Beauty 24/7

[ That's 'coz I have short hair. <3]



Oliver watched her, his smile fading slowly. "Hey," he muttered, piecing some hair from her face. "Alright?"

[ Ch. Lucky you D: ]


Lydia nodded, subconsciously leaning her face into his touch. "Make, fool of myself." she laughed, although it seemed forced. She didn't want to sound dumb, just because she was from Poland. Not in front of Oliver.

Oliver chuckled softly, but was careful with his hand. Though she didn't like the guy, she was still in a relationship, and in one that he could very well hurt her for if she so much as hugged him.

"Wha'?" Lydia asked, softly, referring to his chuckle. She pulled her head away and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Mm, nothing," he replied simply, his smile large with his eyes fixated on her beautiful face.

Lydia tilted her head. She looked down and fiddled with her hands. "Wish that," she murmured. "I have no boyfriend." she paused again. "No... no Helix."

She was beginning to hate Helix.

"Want," she stopped again. "Better boyfriend."

Oliver nodded. "Go to the police," he repeated. "Tell them... you want a new boyfriend." He laughed and the thought of telling her to get a translator as well or learn better English real quick. They probably wouldn't take her seriously.

Lydia laughed, only partially understanding. She fucked with her hair again, then pulled her sleeves down over her little fists. She seemed a lot more delicate, now.

"You, come? To police." she murmured, looking up at Oliver, hopefully.

"Er..." he began, biting his lip, then nodded softly with a slight smile. He didn't like the idea of having to fight with the man, but would if he needed to.

He gulped once and stood. "Er... You... can stay with me, if you want, until you get it all sorted." He paused, sure she wouldn't understand most of that, but he was unsure on how to rephrase it.

"Stay with you?" Lydia repeated, softly. She nodded and leaned forward, kissing his cheek again, gently, but maybe for even longer. "Thank, you." she muttered, gratefully.

Oliver let out a soft breath when her lips touched his cheek. He nodded and smiled. "You'll have to stay here till the day ends."

"We sleep here?" Lydia asked, tilting her head. She had obvious gotten confused. "Where do... I sleep?" she murmured, slowly.

Oliver shook his head. "You stay here until I-...we can go home," he clarified, hoping she had understood this time.

"Oh," Lydia murmured. She smiled a little, but couldn't help but wonder where she'd be sleeping. And it was strange- a part of her was screaming for Oliver.

[ Are we skipping? ]

Oliver smiled and nodded, plopping on a chair.

[No, 'coz I don't think she wants us, 'coz the apprentice is just coming in on his first day.]

[ Oh, kay. ]


"Empty." Lydia pointed out, looking up at Oliver. "What can, we... do?" she asked, tilting her head.

Oliver looked at her, then shrugged, spinning around once in the chair. All the employees seemed to be gone and there were no customers except Sylvia. He was having shitty pay today.

"May have a massage?" Lydia asked, shyly. She looked up at Oliver, before standing up.

Oliver nearly choked on the water he had just sipped, then stood up, gaining his posture. "Er, yeh," he muttered, waving her over as he walked slowly to the sound proof room.

[ lmfao, Oli. ]


Lydia giggled, biting her lip. She walked over to him and blushed, a little excited. She'd never had a massage before, and certainly not by someone so perfect.

Oliver smiled and nodded. "Er... here," he said, handing her a towel. "You'll have to take your clothes off, then lay with your head here," he motioned to the headrest and smiled. "Er... face down, put the towel over your bum."

Lydia nodded. Easily, she began peeling off items of clothing in front of him. Well, what with always being around Helix- she always had to do this. It was torture for her in front of Helix, but she felt much calmer in front of Oliver. Still, she had been 'taught' that it was 'being selfish' to hide your body. He told her she was on Earth to be looked at.

Oliver made a noise, then turned. He shouldn't have been looking and honestly intended to go outside of the room. He placed his hand over his eyes. "Yell when you're done," he said as he exited the room. He groaned softly, knowing that he should not have been so happy to see her bra.

Lydia smiled, settling herself on the little bed thing. She didn't know what it was, or what to call it, so she fiddled with her bracelet, dropping it on the floor as her arms dangled. "In," she murmured, softly.

Oliver grinned and entered the room. He bit his lip, staring at her beautiful skin, even if it was just her back. He pushed her hair aside and grabbed the oil.

He began by pouring it down her back, letting it trickle, then started to rub it in.