Beauty 24/7

Lydia shuddered again. She kept quiet, almost as if daring him to go further. She didn't mind- as long as he didn't hurt her.

Oliver watched her, eyebrow raised and continued further up her legs, near to ~her by now. He chewed on the inside of his lip, letting out a breath. He couldn't have sex on this table, and he had to be professional. He didn't care if he was deemed a whore, honestly, but he couldn't make it awkward if she was going to be living with him and he certainly wasn't one to be tied down.

Lydia gritted her teeth, turning her face away from him as she bit her lip, enjoying it way too much. She resisted to shudder again, and closed her eyes.

Oliver sighed and pulled his hands away, then slid them back down her legs. He smiled and nodded at her. "Well, that's it. I'll go outside so you can change," he said with a gentle smile and exited.

He went into the bathroom and groaned softly, going to wash his hands. He really needed to be better about this.

Lydia held her breath when he pulled away. Was he being serious? She exhaled, sitting up and hurrying to pull on her clothes. Once she was done, she exited the room, silently, quietly closing the door behind her, and straightened herself out.

Oliver exited the bathroom, then when he saw she was there, flashed a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Hm?" Lydia hummed, then paused, thinking of what he said. When she figured out what it meant, she nodded. "Good. Uh... you?" she murmured, only half confident with what she was saying, now.

Oliver laughed and shook his head. He took in a deep breath and ignored the question. Basically, he wanted to know if the massage went well, but had no intentions of bugging her about it.

He travelled back to his room and began to ready the table for a next customer.

Lydia followed Oliver, almost like a lost puppy. "What you doing?" she asked, sweetly, her Polish accent making her seem way beyond adorable. She watched him prepare, playing with the ends of her shirt, absently.

Oliver glanced back at her before putting a new sheet on. "Er... getting it ready for the other people," he said with a smile and a small nod.

"Help?" Lydia asked, holding out her hands. She would've loved to volunteer- she had nothing else to do. She tilted her head at Oliver, now smelling all oil-like, and somewhat nice.

Oliver smiled and shook his head as he turned around. "Done," he announced, putting his hands up.

"Oh." Lydia croaked. She clasped her hands together and peered around her, shyly, keeping quiet.

Oliver watched her, then coughed into his shoulder, a bit uneasy, himself.

Lydia looked up at Oliver and smiled, sadly. She itched her arm, her tongue running over her lip piercing.

Oliver cleared his throat. "So... you definitely don't want to be going out with Helix any longer, right...?"

Lydia understood that, almost instantly."No Helix." she promised. After all, she did hate Helix- why would she want him back?

Oliver gave a small smile and wrapped her in a hug. He wanted to kiss her, but wasn't about to over-stop his boundaries. Plus, he only just met her today.

Lydia frowned into his shoulder, but smiled a little once she inhaled his scent. She wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him back, er head staying in his shoulder.

Oliver sighed gently and kept his arms around her with no attempt to move for what was a good, full minute.

Lydia didn't mind. She, this time, buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent again. Almost heavenly. Miles better than Helix.

Oliver pulled back after another lasting moment and gave a small smile to her.

Lydia stared back at Oliver for a good few seconds before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down, pressing their lips together, hard. It was a still kiss, and she made sure it didn't last more than five seconds. When she pulled away, she inhaled, straightening herself out. Man, she needed that.

Oliver furrowed his brow a bit and blinked. Why didn't it feel right in that kiss? He grabbed his things. Sure, she was hot, but maybe she wasn't his type or something.

Lydia frowned. She itched the back of her neck and bit her lip, then slipped out of the room and into reception, where she grabbed her bag. Now, she just made everything awkward. Good going, Parazite.