Lucy laid in bed with her head under the duvet, covering herself from the rest of the world. In her mind, the same thoughts played over and over again.

Moaning, heavy breathing...

And those eyes.

Eyes, normally big and light, now looked at her through heavy lids. before rolling back, showing their white. Scarlett who sat on top of the servant's dining table with her skirt and apron pulled up high and her bare legs spread while that man was doing scandalous things to her. His tongue at a forbidden place. Obscene!

Charlie was his name? That servant man that always stuttered?

"Ugh!" Lucy felt so many things at the same time. Was she jealous? Angry? Disappointed? And did Scarlett honestly smile at her? Right before she threw her head back and... "Or was it all just a dream?" Lucy whispered, questioning herself.

No. It wasn't a dream. It had all been very real. She had run away as fast as her bare feet could take her when she saw Scarlett and that man. The cold tiles of the castle floor, Lucy could still feel them against the soles of her feet. She had definitely seen it and not dreamed it!

~

The rest of the night, Lucy didn't sleep. It was morning now. She still laid underneath the sheets, when the door slowly opened with a squeaking sound, followed by footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap... In came someone walking, and Lucy recognized that walk all too well.

"Lucy..." Scarlett whispered. "Wake up, little Lucy."

For some reason, 'little Lucy' made the younger more agitated than she already was. Lucy pulled the sheets away from her face and glared at Scarlett with a look of irritation.

Scarlett let out a big sigh. "Aren't you going to talk to me anymore?"

"..."

"Lucy..." Scarlet said again, this time whiningly before she tickled Lucy's belly.

Stop that," Lucy said, trying to hold her laugh back.

Scarlett knew she was ticklish at that spot. "Not until you talk to me about what happened," Scarlett replied with her hands still squeezing Lucy's waist.

"I said stop." Lucy pushed Scarlett away from her until the maid fell off the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. She lay motionless with her eyes closed.

"Oh, God!" Lucy jumped out of bed to help the other. "Scarlett!" she said, kneeling beside the older. She rubbed over her cheeks but the woman didn't wake up. "Scarlett, please--"

Suddenly, Lucy was flipped over, making her the one to lay on her back and Scarlett hovered over her, caging her with both arms and legs.

"I'll only let you go if you aren't angry with me anymore."

"You tricked me," Lucy replied, annoyed but also relieved.

Scarlett's face was so close to hers. Why was it suddenly hard to breathe? And what if Scarlett could smell her morning breath? Oh, God! She hadn't brushed her teeth yet, so her maid shouldn't come so close to her.

"What were you doing in the servant's wing in the middle of the night anyway?" Scarlett asked, her breath fanning against Lucy's face. It smelled like the strawberries that she probably had for breakfast.

"I...don't know," Lucy whispered, turning her head in another direction.

"Looking for me?"

"I-I don't know."

Scarlett shifted her position slightly and her hips rolled against Lucy's, creating certain friction, and a certain heat that made Lucy's breath hitch.

"What you saw wasn't for your eyes to see, Lucy."

"I'm sorry."

Scarlett looked at every inch of her face, Lucy could tell. She felt the woman's eyes trace her nose, eyes, and mouth.

"No. It's me that's sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Now I've disappointed you, haven't I, little Lucy?"

"I'm not little."

Scarlett smiled. "I think you are. You're my little Lucy," The maid said, leaning in, pressing her breasts against Lucy's chest until they almost bulged out of her black maid's dress.

"...?"

"How about a bath?" Scarlett then suggested.

"A b-bath?"

"Hmm-hmm, yes."

~

Lucy felt her heartbeat pounding in her chest when Scarlett kneeled to let her step out of her nightgown. It was hard to keep breathing, let alone at a steady pace.

Scarlett walked to the bathtub and nodded at her naked mistress to get in, so Lucy dragged her feet over the floor, slowly walking to the tub. It wasn't the first time that Lucy would bathe with Scarlett in the room, but for some reason, it felt different now. It felt like this time it would be unlike all other times.

Lucy stepped in the water and laid herself down, waiting for Scarlett to wash her with a sponge, as the woman had always done, but it wasn't a sponge that touched her naked skin. It was something softer.

Hands.

"Relax," Scarlett said.

Lucy laid her head on top of the ridge of the metal tub and with wide eyes, she looked at the woman hovering over her.

Scarlett always sat behind her on a stool, leaning in to wash her.

"You're so tense... Relax, Lucy," Scarlett said as her hands started to wash Lucy's arms and shoulders. The younger could only gasp for breath and she shut her eyes tight, debating if she would tell Scarlett to stop. But she didn't say that word, cause she didn't want it to stop.

"You know you never have to be jealous. In all of this house, you are my favorite," Scarlett whispered as she rubbed the soap on her hands and washed her milady's hair.

Lucy stayed silent and liked the hands on her head. They were calming while the fingers pressed against her skull, making Lucy relax a bit.

This was just a bath, just like other times. Scarlett was her maid and she was there to take care of her, bathe her. It was alright.

"Don't you?" Scarlett asked when she got no answer. She then rinsed her hair.

"I know. And I'm...not jealous."

"Oh, I thought you were," Scarlett said, smiling. "Your hair is done."

"Ok." Lucy wanted to sit up straight. Whenever her hair was washed, she always sat up straight but this time, Scarlett didn't let her. She held her hands against Lucy's shoulders to keep her in the position she was.

Lucy obeyed and her heart started pounding faster again when Scarlett's hands caressed from shoulders to the neck and then to her breasts, brushing over her nipples for the slightest of seconds.

"...?" Lucy looked up and the familiar green eyes had never been so close before, as they were now.

"Tell me to stop or tell me to go on..." Scarlett said and she waited. Lucy weakly nodded. "Tell me," Scarlett said again.

Lucy swallowed. "Go...on-n..."

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