Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Eliza’s POV*

“Gay?!?” Andrew looked at me, exasperated, confused, indignant, and amused, all at once. The expression on his face was one of near-horror. “What in the nine hells made you think I was gay, woman?!?” He was gesticulating in a very animated fashion with his entire body. Apparently, Andrew was very passionately not-gay.

I, too, was frustrated. Here was a very, very sexy man. Andrew, the ‘gay' man had just professed feelings for me. Feelings that he had no idea I returned ten-fold, if not more. What the fuck? “Your partner, Andrew, Jules! And your, your ‘sword!’” I held my fingers up in quotation marks as I said ‘sword,’ hoping he remembered the conversation. “What about boning that bartender at the brothel? And the First Officer said so too! Even Sandra-”

This did nothing to clarify the situation. Andrew just looked even more confused and mildly offended. “-Juliet? What does she have to do with this? What are you trying to say about her? Are you insinuating I can’t be attracted to other women, just because my partner passed away, because that’s just fucked up! Or are you insulting her? You never even met her! You’re not speaking ill of my Dragonfly, are you?”

Holy shit! ‘ Juliet?’ Partner? I could see Andrew was getting worked up needlessly, starting to get genuinely irate and defensive. We could sort through specifics in a minute, but I didn’t want Andrew thinking I was insulting him or his dead lover, I had to clear that up immediately.

“No, never! Andrew, I thought your lover, Jules, I mean, Juliet, was male! I’m so sorry…” I sighed, and Andrew paused in his irritable tirade, not understanding, totally perplexed. “I’ve never heard the word ‘partner’ used for a significant other of the opposite gender. Where I’m from, in Merry Willows, it’s always a same-sex term. That’s how you referred to her, to Juliet, when we first met.”

Andrew looked at me, and I looked at him. A few moments passed. Then I saw him crack a smile, and before I knew it, we were both rolling on the floor in hysterics. “Ahhh, fuck, my sides, my sides!” “Shit, I know!” “Partner!” “Fuck!” “That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard!”

Still chuckling, I looked at Andrew. “But what about when you said your dick, you know, your ‘sword,’ wasn’t interested in women, Andrew?” His eyes bugged out.

“You dolt, that’s not what I meant! I was trying to flirt, for fuck’s sake, I’m rusty! I was trying to hint that I wasn’t interested in those other women, that I was interested in you. And you wouldn’t even look at me! So you decided that I was saying I was just really fucking gay?” He started hooting with laughter again, which made me laugh too.

“And the bartender at that brothel was a woman, Eliza! Shit! You think a guy tending bar would be good for business in a brothel?

“But, what was this about Blasko saying I preferred men?!? Why the fuck would he tell you that! He told me it was blatantly obvious to everyone that I was, uh, quite taken by you…” Andrew was starting to get indignant again.

“Well, now that I think about it, that’s not actually what he said, that’s what I took it to mean. He said, and I quote, that you were ‘immune to the charms of women.’ A lot like what Sandra said, I just figured they meant you were gay.” I grinned.

“Ah well, that’s totally different! I was just in mourning for Juliet. My heart was wounded, and the women who have been so diligently pursuing me only succeeded in irritating the shit out of me. So, what he said was true, I suppose, up until now. He was probably thinking about the types of girls like we saw in the Village today, especially like that first horrid, little cunt with the curly hair. They’ve been intently pursuing me in a very dedicated fashion, but I’m not interested in women who exclusively want to be attached to someone with a station, someone known for certain deeds, or well-kept at home. So, yes, I’m unmoved by the allures of those women, and those are the type of women who have been pursuing me doggedly with rabid fanaticism. So, in that sense, yes, I’m highly resistant to the frequently proffered seductions of women.” Andrew grinned shyly at me, looking a little embarrassed.

“I’m not immune, though. Your charms have completely bewitched me, Eliza. I can hardly think straight, I feel like an idiot. I am normally more functional. I promise I am actually a decent Second Officer and Watchman. I don’t usually remove the clothes of my subordinates during a training exercise, no matter how magnificent their breasts!” Initially I had blushed scarlet, but we both started laughing again by the time Andrew finished.

We were finally starting to wind down to occasional bursts of laughter, lying on our backs, wings stretched behind us, looking at the ceiling. We had to stop looking at each other, so we wouldn’t start in again on another laughing fit.

Andrew cleared his throat. “You know, I’m so gay, that I’ve been getting erections constantly every time I see you naked, sometimes just looking at you being cute and yourself. It’s driving me insane! I’m desperately trying to be respectful, and sensitive, and yet, there I am, getting wood, at the worst of times!”

“Shut up, are you fucking serious?” I giggled and smacked his leg.

“Absolutely! I thought maybe jerking off would help, but it hasn’t. Even Jake, you know, the First Officer of the Day Watch, suggested I choke a couple off to try and settle the fuck down. I hadn’t bothered in months, but I’ve shot two loads since I’ve met you already, because I can’t get you off my mind. Your body is finer than top-shelf brandy, Eliza!” Andrew grinned rakishly at me.

“That’s funny, I only saw you do it once.” I looked at him, biting my lip, both nervous and excited to see his reaction to my revelation.

Andrew was mortified, he covered his face with both of his hands as it turned scarlet. “You saw that!?! I’m so sorry!”

I decided that Andrew was too much of a gentleman to make a move on a subordinate. Dammit! I knew he wanted me, and I sure as fuck wanted him. I scooted over, so that I was laying next to him, propped up on my elbow, pressing against his side. He pulled his hands down a bit, just revealing his eyes, and peered up at me. I had, somewhat shamelessly, shoved my chest right by his face.

“Don’t be. It was hot, Andrew. I thought I was getting an eyeful of a sexy gay man having a personal moment.” I winked at him and gently caressed his chest with one hand, giving him goosebumps. “Did you see me?” I smiled and gave my best flirty look- not my forté, as I hadn’t exactly had a very healthy romantic or sexual history, but I gave it a go. The message seemed to be received.

Andrew dropped his hands from his face, and moved one over mine, on his chest. With the other, he very gently caressed my cheek. “Yes.” He licked his lips and his eyes skimmed briefly to my breasts as he gave my hand a light squeeze. I could feel his heart thundering under my palm.

I pressed closer against Andrew, wanting him, but still afraid, on some level, that his professed interest in me couldn’t be real. If Andrew didn’t want me, no amount of wanking could take care of the kind of desire I felt for him now. “Did you like what you saw?”

Notes

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:D (don't worry, there's definitely some rainbow unicorn shit in there)

just in case you are disappointed with the amount of unicorn/fluffy/emoness, i give you this to refer to:

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