of course; Eliza was severely injured, suffering from some kind of terrible mental trauma, and a criminal! She was my charge, and it was despicable that I had allowed myself to become aroused in this situation. I was ashamed.

I poured two cups of water from the jug and decided I would suggest a nap after setting Eliza's wing and finding her some clothes. I could set her up in Juliet's old hammock; Juliet had rarely slept in it anyway. Hopefully Eliza would doze off, and I would have enough time to alleviate this newfound, pressing hormonal need before Watch tonight.

This whole 'together 24/7' thing had some serious repercussions. I ran my hand through my hair before deciding to give up on trying to visualize the stupid loaf of bread; it hadn't worked, clearly. It was no match for Eliza's formidable breasts when I hadn't beaten off in a seeming millennium. I'd just have to get her in some clothes as soon as possible.

Notes

it seems the square, cold, moldy, stale loaf of bread was a fail. shame!