Silvio Ricci - Maid Event Epilogue
I’ve said it once I’ll say it a thousand times - this is my amateur attempt at summarizing things for your entertainment. There will be mistakes, but hopefully there will be enjoyment too. The event summary itself leading up to this can be found here!
(An aside: they’re bathing Japanese style in this, so Silvio gets washed up outside the tub before entering it to soak once clean!)
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On the day she was ordered to be Silvio’s maid…she never suspected the hardest part of her job would be the last task of the night.
In silence she scrubs his hair, thinking back on how she’d gotten herself into this mess with an offhanded comment.
She can’t believe this is happening, least of all given how Silvio loathes being touched. But he seems totally unperturbed now, as if he can suppress his discomfort if mentally prepared. Not embarrassed or shy at all.
She’s the only one flustered now, and it’s a bit weird.
“I’ll rinse you off,” she tells him, scooping some of the hot water from the tub and pouring it unceremoniously over his head. Less of a ‘rinse’ and more of a dousing.
“Seriously, you’ve got no finesse,” Silvio complains.
“It got the job done, I don’t see the problem,” she fires back.
He merely sighs, raking back his wet hair, and she startles. There’s a languid air about him thanks to his exhaustion, and with his hair brushed back he looks almost like a different person.
She can’t even look directly at his face, as beautiful as the finest of gems. Too overwhelmed by the raw sensuality of it all, his sheer sexy levels off the charts - she’s silently begging whatever powers that be to hurry up and release her from this special hell.
“I washed your hair and your back. I’m done!” she exclaims.
“That’s for the master to decide, not the maid, right?” he reminds her. She asks if he’s not satisfied yet, and he agrees - he’s not done with her services.
She lets out a shriek as he stands up from his seat and climbs into the tub, dragging her in along with him. Her brain sputtering through attempts to catch up. “Wh-what are you doing?!”
He points out it’s fine, it’s not like anyone’s totally naked, but his answer doesn’t mollify her at all.
“No, this is not fine, this is insane!” she cries.
“Don’t ask for common sense from royalty,” he tells her on a smug smirk. “I am the rule.”
Fuming at the absurdity, she tries to get out of the tub but is immediately snagged about the waist and stopped. She freezes, painfully aware that other than the flimsy towel wrapped around his waist, Silvio is totally naked behind her. The warmth of his body she can feel even through her soaking wet maid outfit setting both her heart and the pit of her stomach aching.
What is this? What is this harassment?? She knows she acted pretty cheeky towards him…it makes a certain sort of sense to assume this is his revenge. She curls in on herself as much as possible, trying to keep as much distance between them as she can.
Behind her, Silvio bursts out laughing. “Finally a bit cute, huh?”
She doesn’t dignify that with a reply, only scoops up some of the hot water and pours it back behind her, to his irritation, and they go back and forth about a lack of tact and consideration. Until Silvio finally surprises her by grabbing her head, leaving her wondering how exactly to get herself out of here.
She’s burning up.
“Well…gotta admit, you really came to the rescue today,” he finally says, to her surprise and confusion. “It’s true there wasn’t enough servants. I could have hired someone from Rhodolite, but…I’d rather hire you than some other woman.”
She’s struck dumb, wrapping her head around that.
“You did surprisingly decent work too. Even if you were so nervous you were all tense,” he finishes on a tease.
“...Please, forget that part,” she begs.
He laughs. “Who’s going to take orders from you?” His wet hands muss her hair. She’s certain she must look a bedraggled mess right now, but Silvio doesn’t seem to mind. “If you lose your job, I can hire you as my maid.”
She can’t stand the way she knows her face must be incandescent right now. Having had all her hard work recognized by him - who wouldn’t be happy about something like that? Despite being mercilessly overworked, she did her best, and she’s proud and pleased to have her efforts acknowledged by a prince of his abilities.
She’d been reluctant at first, but because Silvio obviously took his official duties so seriously, it made her want to help out too. It would be a peaceful way to cap off this day, if she could just honestly share those feelings…
“Th-thanks but no thanks,” she fires back.
Silvio scowls. “Huh?”
“I would never want to be your maid!”
Silvio is right, she’s not cute, she has no charm whatsoever, she thinks…because all she can do is scramble for harsh words to hide her embarrassment. But that’s just who and how she is.
His scowl fades though into a knowing smile. “Got a pretty big grin on your face for someone saying something like that,” he points out, to her dismay.
He takes ahold of her chin and lifts it. From hardly a whisper away, his breath feathers across her cheek and she’s lost in his sea-blue gaze. Neither of them moving, locked in the moment as if time had frozen.
Both of them seemingly taken by surprise by how close they actually are now.
Water drips down from his pale blue hair, wetting his skin, and those eyes that seem to hold the ocean flicker slightly. As if filled with heat.
She can’t take another single second of this.
“I-I-I’m…s-so-sorry!” She stumbles and stutters through a frantic apology as she shoves Silvio away, startling him, and takes advantage of the moment to scramble out of the bathtub. “Enjoy your bath! Goodnight, Master!”
“Hey…!” Silvio shouts after her, stunned.
But she races out of the bathroom and does her best to try and calm the heart that currently seems to be attempting to yeet itself out of her very mouth.
What was that just now?!? She can’t take this.
Still drenched from the tub, she slides down the door to a seat on the floor in front of it, trying desperately to deny that a tyrant could do something like this to her. Best just to forget about to day entirely - nothing happened, her heart never raced. Clearly….clearly…this was all just because she was taken by surprise.
“Seriously….what am I doing?” she asks herself aloud.
“What am I doing?” Silvio asks himself in exasperation, unbeknownst to her, on the other side of the door.
Neither of them even remotely aware that the sighs they both heave are in perfect unison.
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