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Warm dim lights stretch across the luxurious bedroom, the atmosphere holding its breath as if to wait for its owner to come back. No matter how many times String Cheese Cookie has entered the place, it still feels strange to not see the grandiose boss present. Ever since the maid was a timid young child, she had been assigned to the House of Lactose future master as her personal “maid”, both maid duties and not-so-maid ones. It is quite hard to believe that the green-haired actress is younger than her by two to three years, given how the woman often carries herself with maturity, grace and confidence. The blond maid feels like she has eyes and ears everywhere, the all-seeing and all-knowing air surrounding her always manages to loom over her head like an oppressing faint shadow. It does not help that the mansion in fact has cameras installed on every corner, except for the private chambers of course. Not that the feeling of being watched 24/7 is good, but it does not feel as horrid as it should have been, kind of comforting even.
“2 A.M already, she should have come back by now. Her schedule doesn't extend this late today…” The maid has finished all the required tasks, all that is left is to wait for her boss and help with her nightly routines. String Cheese Cookie is not exactly the most positive-thinking person, to no one surprise since she works for the Lactose Family. The worst conclusion the maid immediately thinks of is that the esteemed actress ran into troubles, accidents even. Not very likely, that woman is always ten steps ahead of everyone. Then why…
– …huh…?
Brie Cheese Cookie has already come back, her slender figure latched onto the door frame like she cannot even stand properly anymore.
– Boss…what were you doing? You're utterly wasted now.
As soon as String Cheese Cookie moves to her side, she latches onto her maid’s arm like she is holding her lifeline. Her long meticulously manicured nails dug into the blond’s skin, almost drawing blood from it. Her boss' strength is of course extraordinary, but she herself is no weak petite maid either. If anything, her pain tolerance is actually higher than that of her mistress, this is not much of a big deal. In an attempt to get the green-haired woman to loosen her grip, she uses her unoccupied hand to carefully caress her fist softly and gently. That action gets her a small whine out of the clearly drunken woman.
– Call me…by my name…Since when did ya start not doin’ that…?
– …
Tonight sure is strange. First the boss came back later than usual, now she is acting very unlike herself. It is, let's say, overly vulnerable? Informal and…cute- Oh dear witches, the maid herself is also being affected by the alcohol smell, why else would she think such inappropriate things right now?
– Let's get you into the bath first. If you want, I will make you a bowl of hangover sou-
Instead of holding onto one side of her personal maid, Brie Cheese Cookie slowly but firmly hangs both of her slender arms around the blond’s neck, trapping her in place. Her soft whimper follows her breath like sweet honey, shifting the atmosphere into something much more intimate.
– Why so eager to go away? …Ya hate me, don't cha? So heartless…!
She even sheds some tears down her cheeks while whining. The scene now looks like her maid is a cruel man who has severely wronged a maiden after their affair, what a tragic drama!
– What are you even saying, boss? You know that's not true, I'm wholeheartedly devoted to you. I swear on my life to forever commit to your words.
The two figures keep sluggishly swaying towards the queen sized bed. This whole experience tonight manages to occupy the bewildered maid’s mind completely, not noticing the “dance” they are supposedly having.
– What about ya heart huh? Does Strin’ Cheese Cookie love me?
Dear witches…
She has sworn to bury these futile feelings a long time ago. Not only are they inappropriate and unprofessional, but also because they are ultimately hopeless. She has stood alongside her magnificence since childhood, and even then the blond feels like she can never reach such a brilliant star. She belongs to a different mystic realm of glitters, gold and a golden throne. String Cheese Cookie should only hope to remain in the shadow, helping Brie Cheese Cookie complete her quest to conquer the world. She does not fit under the spotlights, nor is she deserving such.
That is what she should think; however, it is in a cookie’s nature to dream of fairy tales, after all. No matter how many times she tries to eliminate these feelings, her heart still yearns for the star. Tonight is a node that can change history, even if her boss is seemingly wasted right now. She can never betray her heart, just like how she swore to never part ways with her brilliance.
Looks like she is losing her mind too, daring to cross such a river. Here goes nothing…
– She is willing to serve her heart on a platter for her excellency, if that's what she wishes ….She, no, I do love you, Brie Cheese Cookie.
A smirk faintly appears for half a second on the green-haired face. It disappeared so fast it feels like it was not there at all, but nonetheless, it existed.
– Is that so? Heh…
The actress’ back hit the mattress in a thud. The blond’s instincts to protect her boss and herself result in one of her hands holding Brie Cheese Cookie’s nape, while the other arm supports their entire weight. She is now on top of her boss, towering the woman with their noses inches apart.
– Prove it to me…darling…
The arms around the maid’s neck narrow down, forcing their lips to be a breath away from touching each other. Her legs not so subtly wrap around the blond girl’s hip, claiming the prey as hers, while also nudging down, pushing their bodies closer together. The actress’ tongue tip kitten-licks the taller one upper lip in a teasing and playful manner. Both lower their intense gazes to the place of what-just-happened, the one on top blushing profusely. Brie Cheese Cookie’s inciting breath from her whisper completes the invitation for her personal maid to enter her paradise, a taste of heaven just for her eyes only.
– …Strin’ Cheese Cookie.
Gulps
Tonight will be an unforgettable one, she supposes.