Faithful Setup

...Story By - A Friend!...

...Written By - TheRacoon...

...Edited By - A Friend!...

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Victor would never cheat on me.

And Aya isn't the type to lie…

However–I do think my idea is very, very appealing…

“Why don't we share him?”

I saw that Aya was confused with all of this. Who would've thought someone like me would be willing to share.

That's the beauty of things…

“What?”

Aya managed to blurt out over all of that confusion in her. Albeit her tone was, of course–suspicious AND wary so that was a plus.

She rarely cracks so it's a nice treat when she does.

But I placed my arms on my lap. Legs crossed, just kind of staring at her all with a smile on my face.

“Now… of course you can't, in a million years, be as good as me but, I am good at negotiations.”

I raised an eyebrow, while on the outside it's all; sunshines and rainbows. In actuality I wasn't testing her resolve, or seeing if she wouldn't buy it.

It's no biggie.

“...What's your catch?”

Ah–there it is! Lighten up a little. Not everything has hidden motives behind it. Well my has–but you get the picture!

“The heart of Victor is not one to simply admire from afar…”

“You scratch my back. I'll scratch yours.”

It's a simple arrangement all things considered. But the hard part is seeing if Victor is okay with this.

Oh well!

“This'll be our little secret. If you can win his heart, then I'll consider…”

I saw those pretty gears turning in her head. It took her a few seconds to be put in deep thought. I could tell because she put her hand over her mouth and looked away from me.

“By observation you aren't too fond of someone stealing Victor's affection… I may be your colleague but usually the person who tried that would be somewhere in a lake…”

Oh please, that was one time.

I'm more angelic then what meets the eye… and that was merely waterboarding!

Nothing too severe.

But I sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. I could feel her tense up at this although it wasn't so much out of fear as it was instinct. If I recall, her skin is sensitive. Even through fabric.

“Don't mind the specifics, look! I'm giving you this chance. Might as well take it!”

While I was trying to convince her. My ear perked up when I heard the front door open. Now I checked and that thing was locked so that would mean…

“Speaking of which… if you'll excuse me.”

I patted her shoulder twice and practically jumped out of Victor's bed. Scrambling to open the door to reach him in time.

She tried to stop me, however I wouldn't have my moment ruined by meaningless questions.

“Hey! Wait!”

It wasn't that long of a sprint but once I locked onto him I saw that his back was turned, to lock the door I presume.

But that couldn't stop me…

I extended my arms to the side and hugged him. It was only five hours since I hugged him so I was pretty much starved for human contact.

What can I say?

However–I did catch him off guard. Victor let out a slight gasp. But the fact I had to slightly struggle to wrap myself around his torso made it apparent who it was.

“Ah. Slow down. Just got home…”

Hm, he was definitely tired from work…

Can't blame him…

He only laughed it off, his voice alone making me relieved.

…

…

Fuck, he smells good.

…

I'm just going to forget the arrangement and–live in the moment~ Aya? Who's Aya?

Victor allowed me to continue hugging while he locked the door and stretched, his tone takes on something more playful.

“Well good to know you're okay… now, stay still.”

He didn't wait for my response, which I wasn't going to, when he gently removed my arms to stare right in front of me. Going in and carrying me quite easily.

At first I was slightly shocked that he had the energy to do this, although after, say–a second I quickly settled in his arms as he carried me like a bride…

“Bede. We should- …”

Aya walked out of Victor's door to presumably ruin my parade and talk more. But after seeing Victor carrying me so easily she quickly shut up.

Victor was… confused for a while before his face lit up.

Hehe…

“Ah! Aya. Didn't know you were around.”

He slightly jumped. Almost dropping me but I prematurely wrapped an arm around his neck so I wasn't that peeved about it.

What I was peeved about was Aya trying to divert his attention from ME.

Whatever. I just leaned to the side to rest on his shoulder, good compensation.

“I- uh… yeah…”

She backed away, just a step. I could see a small, very minor flush in her cheeks. Damn, this one's already in the gutter…

Well–she did technically try to steal a hoodie so, like more like a moth to a flame~

“That's fine, you wanna talk about something right? I can see it on your face.”

Hehe…

Aya looked a bit flabbergasted that Victor could identify her intentions, although that wasn't the whole story, isn't he cool for that?

Whatever–he started to move away from the front door and shortly after sitting on his couch in the living room.

Of course with me still being carried.

I saw Aya actually reconsider before taking a deep breath and sitting down as well. Albeit the distance maintained was…

Acceptable.

“Well… …Uh…”

She mumbled. Who knew the cool and mysterious Aya could turn into putty after seeing a man.

That's so… uncharacteristic.

“Good evening, Victor… I am here to discuss yesterday's bet.”

So much of her breath was lost because of her stuttering that I could feel the breeze from here.

And actually Aya tried to move closer to Victor. Even trying to reach for his hand but I had the foresight and gently kicked it.

Victor noticed it and patted my side. Looking uneasy because of me…

“Sorry, sorry. Keep your distance. He doesn't really like my friends, that's all.”

He's treating me like I swatted her hand away like a cat. Which I kinda did–though that's not really necessary, right?

For now–I continue to nuzzle on his neck because I haven't been able to do this today and frankly, that's wrong…

“So, the other day we made a bet and I won. Yes?”

Aya, in all her wisdom initiated.

I didn't know where they met up but I belive it's in the store Victor world at.

Victor raised an eyebrow–curious about this. Judging by that face he seemed to have lost…

“Yeah. What about it?”

Well that uneasy feeling was stomped down as quickly as it appeared. Moving me around his lap to make me more accomodated.

“As for my favor. I wish to interact with you daily… …alongside Bede.”

Huh, didn't expect that… big shocker.

Victor was skeptical, although I could tell he sees the witch as a friend so I'll be fine~

“Well. You shouldn't have to use a favor for that but, uh… yeah! Sure, why not.”

By all means, I'll allow her to at least try. And… I know how to a certain someone tick~

So I abruptly hop off Victor's lap. Which pained me plenty but this is for the mission. If you can even call it that.

If I recall, near the kitchen. Around all the peroxide and dishwasher fluid someone… has been breaking a promise.

Well obviously I didn't plant a camera, or scanner in the kitchen. I just sorta saw him open the cabinet and grab, the good stuff before scrambling and leaving.

It's cute when he tries to hide things from me… it's endearing…

Now–I won't scold him for this, although it has been getting out of hand.

Making it to the kitchen and opening a specific bottom cabinet. I rummaged through the items sprinkled in there. God knows my arm smelled like bubbles after that however…

I manage to find–and grab myself a bottle of beer.

About 800ml of the stuff…

He's been like this for a while, and honestly when he gets all pink in the face that's usually when I get the most excited.

Not in that way. But damn is it good…

So I grabbed the pretty little bottle. It actually was sorta bigger than my hands so I had to carry if by the top instead of the base of it.

It was kinda scary…

“Well, okay then! Tomorrow, right?”

I heard Victor having a well, and probably meaningful conversation with Aya. His tone had gotten softer when talking to her.

And… once I reached the living room, I saw Aya and Victor…

Being too close with each other.

Not in the touchy, touchy sorta way but just. Making small skin-to-skin contact and barely touching hands.

Normally this would seem… normal? I guess but with her intentions I feel like.

Someone's making the first move.

Good for her.

“I'm back…! Here ya go!”

Setting the bottle of beer in front, I saw the way Victor's… striking and attention seeking emerald eyes lit up like a child getting what they want.

“Huh. Where'd you get the drink?”

Of course he would ask. I'm not the type to blow money on drinks, although I would gladly do so if it would make him happy.

“Work stuff. They gave me a free bottle to go!”

I giggled a tiny bit. Hopping back on the couch. But not on Victor's lap this time, just at the opposite side where Aya sat. Now I'm back to looking at Victor.

“So… what's with the tomorrow stuff? Heard it when I was heading back.”

“Ah, it's a group hang out. We're just gonna hang around the city. You two are on paid leave, right?”

Victor responded. It seemed like he was gonna grab the bottle and drink straight from it but… his finger twitched when staring at the bottle.

…My face slightly softened at the sight of this. Watching as he retracted his hand and continued to hold a conversation with Aya.

“It’s getting a little late. Aya… why don't you head back? I'm pretty sure Victor here is tired.”

I secretly gave her a nod while pulling back the smug smile for a determined one. She understood what I meant and dusted her lap and stood up.

“Ah–yes… very well. If I may be excused.”

She cleared her throat while speaking in her usual–calm and no nonsense tone. But I was able to find hints of unease in it. Like she was scared about what's gonna happen tomorrow.

I pat Victor on the back as he slumped on the couch and waved her goodbye. However I was the only one who watched her walk out of the door.

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“I'm gonna change… don't peek~”

It's a little tease but it's natural for me. I stood up as well. Stretching my arms for a little bit before heading to my part of his apartment.

Quickly changing into my casual outfit, a black tank top with the only pair or gray pants I could find.

Sure it may be from Victor's but… I ain't complaining.

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I was about to check up on Victor again, although a ring from my phone said otherwise. Surprisingly Aya managed to either power walk to her house in record time or is texting while walking.

I saw that she was about to send a text my way… however said text was promptly deleted as decided to send me another text message.

“Talk. Pls.”

Was all that she could send. I huffed before sending a text her way at lightning speed.

Talk about… I don't know, text induced narcolepsy I could still message her faster.

“Hell ye. Any ideas?”

Hopping onto my bed to be fully immersed in this–presumably interesting conversation I was gonna have!

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