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Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

Andrew- beacon of social responsibility, hider of vomit behind the hedging

*Andrew’s POV*

After sitting and sulking long enough for my damned, knobby knees to start to hurt, I hauled myself to my feet. What a pathetic shell of a man I was! Whining like a baby at the first sight of a woman! Besides,if I had heard Eliza singing so discreetly to herself, then surely she had been able to hear me pitching a fit. Fucking dammit!

I brushed the dirt from my knees and kilt, scowling. The irony was that there had been endless opportunities to get my damned dick wet. Literally, the night Juliet had died, before I had even buried her, a dozen girls telling me ‘I didn’t have to be alone’ must have approached me. Apparently I had threatened to kill them if they didn't leave, I didn't really remember. Ronnie and Christian took turns trying to keep them away for days, until I had been able to handle them less explosively on my own.

I bent to pick up the splint. Luckily, even in my mule-headed rage, I had split it in the perfect spot. It should support Eliza's warm, leathery wing perfectly.

I just couldn't put my finger on one thing. Granted, I hadn't seen a nude woman in three years, but... I didn't feel like it should have gotten to me as much as it did. I was no teenager, after all. I mean, Eliza seemed like a good person, but I barely knew her, aside from that she was a criminal of some sort. And, frankly, I had never found such, an, er, substantial woman attractive before... Juliet had been very delicate in her proportions.

I thought about what Jake had said, and decided to go with it. If I still found myself so bizarrely taken by Eliza in a few days, after regularly tending to my newly awakened hormonal urges, and after spending more time with her, then I might… Well, I could… I mean, even though I was her warden, I supposed it was not out of the question to mention… What the fuck?!? Eliza had been attacked or tortured and I was thinking only about my dick and myself?

I punched a tree, composed myself, and then went to head inside. I noticed my vomit from earlier by the door and was instantly mortified. I hoped Eliza hadn’t seen it! I quickly grabbed a shovel resting against the side of the shelter, trying to be silent, and scooped it into some shrubbery. Some warden I was, the very beacon of responsibility. Dammit.

Notes

hmmmm... it seems to me that everyone needs to bust a nut as soon as Eliza's wing is set. agreed? i wonder how well that's gonna work out.


Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

I've waited right to the end to comment. I loved this so much. I love all the characters and if this site would let me vote loads, I would. I wish it were more like wattpad in that respect. I've read the first chapter of the next installment and I can't wait. I'm super excited.

xPockyCookiex xPockyCookiex
4/7/17

@Teja

yay! so glad you like it so far!

anathema anathema
3/26/17

@smutty pariah

*snorts at you* ;0)

anathema anathema
3/26/17

Yes, can't wait!

Teja Teja
3/26/17