Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Andy’s POV*

When I was greeted with the sight of Eliza in my washbasin, I had to remind myself of the consequences, should I not take things at an, err, leisurely pace. Eliza wasn’t even trying to be suggestive; she was vigorously scrubbing at a clot of blood and dirt on her knee with my pathetic sponge as she muttered to herself angrily. But that was part of what made her so beautiful- she was just authentically that way, it was effortless, whether she saw it or not. That I hadn’t seen it initially probably had a lot to do wither her having been covered in festering sores, not having bathed in however many weeks, and unabashed animosity. Eliza was nothing if not, uh, peppy in her outspokenness. Any man that thought her less attractive for being of hybrid descent was a fool. Eliza could probably break the neck of any Fae between her breasts, they were practically a celestial force. In fact, I wonder if she ever had…

I grinned as Eliza peeled a small piece of tissue off of her forearm, swearing about ‘dicks’ and something else, then artfully flung it some fair distance into a trash bin. I wondered if everyone talked like that in Merry Willows? Like, even in Council Meetings? I doubted it. So, where in the nine hells had she picked that up?

Oooh! Eliza bent to wash her ankles and feet- I liked that! My grin widened and I rocked back on my heels, pleased. It turned out that nights off were great! Oops, I must have made some appreciative noise. Shit- I’d been spotted!

Eliza gestured at me with the sponge, pointing with her soapy finger. “You’re oogling! It’s creepy!” I laughed. “Dammit, Second Officer, it’s no laughing matter! Now drop those fucking trousers at once and get naked! I need help with my back.” She gave me a look that made my pants feel even smaller. “You’re good at that, as I recall.”

“Yes ma’am! Second Officer to the rescue, never leave a subordinate without back-up!” Eliza groaned at my pun as I tittered. I whipped my clothes and boots off and ran the mantra through my head: Slow and deliberate-slow and deliberate-…

Forget about what could happen to me, I didn’t want Eliza to ever have a flashback again, especially not on my account. I wanted her to stay relaxed; see if I could help her heal somehow. If it meant a lifetime of sex on the bottom, so be it. Eliza was really good at it, that was hardly a sacrifice!

Eliza smirked at me as I stepped into the basin with her. “I see Big Johnny is happy to see me again! Just what does he think will happen here? I thought we were bathing?”

I bit my lip to calm down for a second and avoided looking down too far. Didn’t need any visions of soap bubbles cascading over curves for just a few moments. If she just didn’t touch or kiss me, I’d be all right. “Um, just ignore that, uh, for now. It’s involuntary, I’m sorry. You’re just… fuck, Big Johnny and I really like looking at you.” We both laughed.

Ah, fuck, before I knew what was happening, Eliza was kissing me, and she was scorching hot! Her soapy body slipped against mine, and I gripped her to me. I was desperately hungry for more of her, the feel of her, that contact, and I pressed against her urgently. For a few glorious moments, I felt her grip around me, just starting to tug teasingly. I came to my senses abruptly, and realized I had to close the floodgates, it was happening too rapidly again!

Unable to get enough control to disengage gracefully, I just pulled away, though I had the sense to at least reach for one of Eliza’s hands. She looked hurt and confused for a moment; I needed to be fast. “Wait! We can’t… No, I love you, Eliza! Give me just a second. You really, really get my pulse going, shit!”

I interlaced our fingers, kissed Eliza’s hand, and held it to my face. I was embarrassed to realize I was panting. I shook my head to try and clear it a little quicker, hearing Eliza chuckle.

I felt a flood of relief when she gave my hand a squeeze and smiled at me. “I’m sorry, Andy. I shouldn’t jump on you like a bitch in heat-“

I grinned, I couldn’t resist. “-Oh? But Big Momma said you make such a nice, solid bitch-“ I reached to squeeze a boob to demonstrate exactly how solid, and Eliza smacked my hand, passing me some water.

“Right now, Andy, you’re looking a trifle more solid than I.” Whose fault was that? Eliza raised an eyebrow and smirked at me, then actually flicked my bloody hard-on! I yelped, nearly losing my balance. It hadn’t really hurt that much, but she had surprised the devil out of me.

“Gahh! Ok, no more penis during bath time for you, woman! But, of course, you’re right. I don’t want any recurrences of last time. I was far too rough. Let’s just go nice and slow, ok?” Eliza nodded. “Now, if you give me the soap and sponge, I’ll get the back side of your wings, eh?” Eliza pouted a little, giving me the soap and sponge, it was cute.

I decided that washing Eliza was my new favorite hobby. Maybe I attached special meaning to it because of the day we had met, but I was pretty sure her being naked still played the key role.

Eliza had a lot more splatter on her right wing than her left, presumably because she was right-handed and had shorter arms than I did. I remembered she had stuck her arm in almost to the shoulder to fish Odhran’s heart out. As I happily soaped up Eliza’s bum, it occurred to me that it was a good thing Mairsil hadn’t been a mind reader. No one needed the mental image of their grandson having his heart torn out through the side of his chest.

Eliza was fussy, clearly wanting to get to sexy-time shenanigans, trying to rev me up with kisses, but now I was mentally prepared. I steeled myself against her charms and made her stand still and let me wash the blood out of her hair and clean off her horns.

Eliza demanded vengeance and wanted to bathe me, which made me nervous. We’d washed together yesterday evening, but I had powdered wings, and they were different from hers. If they got too wet, I’d have to wait until I molted until I could fly again. I didn’t do it very often in day–to-day life, but it came in handy in large-scale skirmishes. I’d only ever had Juliet actually bathe me before, other than my parents, when I was little. But Eliza surprised me by being very careful, more so than I was, really. She even insisted on doing my bloody hair, and I relented, though I had to lean over far enough I was afraid I would fall over. It made me glad that Eliza was a tall woman. If most women had wanted to wash my hair I might have had to sit down.

She had an extra-big smile as she washed the cream rinse out of my shaggy mess of hair when I peek around at her. “I love your hair. Just like a pony!”

I snorted as she mashed my hair to and fro, then closed my eyes to avoid getting water in them. What do you even say to that? “It needs a trim ‘round the sides, maybe tonight, we’ll see.”

“Or maybe a unicorn?” Eliza giggled to herself, ignoring me, rinsing one last time. “Oooh, can I braid it?”

I smiled. Was I a dress-up doll now? “Shouldn’t it dry first? You still have to teach me to plait. Do you like unicorns?”

Eliza grinned. “Of course! I love unicorns!” She went for an exaggerated sultry look and pinched my side, tickling me a bit. “I see your point, though. I’m sure you’re exhausted and need your sleep. Wouldn’t want your hair pulled back while you slept, might get a headache.” She winked at me.

“Does the Watch in Merry Willows have a Cavalry?” Eliza snorted.

“Are you fucking kidding? It’s fortunate that there’s a Watch at all, Andy. It’s growing, but a lot of it is young people.” She tried to reach for the drying cloth and couldn’t, her arms were too short. Her face turned pink as she bent over further. I could have just grabbed it for her, but watching was more fun. Of course, Eliza could have asked me for help, but, instead, I was getting an excellent view. I chuckled. Could not have been better if I planned it!

“Andy?” I watched Eliza’s hand come within maybe an inch of the towel, then watched her butt wiggle back and forth. Excellent.

“Hmm?” Eliza’s face was all flushed when she turned to look at me. “You too polite to fly indoors?” I stuck my tongue out at her teasingly with a smile, but regretted it instantly. Shit, I should have just handed her the towel!

Eliza made a face at me, then stretched her wings and flapped them once. Fae mechanics are odd, everyone knew that, that both physics and energy are interwoven, that every individual is different. I gathered Eliza generated a lot of power. Oops. I heard a few things shatter from the airstream as Eliza shot towards the ceiling, grabbing the towel on her way, then landed all the way over by the door, dripping water. I pointed at her, grinning. “Showoff! You broke shit!"

Eliza just smiled at me as she toweled off. “Andy, you’re all wet. I have the means to get dry. Come and get it.” I crossed my arms, thinking she was bluffing, but she cockily sauntered into the back room. With the drying cloth. Women!

Notes

so i totally had a dream that real-life Andy Biersack & CC were like: 'why have you not updated your fanfiction stories recently?'
i was like, 'dudes, it's fan fiction. my pets have been ill, and i had to drive really far to go see ne obliviscaris, the butcher babies, and cradle of filth. it was a super awesome show. besides, it really hasn't been that long.'

and they're like: 'but we miss reading your shit.'

i'm like: 'dudes, it seriously hasn't been that long, i'm sorry, i'll work on it, ok?'

so i woke up with the weird feeling like i told some of the guys in bvb that i'd work on my fanfiction. even though it was just a dream, i still feel like i told them i would. fucking dammit. (seriously, i hope i don't have dreams like that all the time, i have other shit i could be doing, hahaha!)

on a side note, check out two videos i took when i went to see cradle of filth (ne obliviscaris and the butcher babies were also there & were also awesome, by the way):

a pretty decent video of Cradle of Filth playing 'Nymphetamine' at the Showbox in Seattle on 2/23/16

a short clip of the Butcher Babies playing what I think is 'Igniter' at the Showbox in Seattle on 2/23/16