“I think these might fit you,” she said, grabbing something from the bed and thrusting it at him. He took it from her and nodded his thanks before retreating into the bathroom, this time shutting the door behind him.
He quickly dried himself, toweling his hair and leaving it loose around his shoulders to dry. He then looked at the clothing she had handed him, holding them up. They were pants of a soft gray fabric. He shrugged and pulled them on, the fabric straining around his thighs, the waistband dipping low on his hips.
At least they’re comfortable.
He picked up the torch and opened the door, the beam of light from the torch shining in a long line against the very pink carpet.
Humans have very odd taste.
CJ was sitting on the bed, looking tiny, with her knees drawn up to her chest and the big tee-shirt pulled down over her legs. Her feet peeked out from the bottom of the fabric, her head lifting from where it had been resting on her knees. She blinked at him, eyes widening and mouth dropping open as she stared.
Domik looked down at himself, and then back up at her. “What?”
She squeaked, then cleared her throat before continuing. “Uh, nothing. Nothing at all,” she said in a rush, before sliding her legs free and jumping up from the bed. She backed away against the wall, her hands flat against the mirrored surface.
Domik could see himself in the mirror behind her, the contrast between their sizes stark. The shadows from the dim light gave him a menacing appearance, and he turned away.
It was bad enough that he was so huge; he didn’t want to frighten her. But she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, didn’t she?
You let no one truly know you, though.
He shook his head, the dark locks shaking slightly as he turned away.
“Those pants…” CJ’s voice was soft in the dark room as she trailed off.
“What about them?” He said over his shoulder, bending to open a cupboard door below what looked like a view screen attached to the one of the few walls that wasn’t covered in mirrors.
“They don’t really fit.”
Domik stood and turned toward her, tugging at the fabric that had stretched to its maximum around his legs. “Is there anything else?”
“No.”
“Should I go naked?”
“No!”
The trials of the day, being alone with CJ… he wasn’t sure exactly what possessed him to ask his next question. “The idea of me naked is that bad?”
She blanched, shaking her head slowly as he took a single step toward her.
“No, it isn’t? Or no it is?”
She swallowed. “Um…”
Domik let the smile he had been holding back for what felt like months lift his lips slowly. She was so adorably discombobulated that he couldn’t help it.
“Don’t worry, Clodagh. I’m not going to strip naked and wave my dick around.” He laughed at the thought.
She blinked at him. “Oh.”
His smile dropped as he stared at her in consideration.
Why did she sound disappointed?
He took another step closer across the small room, bringing her just outside of arm’s reach. His arms, not her much shorter ones. She would have to step toward him to touch him.
When he spoke, his voice was low, almost a growl. “Are you disappointed?”
