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pressed on the catches hidden underneath her spine panels they all spun, causing the armour to baulk outwards before separating in half.
Alice placed the front half down by the shoulder plates and Jonathan put the back section next to it. After that, it wasn’t difficult to get her arms and legs free. She sat down on the bed and sighed tiredly.
Jonathan stood in front of her, placing his hands delicately upon her bare shoulders and caressing them gently. She reached up and placed her hands on top of his; whatever he was doing was so relaxing. Suddenly, she realised with a jolt that she was only in a strapless white bra and underpants. Alice looked up and saw the desire in Jonathan’s handsome purple eyes. She flinched away, blushing heavily.
“A little privacy please?!” she shouted.
He blushed as deeply as Alice was, and moved away. Cleary embarrassed, he apologised thoroughly and left the room.
Alone, Alice sighed again. She couldn’t believe how easily she’d forgotten herself. It was like she had been caught up in a current and drifted naturally along without thinking.
The bathroom was antiquated but had all the regular comforts of a modern one. The bathtub was big and copper coloured, and being used to showers she felt like baths were a nice treat, so she turned the taps on full pelt and let it fill up with very hot water. Dealing with the Freaks always made her feel dirty, not to mention what had almost just happened with Jonathan.
Alice sank in the pleasant bath and exhaled happily before lowering her face beneath the hot water. She scrubbed the blood off the back of her head and emerged again, resting her head against the tub.
As she washed, she thought about Jonathan. How could she be so careless as to let a Supernatural of all people get so close? Alice prided herself on being a virgin – her duty and her faith had always come first – but then her Twin Goddesses had turned out to be twin Archmages who’d resisted Omniosis back in the times before time. She often had to remind herself that her religion wasn’t entirely correct. Her upbringing had been so devout and pious, and it seemed like madness to question or doubt it, but the facts were the facts. She wondered how many other things she could be mistaken about.
Her thoughts wandered back to Jonathan. The way he looked at her, the look of longing and passionate desire clear on his handsome face… how could he look at her like that? Alice knew she was far from ugly, but she wasn’t anything special either. She was definitely no Cherriesa; that was for sure. She looked down at her naked body and cupped her breasts after she’d washed them. They were a good handful in size, and she thought that her dark brown nipples were quite pretty. Maybe that was what he liked about her? But then there were plenty of girls with bigger busts out there. Alice kept in very good shape, a drilled in habit of a militaristic upbringing, so her stomach, legs and backside were well toned. Was that what he liked?
Alice slammed her fists into the water, sending splashes out of the sides of the bath and onto the bare stone floor. She was so angry at herself. Why was she so obsessed with this line of thought? It seemed odd now, but she had never really thought of herself as a woman before, except for the butterflies she used to get in her tummy when she’d talk to the old Autocrat Edgar Aurelius II, Goddesses bless and guide his soul. And now she was picking apart her looks because some half sophisticated, half cheeky Mage wanted to bed her? Alice shook her head. No more. She wouldn’t let herself think a second longer about the matter.
Scrubbing herself harshly, she forced her mind onto what the Trinity wanted. A trip to the Gloom spelled great danger for her, what with Winston’s crafty alliance with the evil puppet-things. Why the hell couldn’t they send one of the other Book Wielders? Flicking through her book every now and then and being able to negate the
Alice placed the front half down by the shoulder plates and Jonathan put the back section next to it. After that, it wasn’t difficult to get her arms and legs free. She sat down on the bed and sighed tiredly.
Jonathan stood in front of her, placing his hands delicately upon her bare shoulders and caressing them gently. She reached up and placed her hands on top of his; whatever he was doing was so relaxing. Suddenly, she realised with a jolt that she was only in a strapless white bra and underpants. Alice looked up and saw the desire in Jonathan’s handsome purple eyes. She flinched away, blushing heavily.
“A little privacy please?!” she shouted.
He blushed as deeply as Alice was, and moved away. Cleary embarrassed, he apologised thoroughly and left the room.
Alone, Alice sighed again. She couldn’t believe how easily she’d forgotten herself. It was like she had been caught up in a current and drifted naturally along without thinking.
The bathroom was antiquated but had all the regular comforts of a modern one. The bathtub was big and copper coloured, and being used to showers she felt like baths were a nice treat, so she turned the taps on full pelt and let it fill up with very hot water. Dealing with the Freaks always made her feel dirty, not to mention what had almost just happened with Jonathan.
Alice sank in the pleasant bath and exhaled happily before lowering her face beneath the hot water. She scrubbed the blood off the back of her head and emerged again, resting her head against the tub.
As she washed, she thought about Jonathan. How could she be so careless as to let a Supernatural of all people get so close? Alice prided herself on being a virgin – her duty and her faith had always come first – but then her Twin Goddesses had turned out to be twin Archmages who’d resisted Omniosis back in the times before time. She often had to remind herself that her religion wasn’t entirely correct. Her upbringing had been so devout and pious, and it seemed like madness to question or doubt it, but the facts were the facts. She wondered how many other things she could be mistaken about.
Her thoughts wandered back to Jonathan. The way he looked at her, the look of longing and passionate desire clear on his handsome face… how could he look at her like that? Alice knew she was far from ugly, but she wasn’t anything special either. She was definitely no Cherriesa; that was for sure. She looked down at her naked body and cupped her breasts after she’d washed them. They were a good handful in size, and she thought that her dark brown nipples were quite pretty. Maybe that was what he liked about her? But then there were plenty of girls with bigger busts out there. Alice kept in very good shape, a drilled in habit of a militaristic upbringing, so her stomach, legs and backside were well toned. Was that what he liked?
Alice slammed her fists into the water, sending splashes out of the sides of the bath and onto the bare stone floor. She was so angry at herself. Why was she so obsessed with this line of thought? It seemed odd now, but she had never really thought of herself as a woman before, except for the butterflies she used to get in her tummy when she’d talk to the old Autocrat Edgar Aurelius II, Goddesses bless and guide his soul. And now she was picking apart her looks because some half sophisticated, half cheeky Mage wanted to bed her? Alice shook her head. No more. She wouldn’t let herself think a second longer about the matter.
Scrubbing herself harshly, she forced her mind onto what the Trinity wanted. A trip to the Gloom spelled great danger for her, what with Winston’s crafty alliance with the evil puppet-things. Why the hell couldn’t they send one of the other Book Wielders? Flicking through her book every now and then and being able to negate the
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