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The face of Dr. Monday shimmered, a strange magic that Gwen didn’t understand. Gwen supposed she may never know what Baron really looked like, but she had suspicions. Could see the flick of gold in his eye before another familiar face was staring back at her.
“Really?” Gwen huffed as she stared down at him.
“What?” Baron asked, his voice identical to Mrs. Han’s. “It’s familiar. I’m used to it.”
“Whatever, scooch. I have patrons to look after.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t gorge yourself on too much pity, Gwennie.”
“I won’t if you can keep yourself away from eating teeth, you weirdo.”
Mrs. Han’s laughter filled the stacks as Baron walked away.
Piki greeted Gwen the minute she walked through the door. His little feet pawed at Gwen’s boring shoes as she locked it behind her.
“Hi, Piki!” she grinned, kicking off her shoes.
She scooped the weird little dog up into her arms, making kissing sounds as Piki licked her cheek.
The bright interior boasted bold colors and neons that would most likely assault anyone’s eyes, but Gwen loved it. Having a condo—one Gwen could decorate—meant she didn’t have to abide by silly design rules. She went wild with colors, pushed bold designs, and let her creativity drive her. After all, the only place she ever had to be kind of ordinary was at work. And even then, Gwen pushed the boundaries of the dress code.
She still had gold and pink Christmas decorations up, less for celebration and more out of habit. Gwen was a sucker for a lot of holidays. And with the amount of spaceher newer place had, it was difficult not to be a little more extra.
Unlike her old apartment, Gwen’s condo had enough space for her to have her own office. A room dedicated entirely to her dolls and work. They weren’t much different from the dolls Gwen had crafted over the past years. More macabre than before, but still bright and colorful. The doll Gwen had made for Ambrosius was still sitting at her work desk. The dear was a funny thing. She liked to move around the apartment from time to time, scribbling notes for Gwen to find with suggestions for new outfits she wanted. Why, Gwen was certain she would start talking any day now.
Her work room wasn’t the only room Gwen was proud of. She finally had a bedroom with a closing door after a decade without one. Technically, it was a guest room, as Gwen had swapped the primary bedroom to accommodate her growing doll work. But Gwen had kept her bedroom ready nearly every night for when Ambrosius would eventually come home. Something Gwen couldn’t help but eagerly look forward to as she fed Piki.
“You have to be a good boy tonight, okay, Piki? No biting Ambrosius, he doesn’t like that, and I really don’t want to make you disappear.”
Luckily, Gwen’s sofa provided Piki with a rather large window. Piki often sat there, keeping a watchful eye on the neighborhood. He was an excellent little guard dog.
Speaking of…
Gwen glanced at her wristwatch and blanched. Shit, she needed to get moving. Gwen dashed to the laundry room, chucking her boring tweed into the wash, along with her underwear.
“Don’t peek at me,” she teased the fuzzy blue backed spiders.
They had made their new colony in her laundry room, as it was the only room in her condo without a window. They liked the dark, and Gwen hadn’t seen a fly or pantry moth since she moved in.
Piki was still gobbling up the liver she had left him as Gwen hurried to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Her bedroom boasted a large canopy bed with teal sheets and pillows, but not much else. Gwen had wanted her bedroom to have only two purposes.
Quickly, Gwen pulled on a bra. A cute, sheer rainbow thing with butterflies that covered her nipples. The panties matched, too, and Gwen had excitedly bought the coordinating thigh high stocking, which she slipped on. They were too cute and too colorful not to buy.
Reaching into her closet, Gwen pulled a cloak out. Unlike the abysmal table cloths the cultist had used, Gwen’s was high quality. After all, she made the damn thing herself. The cloak was a dark teal, but the interior was jet black. Not only was the material gorgeous, it felt good against her skin. The ribbon that Gwen used to tie at her neck a lot finer, too. Creating a nice opening at the front that showed off Gwen’s lingerie, but could easily be tied shut. A massive improvement compared to what the deceased cultist had.
“Now I just need to light some candles—”
As if someone read her mind, the candles around Gwen’s room lit at the same time. Gwen frowned, glancing around the room.
That wasn’t me so—
Hands.
Hands moved beneath her cloak. They glided across her back, her legs, her ass in slow, languid movements.Gwen shivered as the hands pushed through her arms, curling around her waist. Hands that rubbed her bare arms, that traced the curve of her breasts.
Gwen gasped as a hand came around her throat.
“Hello,my bittersweet. Did you miss me?”
Gwen grinned.
“Hi, Ro. Oh, I missed you so much.”
Ambrosius pulled Gwen against his body, his free hand settling comfortably on her lower stomach. Fingers gently circling the sheer fabric of her panties. He leaned over her shoulder, catching Gwen’s dark gaze with his own.
“I missed you, too, my love.”
The End.