Nursing a demon [Erik, Uzaeris], one-shot
POV: After encountering five Incubi brothers in her manor’s lobby and being kissed by two of them only to prove a point, MC still decides to help them regardless, treating to their injuries and giving them shelter for the time being.
"Meeting five strangers the first time you step into your house can't possibly be easy to take in but, claiming to be something of fiction, is even harder to digest. You had to be really open-minded to accept such an explanation, and not everyone had one.
After Sarah's very first kiss being taken away from her in the most unnatural act, she couldn't help but feel the anger flaring under her skin and the embarrassment crawling up her neck. Staring at the brunette's emerald eyes, the girl struggled to slap him and, kick him in the family jewels as a bonus, that certainty would bring her some satisfaction. Contrary to what one might think, yes, she was feisty, but she wasn't the type of girl to usually go that far though he deserved that and much more. His conduct towards her was being very disrespectful considering they had just met.
But, before things could escalate any further, she was snatched from the short-tempered guy and brought into another man's arms. The gingerbread man was more self-possessed and seemingly less straightforward than the brunette, but that was an overstatement. He was the most beautiful man she's ever seen. Everything about him was mesmerizing. He had the most captivating of eyes, a rare set of irises - a violet shade blended with a soft sky-blue color at the edges -, it was surely one of a kind and not seen on a daily basis, probably some sort of genetic mutation. Chiseled to perfection, covered in porcelain-hued skin, with thick brows, a piercing gaze, and a strong jaw. His lips were crimped into a faint curvy line and yet, his smile was smug. His fingers reached out and slid through her curly brown hair, tucking a small strand behind her left ear thus, catching the girl off guard. His sweet voice quietly lulling her while caressing her cheek with his thumb, made the anger she felt earlier dissipate into thin air and settle into a serene sensation. His hands then gripped the back of her neck, fisting in her hair gently, and then pulled her into the most delicate, warm kiss. His lips were soft and tasted heavenly, ironically enough. A long sigh escaped her lips as she felt bits of energy being swayed off her body. On the cusp of her heavenward, she dropped her arm and gazed up at him, troubled and lightheaded. As their lips finally departed from one another, the man addressed as Erik, held onto her until she felt strong enough to be on her two feet again.
Everything happened in a blur. The next thing she knew, she was assigning the brothers different guest rooms in the house - the manor was large enough to harbor several in the upper and bottom floor -, since she didn't have the heart to send them away after acknowledging how severely wounded they were. In this regard, Sarah paid the master bedroom a quick visit and fetched some painkillers from the cabinet atop the sink as well as a few other essentials to treat their injuries and, one at a time, she patched up their wounds, but only after cleaning them up of all the blood and dirt. Then, promptly sent each and one of them to their rooms on an absolute rest.
During that day, she had taken the liberty of checking up on them from time to time, asking if everything was to their liking and if they needed anything. Charging up and down the stairs, Sarah had no idea why whenever she would walk past Erik's room she would get jiggy and nervous. But then again, she couldn't help but be drawn to his door every single time. Then, an idea suddenly popped into her mind and, the "problem", seemed to have miraculously solved itself. She would avoid Erik's room for the time being, although, she couldn't really focus her mind on anything else. She had been thinking about him this whole time and replaying their kiss in her head all afternoon.
Now, standing in front the said guest room, her heart ached in her chest, her hand hesitant to knock and her voice to announce herself.
She softly knocked at his door.
Her fingers found the door handle - just in case -, however, she wasn't the one to open the door.
"I thought I had heard my princess' trouble footsteps." He taunted her with a smirk.
She glanced up at the half-naked man, her little brown eyes glazed with his supernatural beauty, her delicate facial features flashed bright red and she caught her breath. The slight tremble of her hands forced her to cross her arms, just for a moment.
"What are you waiting for, princess? Just come inside already. You know It's rude to knock at someone's door and not say anything." He caught her wrist, and a strange yet, familiar energy moved up her arm then, pulled her inside.
The door closed behind her with an almost imperceptible thud.
She unwillingly slammed into his chest; her skin clammy with nervous sweat and her breathing quick. She never had been that close to a man ever before and it was making her feel all sorts of things - an uncomfortable pressure in her chest, a fluttery sensation in her stomach, and a pleasant numbness throughout her body and limbs.
The Incubus had one hand on her back, holding her firmly against his body, and another still gripping her wrist. He drew the flustered girl closer to him, his hand skidding playfully up and down her back, fondling her skin through the fabric of her t-shirt, "Don't tell me you couldn't have enough of me and came for a second round?"
"W-Wha?" Sarah stammered in her words, placing both hands to his chest, she tried to put some distance between them. "I-I-It's nothing like that! " She gulped down some saliva that had been accumulating in her mouth for the past few minutes and found the strength within herself to continue. "I-I just came to change your bandages--"
His soft throaty chuckle interrupted her.
"Oh, nothing really princess. I was just thinking you should dress the part for that." As he said that, a snap of fingers echoed in the room and she was immediately engulfed in a purple cloud of smoke.
She stared at him, unsure of what he had done until she felt the fabric around her body shift and change. The cloud dissipated and she quickly looked down to see her plain t-shirt and black jeggings morph into a nurse's uniform. Her eyes widened in a perfect look of surprise. The clothing she was hearing now would fulfill every man's fantasies: a short-sized skirt, a v-neckline, high stockings, and high heels. Sarah had her hair pulled up into a neat ponytail and, a cute cap sat on top of her head.
"That looks nice on you, princess." He whispered softly in her ear. "It's safe to say I have good taste."
Sarah blushed, getting used to the feel of the outfit. The skirt wasn't that short and it only showed the necessary but still, it was something new along with the rest of the garb. And, how on earth was she supposed to walk on those?! She thought to herself, looking down at the shoes that she was now wearing.
Erik smirked; he moved past the girl and sat on the bed. He leaned back against the headboard of the bed. His arms were folded across his chest, and he had one leg carelessly thrown over the other. "I'm all yours. Please be gentle~"
"T-This will only take a few minutes," she admitted, rolling her eyes.
"Take your time." He chortled over.
Sarah managed to balance herself in the stilettos and grab what she needed from the bathroom stall. After returning to the main area, she carefully placed everything on the bed by his side and skidded on the white gloves, and started preparing the materials needed. Once done, she went to nurse him. However, in her state of distress, her knees buckled and she had lost her footing. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on his lap with his hand once again tightly wound around her waist.
"Be careful or you'll sprain an ankle." He said quietly, not stirring his eyes off of her. "Hope you didn't hurt yourself."
As if under a love spell, her attention was immediately drawn to his eyes. At the moment, she felt like surrendering entirely to his mojo and just melt into the warmth of his embrace, still, she had to be strong and try not to fall for the devil's charms but yet again, she couldn't help herself. Her hand traveled down his broad chest on its own volition, marveling at the smooth skin stretched over solid muscle, her eyes skimmed him up and down. He was perfect. How could someone be that perfect? No one was.
He lifted her chin with a curled index finger and tilted his head to the side. "If this is your way of getting my attention, it's working."
Mesmerized by the sensations flooding through her, her embarrassment as well as his direct gaze, she had to concentrate harder to register what had he said next. She straddled him but, he kept her pinned to his pelvis.
"So, how is it gonna be, princess?" He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and gently dragged it down in a teasing manner. "How far are you willing to go?"
What was that supposed to mean? Her face warmed as she thought of what it'd meant.
He pulled her even closer to the point where she couldn't move. "I promise I'll good care of you."
Disclaimer: Erik belongs to Michaela Laws, Sarah belongs to me. Please don’t steal, thank you!
