Chapter Forty-Two – R&R

Chapter Forty-Two – R&R

“It’s an unfortunate fact that humans can’t operate at full capacity at all times.

If you don’t allow your workers a minimum of time to decompress and destress, the quality of their work will sharply decrease.”

–Excerpt from Minimums and Maximums: A Guide to the Workforce, 2024

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I couldn’t remember most of the events of the afternoon. There was a shower which lasted until my entire body was a wrinkled mess. Then I remembered Lucy helping me dress (which probably explained why I was only wearing a t-shirt and socks) and then a blissful fall into a deep sleep.

I yawned, toes stretching out under the blankets. The screen-windows to one side showed that it was still dark out, maybe approaching midnight? It was hard to tell. I was never exactly a very punctual ‘up with the sun’ kind of girl, but I wasn’t used to waking up so damned early.

My arms rose and I spread my legs so that I was splayed out across the entire bed. It was nice. I might have been able to fall asleep again, but I had the nagging impression that I still had a lot of work to do.

Also, there was no Lucy in bed, which was somewhat discouraging.

With a bone-deep sigh I rolled over to the side of the bed, rubbed at my face for a bit, then climbed to my feet. I had to visit the washroom, which, as usual, was a great way to ruin any mood.

I found my power armour laying on a heap at the bottom of the shower. I vaguely remembered leaving it there. Probably for the best. It looked dry now, but I wouldn’t mind hosing it down again, just in case.

Exiting the en-suite, I shuffled out of the room. The penthouse was quiet, which was nice. A peek into one of the rooms on the way to the kitchen revealed a few of the kittens sleeping in a heap on one bed. Though I did find Nose was awake and playing some game. I didn’t particularly mind as long as he wasn’t being loud.

“Cat?” Lucy asked.

I grinned and looked up to find the most beautiful girl in the world waiting for me by the kitchen island. She smiled right back and pulled me into a hug. Not a sexy hug, just a warm, soft hold that made me want to melt. “Hey,” I muttered.

“There’s cereal and milk,” Lucy said. “And did you know that the theater room has a lock on the door?

I groaned. Sexier words had never been uttered.

Lucy laughed and squeezed me tighter before letting go. “Give me two minutes,” she said. I leaned against the island while Lucy scrambled for bowls and spoons, then tucked a milk carton under one arm and an entire box of Longb-os under her chin. “Come on, kitty Cat,” she said.

I followed after her, partly amused, and partly because I really was hungry. It didn’t stop my eyes from straying down to the way her hips moved. “Are you trying to strut?” I asked.

“Is it working?” she replied.

I snorted. “Not really, no, you look like a grandma that just had her hip replaced.”

Lucy sniffed, but she soon broke out into giggles. “Yeah, I’m still getting used to walking. I’m not ready for catwalks just yet, I don’t think.”

“I’d love to see you practice,” I replied.

She turned so that she could open a door from behind. “I’m sure you would,” she replied.

The theater room was the same place Daniel and I had dived into the matrix in. The far wall had a massive screen on it, and the room was filled with a few plush couches arranged so that they all more or less faced the screen.

“Sit, sit,” Lucy ordered. She gestured to one of the bigger, more plush seats.

I sat; the leather was cool against my bare legs, but I could live with it. Lucy filled two bowls with milk and cereal, then handed one to me before she paused next to the seat. It was a couch for one, but I couldn’t imagine her not sitting on or right next to me.

She sighed and placed her bowl on the seat next to mine. Then she reached under her t-shift and undid the front of her pants before dropping them. “Uh,” I said.

“It’s not fair that you’re the only one not wearing pants,” Lucy said before retrieving her bowl and sitting wedged right up against me. “Isn’t this better?” she asked.

Her skin was warm against my own, and I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. “Yeah, this is much better,” I said.

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It was a bit awkward to eat while Lucy used me as a seat, but we both managed to start crunching through what was no doubt the least healthy meal we could manage to make on such short notice. “So,” Lucy said after swallowing a bite. “Did you want to talk, or do you want to watch a movie and snuggle instead?”

“Hmm. I think… I’d rather relax, but I feel like I need to talk. Does that make sense?”

Lucy nodded. “Yeah, of course. Just don’t talk during the movie.”