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Something that makes taxi driving worth it are the stories, the new sights, and the small chattering that the passengers offer.
There would always be one person willing to share their day and their stories, and Adele would happily lend an ear. Or some passenger with a rather unique stop that she had never seen or heard of, and she can bask in the beauty of Paris. It always proved to be her favorite thing to do.
Her beloved Peugeot 201 has never let her down, most of the time that is. It wasn’t the fanciest, but it was the most trustable and well maintained one on the road. Today, it had been a particularly harsh day for the car, between riding long distances and a couple awkward situations, the motor needed a little bit of help before she could reach her last client.
The smell of smoke, oil and metal clung to her clothes and skin like glue, mixed with the mild weather and sweat, she was left a little messy, though nothing she hadn’t grown used to.
Though the day was spent in multiple conversations and chatter, she couldn’t deny that it took a lot of her energy, leaving her with enough to make a quick stop at a particular bakery to pick up her usual order and leave for her favorite part of the day, even if she knew how exhausted it would leave her.
What was her favorite part of the day? To pick up her favorite customer, of course. Félicienne Baron.
High and mighty, egocentrical, always looking down at others with arrogance and the air of a rich noblewoman, yet having a sweet tooth comparable to a glutton. Adele couldn’t lie and say she didn't find her annoying at times, but she enjoyed her time with the rich woman the most even if it wasn’t exactly the best.
Her beloved Peugeot 201 stopped before a fancy restaurant, sticking out like a sore thumb once compared to the rich and fancy cars around her. The restaurant shone brightly, with decorations that could pay up Adele’s house five times or more. Looking at a place like this so close made her feel out of place, but its beauty couldn’t be denied.
The taxi driver stuck her head out the window, looking left and right then squinting to see the front of the restaurant, trying to spot the perfect posture and delicate body of her employer.
Little people walked around the streets, and outside the restaurant were none, the area being populated mostly by folks with a lot of money made it less populated, therefore, Félicienne couldn’t have a chance to leave her hanging like most of the time.
Disappearing up on her and the next day acting like nothing, now that’s annoying.
After looking around, Adele sat normally again and tapped her fingers against the wheel, taking peeks at the box of macaroons when she wasn’t fixated on the restaurant’s doors. She knew that box would be appreciated whenever her petty employer would start complaining about whatever minimal thing about her day.
Not exactly a part of her services, just something she knew Félcienne would appreciate.
“Ah, you arrived early this time” A self-centered, egocentric voice made the taxi driver jump, breaking her moment of distraction. “Good, I can’t stand waiting outside in the cold.”
“Hey, didn’t leave me abandoned this time?” Adele smiled in relief, “That’s a new one”
“Hm, you say that as if I always leave you waiting” The egocentric woman had a hint of a smile, either teasing or acknowledging how unfair she could be at times.
The rich lady opened the side passenger door by herself, one of the few things she chose to do by herself, and took a seat as the passenger.
Using the time Félicienne took to make sure everything was to her liking, Adele studied her looks. Perhaps it could come out as creepy, yet the woman by her side voiced her approval once a small change was pointed out.
Today, however, the only change seemed to be the lack of her sun-hat, missing from her head and leaving her hair uncovered. A rather strange sight, since the woman would rarely ever depart from her hat, something about her skin and the sun, even though she wore it inside too. Aside from that small detail, the clothing was exactly the same as every other time.
Well, she did look rather beautiful in those clothes.
“Hm?” Félicienne’s routine finally ended, and now that she sat comfortably, she began to notice something. She narrowed her beautiful purple eyes and slowly turned her head to Adele’s direction, who raised an eyebrow in return.
“Huh?” The taxi driver laughed nervously “What’s wrong? I’m pretty sure I cleaned up the seat before you got in”
“Tsk, I’m not concerned about that” The rich woman glanced her driver up and down, approaching slightly to give the smallest sniff before leaning back almost immediately, a look of disgust on her face so heartfelt it almost hurt Adele. “You have a rather potent smell on you” Is all she said before moving further away.
“What?” Adele laughed again, out of shock this time. The Peugeot 201 roared as she turned it on, ready to depart. “What do you mean?” The driver pulled her shirt up to her nose, sniffing it “I don’t smell anything on me”
“Well, I wouldn't be surprised, you won’t always carry around the best smell on you- and-” Félicienne grimaced, a judgemental look in her eyes “Don’t do that! It’s such a-, such a gross thing to do”
“Huhh?? I think I smell good!”
“Think with a different head then!”
Félicienne pushed herself further against the door, as far away from the taxi driver as she could, and turned her head to the open window to get fresh air. A little too dramatic, but whatever to get away from whatever scent had ticked her off.
Meanwhile, Adele kept her eyes on the road, feeling a little offended by the series of actions.
Her shirt didn’t have any particular odor, aside from the usual smell of sweat that accumulated through the day, but it was mild! Her car also didn’t carry anything particular with it, she would clean it rather often with care.
She was completely confused.
“Well, whatever” Said Adele, crossing another street “I’ll take a bath when I reach home, and you won’t be complaining tomorrow”
“Hah,” Félicienne slightly turned her head to the driver, judgement in her eyes “I don’t even think you wash well enough on those baths”
“And what does that mean??” The driver took a deep breath, fists clenching the wheel tighter to remind herself to keep her mind on the road.
“Well, you hair is as greasy as ever-”
“Pardon?!”
The noblewoman huffed in annoyance at the interruption, “-and you always carry that smell of dirt and sweat on you, don’t think I didn’t notice”
“Well!” Adele gave that talkative noblewoman a side-glare, unfortunately ignored “I take a bath every day, just so you know!”
“And you do it terribly!”
“So what?? God, this is the first time you have complained about this. Do you want to help me out or something?” The driver’s voice was laced with sarcasm, an obvious rhetorical question meant to showcase her anger, yet the moment those words dropped, the car went silent.
Concerned, Adele turned to her employer, silence wasn’t a normal response from her.
The noblewoman, who hadn’t changed positions during the argument, looked rather tense. Stiff shoulders, clenched jaw and the addition of slight redness at the tip of her ears, she fiddled with the bow on her collar, pulling it forward slightly before smoothing it out. Aside from that, nothing could tell what exactly had made her so quiet.
“Uh…” Unused and uncomfortable with the silence, Adele tried to speak “Madame Félicienne…"
“Yes” Félicienne jumped, as if shaken awake, and gave a vague and strange response.
“...Yes… to what exactly?”
“Well, mh,” For once, the noblewoman turned her head back into the car, her face slightly reddish and conflicted, yet maintaining her usual arrogance and decisiveness. “You asked if I’d like to help you with your… bath, non? Then my answer is yes.”
The car went silent again.
The taxi driver, speechless, opened and closed her mouth with a blank expression before she decided to consider her words first. Her face, once carrying a mildly annoyed and mocking expression, now had a hint of red that grew by the second.
“You do know I was not being serious, right?” Said Adele after a couple seconds.
“But I am. Now, change courses and drive to your place” The noblewoman didn’t leave her voice open to any arguments.
“My place?!”
“Hm, you thought we were going to mine?”
“Well, that was the original course, yes??”
“Hah, you said it yourself, was.” Félicienne turned to Adele, usually she would poke her, but today she simply held her glare “Now turn around, hurry”
The taxi driver sighed, taking the next U turn with a tired expression. She was reluctant to admit that whatever Félicienne had in mind caught her attention. Whether it was to rummage through the bathroom or tell her what to do, having her undeniably attractive noblewoman in her house sounded like a dream, like crossing a line she didn’t know existed.
Oh, she hadn’t cleaned her house… Well, to be fair, she didn’t expect this turn of events.
“You reek of smoke, oil and sweat”
“...Thanks for the observation” The driver gave a sarcastic smile “Now, how about you eat your macaroons while I drive, huh?”
“Mh, I was going to,” The noblewoman picked up the almost forgotten box of macaroons, taking a good look at the brand and bakery before giving her driver a purposeful glance and tossing it on the back seat with disdain. “Until you told me to do it”
“Wh- Hey!!”
“Hurry now, eyes on the road. You have more charm when you don’t complain”
A small seed of regret began to grow inside Adele, yet the course had been set and the decision made. She couldn’t take another U turn now…
Okay, she could, but she didn’t want to.
Adele’s apartment is situated in quite a decent zone, properly taken care of and with a manageable amount of shops and spots of convenience around. Even with these points in favor, the driver could see the scorn on her passenger’s face the moment her car stopped in the small parking space.
“So, this is where you live?” A small whisper filled with enough aversion to put most at shame.
Most are not Adele, she simply sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, taking off her security belt as she did. “Don’t say anything rude, it’s a nice place”
Per usual, the taxi driver walked to Félicienne’s side to open her door, one of the many things the noblewoman didn’t want to do for herself.
“I don’t have to,” The noblewoman stepped out of the car, her purple eyes filled with a decent amount of repulsion. “this place speaks for itself”
“Haha…”
The irritated driver made sure to lock her car, intending to lead the way to her apartment. That is, before she got stopped by her pretentious companion.
“ah, and take the box of pastries out of the car too” With an arrogant wave of her hand, Félicienne ignored the blank stare she received and chose to inspect her nails, looking quite curious about their length and sharpness beneath her gloves.
“Right after I locked the car? Really?” The driver reluctantly complied. “I thought you weren’t going to eat them” She said as she took the slightly beaten box and locked the car once more.
“Those are mine and I get to choose if and when I want them or not” Said the noblewoman, raising her head slightly and gripping the silk ribbon on her neck.
“Alright, alright. No need to get angry!”
“Hmph” Félicienne began to walk to the building’s entrance, not bothering to give her driver a second glance.
“? Hey, you forgot the box”
Félicienne stopped, turning to Adele and looking at the box with a mocking smile. “Oh? You thought I was going to carry that? Don’t make me laugh” and with that, she signaled her driver to continue moving.
“...This woman is driving me insane”
Finally, they reached their destination. Adele could feel the comfort of her resting place soothing her growing anger, not once had Féliienne kept her mouth shut, everything got a piece of her mind.
The place, the atmosphere, the decoration, the doors, the plants, even the air!
Everything.
And it all was said with the most extreme distaste Adele had ever heard. Especially as she had to help the noblewoman climb the stairs due to her skirt being too tight.
Now, standing in front of the door, Adele felt both relieved and terrified. No time to back away now, and no time to clean up either. Feu Feu would hopefully be resting easily tonight, as the clinging of the keys and the knob twisting didn’t come accompanied by happy noises.
And, well, the apartment itself wasn’t exactly horrible, by most standards it would be a nice place to stay in. A decently sized living room greeted them, a small kitchen with no doors attached to it where the unused kitchen could be seen. There were two other doors, one assumed to be the bedroom and the other an unknown room with no importance or relevancy to them.
What truly made the apartment stand out, however, was the noticeable mess. A couple pillows and bedsheets on the sofa, a change of clothes forgotten on a chair, one or two cups on the tea table. Adele wasn’t known for her order, if one looked at her car, but this surprised her visit beyond comprehension.
“...I wasn’t exactly expecting a visit-”
“Don’t even speak! Ugh, what a mess,” Félcienne’s expression was a masterpiece of aversion, distaste and resignation, along with some splashes of colorful regret. She took the most careful steps inside, every one being as amusing as it was offensive. “I have seen abandoned houses cleaner than this… ‘home’, if I had to call it that”
“It’s- Argh, whatever!” The owner of the disorganized apartment locked the entrance door, “Just, just come to my room, it’s cleaner than the living room” She took a step closer to her guest, intending to lead the way.
Sensing the closeness, Félicienne immediately took a step back “That I doubt”
Choosing to be mature and not respond, Adele led the way to her room under the judgemental gaze of her employer and guest. If her emotions could be expressed in images, she would carry a comically large painting of anguish.
The door to the, hopefully more organized, room exuded no homely vibe, simply another door like many others, the room inside sharing the same kind of vibe. It could be said to be a little organized, if not because it was mostly empty with the exception of a few things here and there. In comparison to the living room, this looked like a decent place, if not forgotten.
“Huh, it is cleaner. Granted, I don’t think that’s a high bar” Though expecting sympathy and questions from the noblewoman was like expecting an orange to grow wings and fly.
She simply walked in, took a look around, and sat on the bed after patting away the non-existent dust, as if she owned the place.
“So?” Said Félicienne, as if waiting for something.
The owner of the room stood there awkwardly, running a hand through her dirty blonde locks of hair to calm her running thoughts and anxieties. “I guess I’ll, uh, take a bath then?”
With ease, she opened the closet and immediately pulled out a plain gray t-shirt and some shorts with amusing figures on it. Félcienne would call that an insult to fashion and a disgrace to wear, Adele would call those pajamas.
To distract herself, the noblewoman stared at another door inside the bedroom, and noticing the context clues, she safely assumed it could be the bathroom. So she stood up and walked towards it.
“Hm, let me see how the bathroom looks like” Despite it being worded as a question, the nosy guest had no intentions of waiting for an answer.
“Hey! Don’t just walk around without asking!” Noticeably displeased, Adele moved to block the door. This was, after all, her house.
“If you always come out with such poor cleanliness then I have to see why. With my own eyes, unfortunately.” The nosy and intrusive guest raised her chin, using her slight advantage in height to look down at Adele.
This would usually work, the taxi driver bends easily when confronted like this. By Félicienne, that is.
Said taxi driver tried to stand her ground, her bright eyes colliding with Félicienne’s, who narrowed hers in return. The eye contact made Adele crumble quickly, and her tense and straight posture shifted in a minute. She moved out of the way, waving a hand to dismiss the tension.
“Fine, fine. I’ll just get my towel while you look in. Just, don’t make a mess” Said Adele, using her free hand to hide her expression. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hide her reddened ears.
Fortunately, Félicienne didn’t care.
—“I won’t need to touch anything for it to be a mess”
With that, Félicienne passed Adele, choosing to ignore the murmurs in French of the blonde for a greater good: Her own.
Behind the closed door hid a humble bathroom- by Félicienne’s standards, the bathroom itself held the proper width. The noblewoman walked in, looking down at everything with furrowed brows.
This act of judgement only grew upon seeing the products used for hygiene, her face had always been an open book for her most distasteful emotions.
God forbid she ever carried any expression other than repulsion.
She could see… A rather cheap shampoo with the most average scent she had ever seen. Fresh breeze? Just say you’re poor! A plain looking, and scented, bar of soap with a decent mark of usage. It smells like laundry, no wonder there’s always such a mediocre scent coming off her. And, at last, a perfume with no labels. Félicienne did not try sniffing that one, god forbid she loses her sense of smell.
Alright, to be fair, these products were not half bad. Everything is judged by Félicienne’s standards.
“Hmph,” Félicienne let out a sound of displeasure. Her eyes searched around the bathroom for anything else, she even went as far as to open up one of the cabinets to see if she could find anything good to replace those ‘cheap and useless’ products. And, surprisingly, there were. “Oh”
Inside a humble cabinet were a couple good quality products, some which Félicienne herself recognized as brands she once used. Filled with curiosity, she picked up a shampoo, reading the label and the brand. An original one, not a lousy copy or recreation.
Alongside that shampoo were a couple other from different brands, the noblewoman could even admit these were decent, if not good brands. Some conditioners, soaps, even a hairbath from a brand she knew pretty well. A lovely set of products hidden inside an unsuspecting cabinet.
Though, it paled in comparison to her set of products, of course.
Félicienne stared at these products with intrigue. In comparison to the ones lying around in the bathroom, these were completely unused, just held in there. Curious.
“Ah, those?” The easy-going voice of the taxi driver broke the silence, unsuspecting to the amount of insults she had received inside the noblewoman’s mind. “Célia gave them to me, she said those would do me good, though… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t forget they existed.” Adele’s voice carried a small amount of irritation, possibly because of the snooping.
What Adele didn’t know is that Célia was kindly telling her she stinks.
Félicienne did though, and she almost laughed, placing the products back on the cabinet before turning to Adele, “Well, Célia certainly has a nice taste, I do wonder if you-... ah”
An awkward pause followed. The Noblewoman looked stiff and bewildered while Adele tensed and pulled her towel upwards to cover more of herself.
It was safe to assume that Adele was naked underneath the towel, a field day for a wild imagination. Arms with a decent musculature, a small but remarkable chest and a revealing amount of skin Félicienne never considered in her mind. It was an unusual sight to see the driver outside her usual clothes. Or, well, clothes in general.
Not like Félicienne cared one bit! No, she was a woman of rightfulness, above yearning for a poor (money wise) taxi driver and above having desires for her; yes, absolutely.
No she wasn’t.
The noblewoman, speechless and surprisingly red faced, made an aggressive hand gesture up and down Adele’s body, questioning.
—“Well… I’m going to take a bath, no?”
Ugh, a proper response.
“...” Félicienne gave a silent nod before turning back to the cabinet, hiding her expression and taking a deep breath. “I’ll pick a product from here, you can start bathing meanwhile” The bossy and pretentious voice Félicienne used to speak most of the time hung by a thin thread.
“Hah, what?” Adele took a couple steps into the bathroom, leaving the door open for Félicienne. “No? I’ll wait for you to pick one and then I’ll take a bath”
“I don’t have all night to be wasting here, the sooner the better” Said Félicienne, weaponizing her arrogance to make her unreasonable demand be taken.
—“Then pick quickly so I can bathe sooner than later”
—“You can’t rush me! I’ll however long I want and however long I need, so-”
—“Do you want to see me take a bath? Is that it?”
A moment of silence.
Careful not to drop anything, Adele raises a hand to the bridge of her nose and soothingly rubs her fingers against it. The usual gesture whenever she’s stressed, used twice in less than an hour already.
“You can just- say that, you know? No need to make a whole reason” Despite the ease and nonchalance in which Adele said this, her face increased in color and her hands began to shake.
“W- what?! Of course not! I, I,” In return, Félicienne blushed bright yet, her purple eyes looking around for an excuse. “I’m just helping you, with your, your-... your cleanliness! That is rather lackluster, I must mention”
“Fine, then I’ll wait for you to help me find the products, no need to rush!” Adele used a double sword teasing to get a response.
She couldn’t deny that standing there, almost completely naked, in a promising situation, wasn’t giving her many thoughts and things to ponder for later. However, she also wanted a little honesty from her ‘partner’, even if that would mean the only wetness that would be taken care of would be the water in that bathtub and not the one between her legs.
Meanwhile, Félicienne surprisingly shared a similar line of thought. Her eyes scanned Adele from head to toe, making no attempts to hide her staring. Dirty, sweaty, awkward… She closed her eyes, trying to tell herself that those were not things that she was lusting after.
In her hands, the poor bottle of shampoo suffered the consequences of her grounding grip, trying to keep her thoughts at bay and her desire a minimum.
On one hand, she could keep her dignity and grace by choosing a product and walking out of the bathroom, ignoring whatever disgraceful thoughts crossed her mind at the moment; though that meant that once she reached her destination she would have to take the matters into her own fingers.
On the other hand, she would lose some of her might, but she would get to see her driver — who she has no desire or any sort of romantic feelings for, at all! — naked.
Hm, decisions, decisions.
—“So.. that shampoo?”
—“Just get in the bathtub. Now, before I regret anything!”
The taxi driver gave a smug smile, internally celebrating her win against the stubbornness of her employer.
This smile, however, diminished with each step to the ceramic bathtub. It’s not like she had installed a curtain for privacy or anything, the only one who could bother was Feufeu and that dragon stayed in its room most of the time, therefore she didn’t need one.
Another regret to the list.
She turned the faucet, letting the water slowly fill the ceramic tub, allowing the sound to mix with the awkward silence they held. It would take some time before it filled completely, and it would kill the mood to just stand there motionlessly until it did.
With the sound of the water running, Adele took a moment to weigh her choices. It wasn’t too late to regret everything, turn around and just say ‘hey, I was just joking haha, can you get out?’; even if it enraged the noblewoman and got her in return another week of being ignored. She still had a way out, and many things to ponder over at night.
That being said, that line of thought couldn't be entertained because she wasn’t thinking with a straight mind. The idea of simply sitting in that damned bathtub with the possibility of Félicienne joining in made both of her heartbeats speed up.
She had already made her choice, unfortunately.
She felt like a teenage boy now.
—“You won’t look, will you?” Adele’s voice was too shaky to be a full tease.
—“...Well, don’t you like asking stupid questions?” And Félicienne’s voice matched that shakiness.
—“Hah, guess so, haha… Then I’ll, uh, uhm…”
Adele took off her towel in silence, hanging it in place before getting in the bathtub, careful not to slip and cause an accident. Now that would be a funny way to not get laid.
‘Hey, Célia, I kinda missed my chance to have sex with my attractive employer because I slipped in the bathtub and that ruined the mood, haha’
Yes, she was going insane, with the heat stopping the oxygen going up her brain.
Adele took a deep breath and used an arm to cover her breasts, taking a seat on the cold bathtub and letting the room temperature water lower the rising heat inside her body.
Even with all those thoughts and growing needs, this couldn’t be denied of its awkwardness. Especially as she cast a glance at the other woman in the room, standing there with her head in hands, noticeably distressed.
If Adele looked closer, which she did, she could see the redness of her ears and the slight tremor of her shoulders with every breath taken; a sharp contrast to the usually uncaring and straight posture she carried around.
She wanted Félicienne to just turn to her and probably berate her or do something, anything. This awkward silence and inaction made Adele want to drown in the bathtub; and she couldn’t even do that, the water was barely even rising.
Perhaps she was being a little naive to think that Félicienne would do anything, nothing told her that the noblewoman wasn’t teasing or being boastful only to walk away once the moment got too intimate. Perhaps it would be for the best if she did walk away and leave Adele alone.
Nononono that would be the worst! Félicienne simply couldn’t be that cruel could she??
She wished more than anyone that the noblewoman would just come forward, stop clinging to that stupid pride and childishness to pay some attention to her well paid driver. Perhaps a caress? A kiss…? Maybe something more?
The hard surface began to be a pain on her lower back due to her awkward position, so to avoid further issues with her back, she had to change positions and stretch. “Ngh-”
A gasp. “Don’t make noises like these!” Came Féliciene’s voice, unusually high pitched and muffled.
—“Ah?? I was just stretching!”
—“Not my problem!”
The silence came back again, regrettably so, the water being the only source of sound coming from the room. Adele’s eyes, resembling a yellow topaz in color, searched for any sort of distraction or a minimal peek at Félicienne’s amethyst ones. Still hidden, a shame.
“This-” The unusually strained voice of the noblewoman broke the silence. “This shampoo is the best I could find between all the mediocre choices, my regards to this ‘Célia’ for her gifts”
For once, those purple eyes turned to the driver, widening slightly but staring directly into those bright eyes to avoid looking anywhere else. It’s not like a hand could cover every part of a body, and Félicienne was fighting demons to stay on task.
—“? Okay?”
The noblewoman approached the sink, her reddish face making a grimace before she took a breath, changing that for a false stoic expression. Slowly, she began to take off her delicate gloves and place them down with vivid reluctance, her hand visibly shaking to even leave them there.
An amusing, if not shocking, sight.
Now, with her gloveless hands, she took the bottle of shampoo along her path to where Adele sat, looking perplexed.
“Sit properly, will you? I’m not going to treat a scared mutt” The noblewoman carried herself the same as usual, except for a couple noticeable details such as her avoidant eyes.
“Erm, what do you consider properly?” Asked Adele, eyes almost fixated on the naked hands but having enough shame to look at the eyes avoiding hers.
“Just- turn your back to me, quickly! I do not appreciate you being so hard to deal with!” Mixed with her unusually high pitched voice and frantic movement, Félicienne almost made Adele burst out laughing.
—”Sure, sure”
Not wanting to enrage the already enraged woman, Adele fixed her position so her back would be turned to Félicienne, leaving her blind to whatever the noblewoman did.
If she followed any religion, she would have started praying right then and there.
A pair of fingers took a strand of hair delicately before almost immediately recoiling, a noise of disgust following the action.
—“Ugh, how greasy! Do you even consider your hair when bathing??”
—”What?! It’s not that bad, I-”
Water poured over Adele’s head, silencing her upcoming argument. Then, a cold substance was poured over those yellow locks of hair.
—”Huh? What are you-”
—”Taking the matters into my own hands, since you can’t with yours”
Adele might not have been able to see it, but Félicienne rolled her sleeve upwards and took in a deep breath.
Soon enough, fingers began to scrub her hair rather harshly, with no consideration for pain nor care. Adele was tempted to lower her head to escape the sensation, but it felt good at the same time. Really good.
Less than a caress, she almost felt like her scalp was treated like rubber with the way Félicienne would just continuously go through it, pull hair and just add more shampoo.
That is because Félicienne was seething as she did this. Completely hot and bothered by her taxi driver whose hair was greasy and always smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. She was fuming in anger.
Even if the treatment itself was rather harsh, the noblewoman’s fingers still travelled around with expertise, not a single drop of shampoo fell into Adele’s eyes during the ‘treatment’. Even if sometimes she would threaten the driver to drown her if she moved too much.
“How are you so good at this?” Asked Adele after she got released from her cruel treatment, feeling her head surprisingly lighter. If it’s because of the thorough cleaning or the dizziness it left behind.
“Hm, when you actually try it’s not hard at all” Even with the smug voice, it was obvious Félicienne felt proud of her results. “Though, you wouldn't know about that, would you?”
“Hah, how cruel!” Adele ran a hand through her hair almost fascinated with how light it became.
Indiscreetly, Adele turned to her employer, becoming fascinated with the sight. Due to her efforts, and possible anger, Félicienne had begun to sweat, and her forearms and chest were covered in water due to her careless management of her anger. Even her hair had gone slightly out of place.
—“I didn’t know you were that good with your fingers”
—”Oh? You really are just teasing me, aren’t you?”
The driver shamelessly laughed, appreciating the flustered frown that began to form on the noblewoman’s face as much as the good view. “Maybe? I thought I was making it reeeeally obvious”
“Hm,” With a smirk, Félicienne shook her hands, sending some of the drops to the driver’s eyes and temporarily blinding her. Completely on purpose. “Painfully so, discretion is not your forte”
‘Well neither is yours!’ Is something Adele would have loved to say.
Taking the moment of blindness, Féliciene ran her nails up Adele´s throat, savouring the way she froze at the contact and forcing her to lift her head. Before the driver could say anything that would ruin the moment, the noblewoman silenced her with a kiss.
Félicienne’s nails dug into the skin, making sure that pulling away would be hard, while her free hand trailed a path from Adele’s collarbone to her breast, running her nails across the skin in a teasing manner.
As quickly as the kiss came, it went.
Upon being released, Adele widened her eyes and moved to the side, her face a red only seen in the gems she inspected. The water now high enough to cover her to preserve some of her dignity worked as both a veil and a blanket.
Also the soap bubbles.
“I shall introduce you to chapstick later” Said Félicienne, finding another thing to add to her list. “Now, won’t you have some respect not to look? Tsk, where are your manners?”
“What was that??” The driver, still incredulous, clenched her thighs and looked at the noblewoman for an answer.
—“A kiss? Obviously! Are you rejecting me so harshly?”
—”Ah?? No! I was just–”
“Then be a dear and close your eyes. Now” Félicienne never spoke nicely, her hand pressed harshly against Adele’s eyes to prevent her from seeing anything. “When I take my hand off, you’ll keep your eyes closed, understand?”
With a small nod, the noblewoman lowered her hand slowly, noticing how Adele kept her eyes shut with effort. This was enough to satisfy her.
Adele, meanwhile, kept reciting things in her head to keep herself from opening her eyes. And the deathly grip on her thigh also helped a lot.
From where Adele sat, she could hear two things. The water that never stopped running, and the sound of expensive fabric moving around. The latter sound was rather faint, but she could still catch it. Until it stopped, and the only other noise was the water.
—“...Can I look now?”
“Mh,” A sound of displeasure came from the noblewoman. “Did I ever imply you could? Move a little, I need some space for myself”
Adele did not even question anything, she just moved herself far from the voice without needing to be told twice, obediently.
“Wait, wait, some space for you?” And finally her brain caught up, but she didn’t get a verbal response.
Instead, she could hear and feel the water moving as someone, clearly Félicienne, joined in her decent sized bathtub. The only other sound aside from that was a complaint, ‘so cold’, and another string of whispered words she didn’t care to catch.
“I’ll be closing this now, It’s enough of a waste with how cold it is” Said the noblewoman, not waiting for a response before closing the faucet, leaving them in complete silence.
Now, Adele’s deathly grip on her thigh wasn’t able to get her to hold back for so long, especially knowing that Félicienne sat less than inches away from her. Slowly, and careful not to be noticed immediately, she opened her eyes, grateful to be able to see. Not every day you get to see a beautiful woman naked and wet by your side.
Félicienne certainly knew what she said about taking care of her body, her skin was pristine, with no scars, sunburns or dryness, it was perfect in every way. The driver was fascinated by her bare back and the unorganized strands of hair, even if she couldn’t see Félicienne’s face.
Beautiful, untouched…
Adele felt tempted to release her thigh and reach out just to feel the skin against her fingertips.
“Tsk, if you aren’t such a disobedient one, huh?”
As soon as she noticed, Félicienne made sure to obstruct the view using her hand and pushing Adele back harshly, making the driver’s back collide with the ceramic in a way that would leave a bruise.
“Ow!” ‘worth it’
Though, aside from the sharp pain, Adele had no complaints.
The noblewoman climbed on Adele’s lap, still covering those clear yellow eyes. She used her body to trap Adele in such a position, making the driver tense. Who could blame Adele for gripping whatever skin she could get as a reflex?
—“Hm, greedy”
—”Says you?”
Displeased by the banter, Félicienne pinched the driver’s shoulder, making her jump and, this time genuinely, lift her leg sharply in reflex.
In return, she received a gasp, a shudder, and then a string of whispered curses. Something that fed Adele’s ego, even with her obstructed vision.
—“I didn’t know you could make sounds like these”
—”You-! How about you keep your mouth shut!”
—”Hah? Make me!”
Wrong choice of words. Félcienne did shut her up. With a kiss.
Neither had any shame left, they grabbed each other and pressed as closely as they could during the kiss. Adele’s hands toured across her lover’s bare back while Felicienne’s free hand found itself gripping locks of blonde hair.
Adele gripped the pristine skin, hoping to leave some red marks from her hands behind. It would feed her growing ego and give her some satisfaction to see it ruined by her doing. A little vengeance for everything the noblewoman did for her.
Once they separated, the air surrounding them became thicker. The water no longer bothered them with its coldness.
“Hah,” From above, Félicienne laughed breathlessly. “A little under my expectations. Unsurprising”
“That’s a high bar to reach! Why don’t you help me with it then, huh?” The tease in the taxi driver’s voice hoped to ignite some anger
She slowly slid her palms lower and lower, tracing the skin with care and savouring the shivers she received in return.
—”I didn’t say you could do that!”
The mischievous traveling hands were stopped, unfortunately and the closeness they held had broken.
Félicienne slid backwards, using both of her hands to stop Adele’s, making a small mistake on her judgement: Letting Adele see. A driver like her never misses a chance.
Immediately upon being released, Adele opened her eyes to take a look at her lover, eyes widening almost comically at the sight before her.
The usually neatly and carefully arranged neutral dark pink hair fell carelessly, a shocking contrast to the usual view. Seeing it so disorganized brought a smile to the face of the taxi driver, like finding a gem among rocks. Félicienne’s face, meanwhile, held a bright redness that suited her well. Though, everything looks good on Félicienne.
She could pretend that her gaze lingered somewhere else, but the truth is that she had a target in mind: Félicienne’s breasts. Truly a sight to behold.
Wide eyed and breathless, Adele could only say one thing from the bottom of her heart: “Oh, wow…”
And that made Félicienne’s face create a new shade of red. In anger, that is. “Is that really all you have to say?!”
—”Uh, nice breasts?”
—“Oh my god”
Félicienne took a deep breath, covering her face with both of her hands and saying muffled words. Adele would call that being flustered, the noblewoman would beg to differ.
“I hadn’t seen your hair so messy before” The driver reached out, twirling a wet lock of hair on her finger.
“Huh?! You don’t get to say that with such a rat’s nest for hair!” Immediately, Félicienne defended herself, pressing Adele’s head down with her palm to emphasize her point.
“It was a good thing!!” In return, Adele placed a hand on the noblewoman’s shoulder and tried to push her away. “And- my hair isn’t that bad!”
The annoyed woman stops her aggression, and instead, places both of her hands on Adele’s cheeks and drags her upwards, pressing their lips together again.
It became their next argument.
They pushed against each other more and more with each passing second, only separating to get air before colliding again. Félicienne would keep her attention on Adele’s face and neck, almost digging her hands on that skin as she gripped. Meanwhile, Adele fulfilled her bloodline as a traveler, exploring new grounds with her hands.
Once her hands got too greedy, Félicienne separated with a demand.
“Open up, now.”
Not needing to be told twice, Adele did just that. Barely opening her mouth before being surprised by the greed of the noblewoman, who immediately slips her tongue in.
It became almost overwhelming, Félicienne gave no time to adjust nor time to get used to anything, she simply devoured every whine she received one by one. She did not bother as Adele gripped her arms tightly, nor tried to pull away. Instead, she pressed even more closely, letting their bodies almost melt into each other. She simply devoured everything she could get her hands on.
Every breath, every gasp, every whine, every moan.
She held Adele tight, pulling away only to take a quick breath before diving in again.
“Feh- ahg-!” Adele tried to speak, to push Félicienne’s desperation away for just enough time to breathe. Her lungs began to hurt, and her sight grew blurred at the lack of oxygen. She needed some air to think, but she couldn’t fight much harder. “Wai- Nh- Wait!”
With that, Félicienne separated. Her breathing laboured, eyes blown wide open, and the perfect picture of annoyance painted all over her face. “What?!”
“You can… oh god… You can calm down, I’m-... I’m not going anywhere” Adele had a couple difficulties speaking, but at least she could breathe now.
And those words just fueled Félicienne’s childish frustration. “I can do whatever I want!” Her childish tone clashed with her looks in an almost comical way. “You are mine, you hear? Mine, mine, mine! And I do whatever I want with my property!”
—“Well this ‘property’ of yours needs to breathe too!”
Félicienne lunged forward again, startling Adele. Luckily for the driver, it was but a small yet strong kiss on the lips before immediately going down for the neck, uncaring to even do the usual ‘kissing a trail down’ to prepare Adele. The noblewoman simply slid her tongue through the skin, humming in satisfaction and almost laughing at the small jump her ‘property’ did.
Whispered curses followed the action, and not knowing what to do with herself, Adele gripped Félicienne’s hair. An instinct that was rewarded with a hiss.
“Don’t pull my hair! I do care for mine!” The noblewoman would have moved back to give a glare, but she felt pretty comfortable in her position, so she simply dug her sharp nails on Adele’s waist.
—“Ow!! I get it, I get it!!”
A noise of satisfaction left Félicienne, right before she gave two chaste kisses and sucked on the skin.
—“Hey! Don’t leave any marks, I have to work tomorrow too!”
In response, the noblewoman sunk her teeth on the skin. That’s definitely going to leave a mark.
—”The hell?!”
—”Mm, oh, sooo sorry about that. It doesn’t sound like my problem.
Hands continued to run down Adele’s body, touching her stomach, lowering to her v-line, the outer part of her thigh before diving a little deeper and then backwards.
They kissed once more, this time with less shoving and arguing.
Despite how much Adele wanted to annoy the woman by taking a lock of her hair in her hands, she was one to respect other people’s demands. And Félicienne wasn’t going to let it slide a second time. Instead, she slid her hand up and took a hold of the noblewoman’s chest, running her thumb through the skin before squeezing.
Félicienne separated, giving Adele a glare. “Don’t be greedy”
“Learned from the best”
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Félicienne laid comfortably on the neatly arranged and clean bed, her doing, since Adele wasn’t going to fix that. Her annoyed frown and bad mood came from the clothes she currently wore, even after everything. A plain shirt and some shorts with stupidly comical patterning.
She was not that kind of lesbian.
Thankfully, the once forgotten box of macaroons served their purpose. The noblewoman simply laid there, taking a bite out of her macaroons while staring at the ceiling, scratching her neck where multiple marks rested. That would be a pain to hide. And to add to the list, her back and thighs stung, though knowing why, it only made a smile grow on her face.
“Can you not eat those on my bed? The crumbs are a pain to clean” Adele came from the living room, her plain t-shirt showing the disturbing amount of bites, marks and scratches she received. No spot was left without something.
What could she say? That stupid taxi driver was hers, and she can do whatever she wants with her.
“I believe everything is a pain for you to clean” Said Félicienne, stuffing another macaroon in her mouth.
—“Cleaning the bathroom was enough for me, I don’t want to clean the bed as well”
“Oh? You didn’t even arrange the bed, so I don’t see how that is my problem. You should be thanking me instead, that bathroom desperately needed to be organized”
“Hah,” Adele gave a small smirk. “So you’re going to help me with the living room too?”
Mid-bite, Félicienne surprisingly considered the idea before grimacing. “Eugh, in that mess? I would rather go a week without sweets than staying there a minute!”
“It’s not-” Adele gave a quick glance to the living room. “-... I’ll do something about it. Now, give me some space there”
Félicienne didn’t move an inch, forcing Adele to gladly fop on the noblewoman’s stomach.
—”Ow! Pardon?!”
—”Haha, you’re better than the bed!”
Adele dragged herself upwards, resting her head on Félicienne’s chest and receiving a sounding slap to the back of her head. The pain was great, but the comfort made it worth it.
“You are- Hmph!” A box of half empty macaroons was placed on Adele’s head, which was being used as a table. “Well, yes, I suppose my chest are quite the best.”
—”Definitely”
Félicienne kept eating, almost unbothered by the woman using her as a pillow, preferring to look smug at the fact she is so comfortable and soft. Of course, she is Félicienne Baron, the best of her family, how could people not find her breathtaking?
—”...Hey, Félicienne, can we-”
—”No, it’s my time to eat my macaroons, you are not going to take my joy away. Stay silent or I’ll kick you out!”
—”This is my house”
—”Not my problem!”
Hm, yes, exactly the kind of woman Adele desired… She should probably find a better one. Just a thought.