《Transcendence?》19. ~The cart before the horse.~
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***Norfolk, Sarn-Valley***
I am staring at Celestial. And she is staring at me.
No idea how it came to be that we have this staring contest but it just turned out like that after we arrived back at my mansion.
Strangely enough she didn't hit me after I tried to beach her. She just told me that we would talk later and then we didn't bother to talk with each other any more.
I was just about to go to sleep when the door opened and Celestial waltzed inside with a pillow and a blanket under one arm, closing the door behind her.
Right now I am lying in my bed while Celestial is sitting beside me with her pillow in front of her.
“What are you doing here.”
“Sleeping.”
“You have your own room.”
“Married couples sleep together.”
“We are no ordinary married couple.”
“You will have ~nightmares~ again.”
“That has nothing to do with you.”
“But sleeping with someone makes them go ~away~. And you were less grumpy recently.”
“I tried to beach you.”
“I lied to you so let's call it quits.”
“I still don't get your reason. Knowing you, you must have an ulterior reason for this!”
She starts to smile. “The nights are cold and lonely in this forsaken place.”
I turn towards the wall. “Whatever. I am too tired for this.”
But a hand grabs my shoulder and I am yanked onto my back. Then Celestial grabs my arm and stretches it to the side and hugs me while using my arm as a pillow.
“I am no...”
“Shut up!”
I shut up while I consider my options. I could go to sleep without nightmares. Maybe. Even I realized during our honeymoon that sleeping with someone seems to stop my nightmares.
I could throw her out of the bed and get slapped.
I could get a nice feel from her and get slapped.
I could leave the bed and get followed.
Option one still sounds as the most compelling one.
Then I look down at her sleeping face. She is a fast sleeper! It's somehow really relaxed now. Well. Probably it's better to sleep. Just a few days until the Ball of Fellmar.
I shouldn't be tired when I have to talk to all those idiots.
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*Slap!*
My eyes fly open and I look at Celestial who is sitting on top of me. It seems like it's early in the morning because it's still dark, but not as dark as it would be in the night.
I touch my burning cheek and focus on Celestial. “What's wrong with you?”
“It's bugging me!” She folds her arms and glares down at me.
“What's bugging you? And how am I at fault.” -Me
“It's our eighth night. Yet you didn't even try to touch me!” She stabs her index finger into my chest. “Is everything working properly? I start to fear that something is wrong with me.”
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“Hah?”
“Having a strange fetish is okay with me you know? I have seen the weirdest things so you can't creep me out.” She grabs my hand and places it on her well formed bust while placing her other hand on my forehead to feel my temperature.
Then she starts to move on top of me in a way that should probably be arousing. But I can't help it. This whole situation is creeping me out! What's wrong in her head!?
After getting no reaction she stops and folds her hands again. “Are you sure that everything is okay ~down there~?” She points down towards my groin.
I point towards her head. “Are you sure that everything is okay ~up there~?”
She stops to move and forms a fist while smiling. “Come again?”
“I just find it strange that's all. I don't understand your thoughts at all.” I pull the blanket higher to separate us.
Her expression drops. “I see. I see. You are one of that rare breed who prefer relationships with mutual feelings. Unexpected to find a guy like that in this world. But on the other hand you are reincarnated too. So you aren't really from this world.”
I shove her from me and get out of the bed. A few seconds later I have changed into my normal clothes and walk towards the door. Did I hurt her pride by not trying to do anything to her?
That's a funny thought in its own. So by doing nothing I frustrate her?
“Ascathon!”
I turn and look back to Celestial who is still sitting in the bed.
“I have decided! I will flip your switch!” She points at me with a confident expression.
While shaking my head I leave the room.
The rest of the day turned out to be really annoying. Celestial followed me on every step while taking notes on everything I did. Be it eating or working. I even had the feeling that she noted down all my facial expressions! At some point I even snapped and asked her what's that all about.
She just mumbled something about a medical record and psychoanalysis. Stupid. How does she intend to -flip my switch- by taking notes about my daily life.
Right now I am working in my lab while trying to make a simple lamp which can be used in my future greenhouses. At least Celestial is a little helpful by handing me some tools when I need them.
All those doctors and psychologists are just charlatans. How can you analyse the mind of someone without actually having a connection to it! It would require hundreds, thousands of years of experience for that!
Oh.... I turn towards Celestial who is scribbling in her small notebook. “Say Celestial. What were you doing in your previous lifes. You know.... as a hobby for example. You know... like me. I always end up researching physics, magic, maths and stuff like that.”
Celestial starts to gnaw at her pencil while thinking. “Most of the time I end up with biology, chemistry or medicine. But psychology is interesting too. I am not that good with magic or technology.” She gives me a meaningful grin and a shudder runs down my spine.
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*snap*
She closed her little notebook with force and walks for the exit. “I think I have enough data. We will see each other later.”
I watch her while she leaves the room. Should I make a run for it? Will she pull a strange stunt on me? Should I prepare an escape route?
I start to gnaw on a nail while I watch the magic circuit in front of me.
An hour later I leave my lab and walk towards the kitchen. I am hungry. But I find Violetta and Liandra at the door. “Hey, what's up you two? How are your studies going.”
“Big sis threw us out of the kitchen.” Violetta points inside and when I take a look I find out that my kitchen suddenly transformed into something like an alchemy lab!?
Celestial is standing with her back towards us in front of several brewing and bubbling pots. She is snickering while the room is brightened by light in different colours as the covers of the bottles are chattering up and down.
Witch!
That's the only thing which comes to my mind! She is a god damn witch!
I close the door silently and grab Violetta's and Liandra's hands. “We will eat outside today. How about the inn down the street? I heard that they have a few new recipes for seafood.”
Both kids are starting to shine while I walk down the corridor with them.
The city's food resources got a wider range since I started to build a big fleet of fishing-boats. Well, it isn't just my merit. Celestial has a hang for administrative work and her changes to my plans seem to further my goals.
So I didn't say anything against it. Though I would really like to know what's going on in her head right now!
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“Yawn...” Whoa... I am tired. The kids kept trying all sorts of food until I dragged them back home by force. I brought them to their beds right away.
Afterwards I inspected my kitchen but Celestial was gone. The kitchen was in order and clean. Nothing hinted at the strange scene I witnessed earlier today. It was disturbing! Very disturbing.
Aren't witches supposed to be messy, old and ugly little hags? I turn towards my bedroom to go to sleep.
Upon my arrival there I witness another strange scene. Celestial is lying on her belly in the bed and snores like a lumberjack. She wears really dangerous clothes which can be almost seen through!
Where the heck did she get those! Well, sorry. The snoring is destroying the atmosphere completely! She has a big box in both hands. Drugs? Well sorry. I surely won't eat anything you made after witnessing that scene in the kitchen.
I pull the blanket over her and lie down. “Good night.” I mumble while I drift off.
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*Slap!*
What!? Who attacked me!?
“You ignored me!”
My eyes focus on Celestial who is sitting on top of me. I take a deep breath and close my eyes again. “It's not hard to ignore a snoring muscle monster.”
“~Then how about this!?~”
A familiar godlike smell enters my nose and I open my eyes again. It's chocolate! God I love chocolate! And the smell is coming from the box under my nose. Chocolate is my favourite food! Oh how I hated this world when I found out that there are no cacao beans!
I lunge into the box and a piece of chocolate wanders into my mouth. Oh! How I longed for this! Twenty three years without chocolate! I think there may be even some tears in my eyes.
Then the memory from the kitchen strikes me like a sledge hammer! And it's the box from earlier! “You didn't poison it or something like that?”
“Why should I?”
Celestial sets the box aside. Then she leans down and presses her bust into my face. “Do you feel something?”
“No?”
I just have to think about your personality! That's more than enough! Take that hahaha....
“Sigh... It may take a little longer than expected. I didn't have the right equipment. Well, we will simply wait for a while.” She leans down on my chest while supporting her head with one hand and pouts while looking at me.
“What did you do!?”
“Just a little aphrodisiac.” She grins at me and I swear that I could imagine two horns sprouting from her head!
Then a shudder runs down my spine and I feel something moving between my legs. Damn! “I... If you would excuse me. I have to step out for a second.”
I wriggle out from under her and leave the bed.
“Are you sure you don't want me to ~help~ with that?”
By looking back I see her irresistibly writhing around on the bed and freeze for a second.
“You know. I already deduced that you are quite addicted to chocolate. I doubt that you could find anyone in this world who is able to create a substitute. Of course I could be your supplier. If... you... would make..... ~some~...... ~concessions~.” She picks a piece of chocolate and eats it while grinning at me.
Grah! Witch!
I turn and lock the door. This could take a while.
Then I rip the clothes from my body and mount her while pressing her down in the bed. She starts to answer my kisses and I lose myself in her embrace while our bodies begin to move on their own.
An eternity later I lie panting on top of her while we embrace each other. “That stuff is too strong. It felt like a heart attack.”
“I didn't want you to run off and relieve yourself.” She smiles under me while she starts to move again. “Can you go another round?”
“I still don't get why you are doing this.”
“~Sometimes you have to put the cart before the horse.~”
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