All good things come to an end. It was an idiom Mila now understood better than ever. She had been content to let Isabel get her sleep. Her girlfriend had quickly fallen asleep once given the chance.
It was so cute how Isabelâs locks of hair kept finding their way to her mouth and how she munched on them.
Mila had basked in the warmth Isabel radiated and enjoyed the soft press of her girlâs athletic body. Isabel had not let her go even in sleep, and Mila had been âforcedâ to enjoy touches of some of the more personal spots when her girl moved.
Unfortunately, Milaâs entertainment had been ended prematurely. The healers had imagined she would need a check-up and perhaps a meal.
While, yes, Mila was hungry and did need to attend lavatory, she could have waited longer. Alas, the two bufoons barged into the room uninvited. They raised a ruckus by wanting to poke her some more while doing diagnostics.
It had inventibly led to Isabel waking up. In her embarrassment for being seen, she had jumped out of bed. She then started to apologise to the healers for not calling them sooner.
Not that Mila needed them. She was fine⦠Mostly. And the healers agreed. While Isabel left to get the meal ready, Mila had to listen to one of the men pour a list of doâs and donâts on her head.
When they finally left and Isabel returned, Mila was ready to move. Not that she could do it on her own without enduring pain. But with Isabelâs help, she did just fine, didnât break a sweat and definitely didnât blithe the inside of her cheek to not whimper.
At the lavatory, Isabel had blushed furiously and, with stuttering, offered to help Mila take care of her needs.
âWaitâ¦â Mila narrowed her eyes. âWho dressed me while I was unconscious? And my other needsâ¦?â
âN-not me!â Isabel immediately defended herself. âT-that's insulting. I wouldnât take advantage of you like that! There is this old lady who does that. Iâll introduce her later, okay?â
Mila was about to move on. After all, Isabel had proved herself before by not doing anything while Mila slept⦠But the way Isabel hurried to explain her innocenceâ¦
âIsabel,â Mila stopped before entering the lavatory. âWhat did you do?â
âN-nothing!â Isabel desperately shook her head. âIt was nothing! A-and we are dating now! S-soâ¦â
âExplain.â Mila's look seemed to shrink Isabel. The taller girl tried to avoid Milaâs eyes fruitlessly.
âAhahaâ¦â Isabel twirled her fingers, then realised it made her look guilty and hid her arms behind her back. âI-it was just a touch⦠Just for a moment. You were looking so cute, and Iâ¦â
âWhere?â Mila wasnât mad, per se. She knew just how hard it was to keep her hands on their best behaviour. Just minutes ago, she had suffered through a similar situation. If her hands were more mobile, it was possible Mila would have failed to control her baser instincts.
âJust a bitâ¦â
âIsabel, I am not angry.â Mila sighed.
âYou,â Isabel tilted her head. âArenât?â
âShould I be?â
âWell, maybe?â Isabel was thinking hard. âI mean⦠It isnât right and all that, right?â
âAre you trying to argue yourself into trouble?â Mila teased. âBecause I have a punishment or two I would like to use on you.â
âNo?â Isabel sounded unsure. âIs this a trap? It sounds like a trap.â
âNot a trap.â
âJust for the purpose of discussionâ¦â Isabel licked her lips. âWhat kind of punishment are we talking about here?â
âOh, wouldnât you want to know?â Mila tried to lift her hand but realised it hurt. It was very regretful she couldnât freely caress her girl. âHmm, Iâll leave it to your imagination. For now.â
Upon hearing Milaâs words, Isabel stared into the space, her eyes glossy.
Mila smirked. She still got it. At least that was going for her. âOh, where have your thoughts wandered, my dear Isabel?â
âWhat?â Isabel jumped. âHuh?â
âSo,â Mila pushed on. âWhere?â
âB-buttâ¦â Isabel looked at the ground and confessed.
âJust-â
â...and breasts⦠Just a poke.â
âWell-â
âAnd tights⦠And faceâ¦â
Mila was speechless. âIs there a place you didnât touch?â A question slipped past her lips in surprise.
Isabel looked glanced at the spot below Milaâs tummy.
âW-well, thatâs good, I guess.â Mila tried to calm her racing heart. It wasnât a bad feeling to be so desired. Was it wrong? Probably. Was she enjoying it? Yes, a little too much.
The idea of Isabel leaning over her and having her wayâ¦
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Mila coughed to mask her sudden fantasies. âYes, well, it seems like we need to clarify boundaries.â
âYesâ¦â Isabel wilted. Her shoulders sagged, and her face fell. âI am sorry⦠Reallyâ¦â It was clear she was regretting her actions greatly.
âS-soâ¦â Mila couldnât believe what she was about to say. âSo, I allow you to touch me freely.â She was definitely blushing.
Isabelâs eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she breathed in a large gulp of air. âWhuuatt? She articulated her thoughts precisely.
âYou heard me.â Mila prepared to escape. This was too much even for her. âI am not going to repeat. But in exchangeâ¦â She failed to keep her expectations in check. Her heart tried to climb out of her mouth. âIf you take this offer-â
Isabel nodded wildly, her glossy, brown hair shaking along.
âG-good. Then Iâll expect the same in return.â Mila stepped inside the lavatory.
For a moment, Isabel continued to nod before realising what Mila had suggested. âWait, what?â
âY-you already agreed!â Mila hurried to close the doors. She left a little gap to let her voice through. âA-and you can refuseâ¦â She realised it didnât sound like her. Realising her blunder, Mila hurried to correct her choice of words. âOf course, it is only proper we have an equal exchange. If you wish, you can refuse, but will you? Will you let the chance to touch my hot, bothered and needy body go by?â
There was a strangled sound. Isabel choked on her saliva. âOKAY!â She managed to answer far too loud.
Mila shut the doors and let her body collapse against them. She pressed her forehead against the wood to let herself cool down. How the conversation had gone was a surprise even to her.
Had she been too bold? Yes, definitely. Mila groaned, and not only from the pain her body gave her. âWhat a glorious disaster.â She whispered.
Only time will tell how this will work out. Mila blamed the lack of opportunities to release her sexual tension. After waking up to see her love, after what seemed like forever in the dreamscape worrying and training, she was pent up. âUhâ¦â She pushed herself to move. âI hope Isabel doesnât think less of me nowâ¦â
Upon exiting the lavatory, Mila cautiously looked at her girlfriend, wondering if the moment of quiet without her would have changed Isabelâs thoughts on the matter.
It really worried Milaâ¦
And the worry proved to be pointless.
Isabel was drolling while looking at the wall. With her flushed cheeks and heavy breaths, it appeared she was too interested in exploring her girlfriend's body.
Mila didnât know how to feel about it. Which one of them was the hornier one? Before this moment, Mila had thought it was her, but now? âHey, Isabel?â There was no answer. âAre you still here?â
âAhah.â
Despite the answer⦠Or what sounded like an approximation of one, Isabel was still unmoving. âI need help, remember?â Mila reminded.
That snapped Isabel out of her fantasies. âUh, oh, on it!â She hurried towards Mila, her gaze lingering on certain spots of her girlfriend.
Mila could only shake her head. Under her breath, just so Isabel couldnât hear, she whispered. âI am not going to regret this, right?â She let Isabel support her.
For a moment, Mila expected Isabel to cup a feel, but it didnât come. Now that she had to support Mila, her gaze had returned to being mostly pure. She was more concerned with her girlfriend's well-being.
Letting her slight disappointment go, Mila let her be led towards the canteen. Isabel kept asking if Mila wasnât hurting too bad and even offered to carry her.
Which Mila refused. While the offer was tempting, the stiffness of her body wouldnât leave by her just being a log. She needed to move somewhat. The healers might disagree, but the constant thrum of Milaâs injuries kept her thoughts honest.
Besides, there were other things to worry about. Mila tried to think of all the things her failure had messed up.
First of all, they still needed the map. Even if Tiff and Kefo had met their ends, Mila wanted to give Isabel and Andrew closure regarding their friends. They might blame themselves for not moving faster, but it was better than not knowing their fate at all.
Second, Mila needed new equipment. Naran would likely oblige. Her taking out Brandy was likely a large boon to the man.
And thirdly - Mila wanted to know what was the result of her slaughter. She had helped some people. How did they fare?
Then there was⦠âMortimer.â She greeted the man. He was sitting at the table in the canteen with Vatim and Kanna. âVatim, Kanna.â She also spotted Andrew in the farthest corner, together with Cecilia, who was passionately talking with her friend.
âUh, oh, hello.â Mortimer awkwardly greeted her. He looked like he wanted to be in any other place but this. âNice weather today, isnât it?â
âI wouldnât know. I have been asleep for a while.â Mila let Isabel sit her down. Her girl then left to grab a lighter dish for her. âI am glad to meet you here.â
âHaha, yes, well, Kanna wanted us toâ¦â Mortimer furrowed his brows. âI am actually not sure.â
Mila leisurely looked at the girl, who quickly averted her eyes. âBe as it may, I wanted to apologise. I am sorry for not being able to fulfil my promise of getting the painting for you.â
Mortimer sighed. âThatâs okay. I tried anyway after you⦠You know⦠But⦠I donât know what Helly thought when she gave me the task. When I got to the house, it was crawling with Guards. Helly probably got someone else to steal that painting. Besides⦠I canât afford to risk my life now. Not for something so pointless.â He looked at his newly acquired wards. âWe will likely have to leave the town.â
Kanna looked worried while Vatim just grimly studied the table surface. They had already run from somewhere to come to Stilag. Now, they had to do that again.
âItâs not all bad.â Mortimer tried to find something positive. âWe can leave the bad memories behind, right kids?â He tried to smile.
â...I am not a kid,â Kanna muttered but didnât argue against his point.
âWhat about your dadâs stuff?â Vatim asked with the innocence only a child could, and Mortimerâs smile turned forced. Despite what everyone else thought about his father, he had been treated well by him.
âThatâs not important.â Mortimer lied. âWe just have to get you two to safety.â
Isabel returned with a bowl of soup. âNo meat. You need something light on your stomach.â
âAs you wish.â Mila readily received the food and began to eat. The taste was amazing. However, she suspected dirt would taste good as well, with how hungry she was. Perhaps not, but the soup was still tasty.
âYeah, about that⦠I know I said Iâll help with the map, butâ¦â
Mila slowed down. â...But?â
âY-you didnât get the painting andâ¦â Mortimer began to heavily sweat. âAh, so⦠Maybe⦠Um, never mind.â He withered under Milaâs stare.
âNo, go on.â Isabel helped the man. âWhat did you want to say?â
âI-I mean, can youâ¦â Mortimer took a deep breath. âCan we leave with you? We need protection andâ¦â He avoided looking at Mila and Isabel. âAnd you both are strong⦠Until we reach a place where we can stay.â
âN-â Mila started.
âMaybe?â Isabel cut her off. âWe need to talk about this first. Andrew included.â
Mila frowned. She didnât like this. But she had messed up. It was just another consequence of her failure.