Healer-boy

His energy had been sapped completely. He had never known those kinds of sensations and how overwhelming they would be. He had drifted into a deep sleep after their trist, his mind not able to carry one thought to the next after he was well and truly spent.

Finally, as he slowly woke with a satisfied sigh he felt the warm body of Vesper yawn and wriggle free of his drowsy embrace. His deep green gaze followed her as she simply continued the work they had started before. As if what they had just done didn't fundamentally change everything.

Did it? Did it change anything? Was he a new man or would he be the same casual anxious overly gangly Oleander he was before? Did she fall in with him because she felt like she had no choice? If anything... she led the way...

He stretched out with a groan and got up since she was now out of his view. He took a look at his humble den, private office, and sleeping quarters. Hmm... He needed more room. He didn't realize how much he missed sleeping next to a person. She also didn't smother him. That made him think of his brother. Had Wylan experienced... sex yet? He had Marina, didn't he? Probably then. Poor Ollie always last to everything. Ah well. Time to adjust the layout and make the bed... just a bit bigger. If... if she wanted to that is... She was probably tired of sleeping in the clinic.

He moved some of the things around, the table, the cabinet he kept a stash of macerating tinctures, and his collection of toxic herbs. Then he began pushing the bedding out a bit more, enough to make them comfortable. Now... should he just declare that where she would sleep for now on or... give her the option?

Oh, this was a bad idea Ollie. Maybe... He could give her a separate cot inside the room? Give her something of her own? No no, keep her in the clinic, make a little room in the back there that is just hers. That'll be... enough. But maybe... he'll keep his room like this in case... in case it happened again...

He looked out of the den and into the clinic where she was working. She looked... satisfied. Was there a sparkle there he hadn't noticed before?

He was so fucked. He needed to decide what she was. Slave or patient. If she wasn't a slave would she still... be with him?

He dragged her normal cot into the back corner of the clinic and put up a screen of cabinets and suck to make it more of a separate room for her. Now she at least had some semblance of privacy from the rest of the clinic.

"There! Got you your own space! I know it's not much." He said aloud. Staring at the cot he had moved for her. Doctors do not sleep with their patients... And the armada does not use slaves for sex. Well... fuck the rules, he's fumbled along well enough so far. How far can he fumble through this? And how is he going to help her get a rank? She was a slave, a clinic helper, and at the beck and call of himself and Bas. That didn't change anything.

"What do you think?" He presented the space with a flourishing paw. "And... maybe... if or when you want to, we can share in the den." There, give her a little autonomy.


"Speech"