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Looking at your own back in a mirror is not the easiest thing in the world to do, especially when said back is sore. Luciana twisted this way and that, trying to get a decent look at her healing back, heedless of her naked upper half. Sharenne kept hiding clothes from her, insisting that she not wear anything, and today was the first time she had been allowed anything to wear, even if it was a rather loose toga-like affair in admittedly the softest cloth she'd ever felt. Still, she felt ....unsettled, being kept naked in the house of the man to whom she belonged now, whether either of them truly wished it or not.
"See, you'll be right as rain very soon." Sharenne walked into the room and held out a golden belt for Luciana. "This might go well with that sheet that you're wearing." Her smile was as broad and sunny as a new morning. "The Mister has been gone for a few days, but he said he'd be back today."
Luci smiled at Sharenne. She'd become quite attached to the chatty, bubbly girl in the last couple of days. "I wouldn't have to wear a sheet if you'd given me clothes," she pointed out with a playful laugh, pulling the sheet in question up over her torso and securing it with the belt Sharenne gave her. "Is my back truly healing well" It does not hurt so very much except when I move awkwardly now."
"Clothes are for when the scabs heal." She gave a cheerful smile and wandered over to the dresser. A silver mirror was snatched up and she brought it over to Luciana. "Here, look for yourself." She adjusted the mirror behind Luciana so that she could see that the scabs had almost healed and all that were left were bright pink lines criss crossed across her back. The scars from before were already gone. "See?"
She couldn't quite believe it, her jaw dropping open with a happy gasp of amazement. "How -" Sharenne, you are a gift from the gods!" Luci leapt up and hugged the girl, laughing happily. "I never thought I would ever be free of the marks my father left on me!"
She hugged Luciana tightly and then leaned back, stepping away. "Gift from m'mum, not the Gods." She giggled and brought her hands to her mouth. "M'mum's a white witch, and taught me a lot. But I'm still learning. And Mister is going to be so pleased. He really cares so much for you."
At this mention of the master of the little house, Luci's smile faded, and she released Sharenne, turning away in an attempt to prevent the girl from seeing her confused apprehension. Even after their talks on the subject of love - Sharenne talked, Luci listened - she was still uncertain of herself, and had hoped to put off even glimpsing Cesare for several more days yet.
As Luciana turned away, Sharenne's smile faded into a look of concern. "What is it?" She gently lay her hand upon Luciana's shoulder. "You're still not doubting Mister's intentions, are you?" Her mouth bowed into a slight frown. "I wouldn't lie to you about such things, dear. He does care, very much."
She glanced over at Sharenne with a half-decent attempt at a reassuring smile. "It is myself I doubt, Sharenne," she assured her new friend, patting the hand on her shoulder gently. "Since my mother's death, I've known nothing of love, and even less of what I am expected to be in my heart to a husband. I will not be a favourable addition to his household, I am sure of it."
"There, there." She smiled again, just as bright and cheerful as ever. "Do what your heart tells you to do," she urged with a gentle squeeze to Luciana's shoulder. "Mister already knows you, and how mischievous you are. If that didn't scare him away, nothing will."
"Nothing will what?" Cesare appeared in the doorway. Debonair and dapper as always in his black Armani and dark curls slicked back just so. "Sharenne, please give us a few moments?" He smiled charmingly for the girl.
Sharenne jumped slightly at the voice behind her. Bright red blooms on her cheeks as she quickly dropped her hand from Luciana's shoulder. "Yes, sir, as you wish." She bowed quickly and rushed past Cesare.
Looking at your own back in a mirror is not the easiest thing in the world to do, especially when said back is sore. Luciana twisted this way and that, trying to get a decent look at her healing back, heedless of her naked upper half. Sharenne kept hiding clothes from her, insisting that she not wear anything, and today was the first time she had been allowed anything to wear, even if it was a rather loose toga-like affair in admittedly the softest cloth she'd ever felt. Still, she felt ....unsettled, being kept naked in the house of the man to whom she belonged now, whether either of them truly wished it or not.
"See, you'll be right as rain very soon." Sharenne walked into the room and held out a golden belt for Luciana. "This might go well with that sheet that you're wearing." Her smile was as broad and sunny as a new morning. "The Mister has been gone for a few days, but he said he'd be back today."
Luci smiled at Sharenne. She'd become quite attached to the chatty, bubbly girl in the last couple of days. "I wouldn't have to wear a sheet if you'd given me clothes," she pointed out with a playful laugh, pulling the sheet in question up over her torso and securing it with the belt Sharenne gave her. "Is my back truly healing well" It does not hurt so very much except when I move awkwardly now."
"Clothes are for when the scabs heal." She gave a cheerful smile and wandered over to the dresser. A silver mirror was snatched up and she brought it over to Luciana. "Here, look for yourself." She adjusted the mirror behind Luciana so that she could see that the scabs had almost healed and all that were left were bright pink lines criss crossed across her back. The scars from before were already gone. "See?"
She couldn't quite believe it, her jaw dropping open with a happy gasp of amazement. "How -" Sharenne, you are a gift from the gods!" Luci leapt up and hugged the girl, laughing happily. "I never thought I would ever be free of the marks my father left on me!"
She hugged Luciana tightly and then leaned back, stepping away. "Gift from m'mum, not the Gods." She giggled and brought her hands to her mouth. "M'mum's a white witch, and taught me a lot. But I'm still learning. And Mister is going to be so pleased. He really cares so much for you."
At this mention of the master of the little house, Luci's smile faded, and she released Sharenne, turning away in an attempt to prevent the girl from seeing her confused apprehension. Even after their talks on the subject of love - Sharenne talked, Luci listened - she was still uncertain of herself, and had hoped to put off even glimpsing Cesare for several more days yet.
As Luciana turned away, Sharenne's smile faded into a look of concern. "What is it?" She gently lay her hand upon Luciana's shoulder. "You're still not doubting Mister's intentions, are you?" Her mouth bowed into a slight frown. "I wouldn't lie to you about such things, dear. He does care, very much."
She glanced over at Sharenne with a half-decent attempt at a reassuring smile. "It is myself I doubt, Sharenne," she assured her new friend, patting the hand on her shoulder gently. "Since my mother's death, I've known nothing of love, and even less of what I am expected to be in my heart to a husband. I will not be a favourable addition to his household, I am sure of it."
"There, there." She smiled again, just as bright and cheerful as ever. "Do what your heart tells you to do," she urged with a gentle squeeze to Luciana's shoulder. "Mister already knows you, and how mischievous you are. If that didn't scare him away, nothing will."
"Nothing will what?" Cesare appeared in the doorway. Debonair and dapper as always in his black Armani and dark curls slicked back just so. "Sharenne, please give us a few moments?" He smiled charmingly for the girl.
Sharenne jumped slightly at the voice behind her. Bright red blooms on her cheeks as she quickly dropped her hand from Luciana's shoulder. "Yes, sir, as you wish." She bowed quickly and rushed past Cesare.