January 17, 2022 | Serena's Maid Outfit (for Sigefrid)

 

Serena: "I got a cute little maid outfit just for Sigefrid... Not for him to wear, of course. Unless...?"

Sigefrid: "Unless what?" 😑

Serena giggled. "Nothing~" By the look on his face, she was guessing he wasn't going to try on the frilly outfit for her amusement. "Here, have some pizza."

Still slightly glaring at her like she'd just offended his great ancestors just by thinking that he reached and grabbed a slice before sort of snorting.

Serena had made the entire pizza from scratch, including the dough, making it nice and buttery, and then loaded it up with cheese and so many meats, with just enough vegetable to qualify it as still healthy. A meal on bread, as the Italians had intended, went her line of thinking. She hoped he would like it.

She did a little twirl in her maid outfit, swaying her hips teasingly at him, then looked at him over one shoulder and stuck out her tongue with a wink.

Sort of staring at her for a long moment Sigefrid looked like he might have had a few thoughts but did he say them out loud? Hell no! Taking another bite of the pizza he moved to grab his truck keys and pocketed them already turning for the door. "Lock up when you leave..... Oh and please leave" He added a bit smartly as if he just couldn't help it. She'd eventually get the fucking point right!? Hopefully before he ended up down questionable sanity lane with her. Not that he wasn't already at the damn stop sign about to turn as it fucking was!

Serena had a troubled look in her eye for a split second before she shook it off with a hard swallow and smiled at him once again.

"Sure," she said softly. "Oh-- that T-shirt of yours I was wearing earlier. I'll uh, wash it and return it to you."

She reckoned she would tidy up a bit: wash his clothes and put them away, clean and dry some dishes, and prepare some more food for him in appropriately manly portions. She had also restocked his beer and left a bottle of a new designer opiate in his bedside table, with instructions just as explicit as before.

She tried not to let it get to her, the ribbing. Maybe it was just his way of relating to people. She wouldn't admit that it stung, that it tempted her to go back to the bottle herself. Pills, that is. She had already taken the bottle of amaretto from the clubhouse, since it didn't seem like anyone else was fixing to drink it.

She smiled sadly at his back as she left, then got to work. When she was done, she left and locked up, then went back to her penthouse at Lux and crashed in Lucifer's arms, alternately weeping and making love to him.