Dora Divine

She had been on her new schedule for about a month now and still hadn’t adjusted to getting up early, though that might have had more to do with her nighttime addiction than any change in her work schedule. She had managed to get up long enough to take care of Pansy and burn pancakes for a late breakfast before rewarding herself with a mid-day nap. Pansy was nearly a year old now, her first birthday was a week from tomorrow, so she was more than capable of entertaining herself safely in her playpen while her mummy snored upstairs. At least that was what Dora had told herself. By the time the tired witch managed to trek back down the stairs to check on her daughter, the worst had happened. The absolute worst! How one child could excrete such volumes was astonishing, and Dora was nearly in tears as she washed poop out of Pansy’s pretty, black curls.

Pansy might have gotten clean from her bath, but now Dora was covered in soapy water and either the smell was permanently stuck in Dora’s nose or there was something somewhere on her that she didn’t want to acknowledge. “Just sit right there,” Dora pleaded with the toddler as she set the little girl on the tiled floor wrapped only in a plush, white towel. “It’s mummy’s turn for a bath,” she explained as she pulled her top off careful not to let anything rub against her face as she disrobed. “No, Pansy. Just stay there. Stop.” Dora dropped her shirt on the floor as she dashed after the bare butted toddler who was crawling out of the bathroom, giggling and preparing for some form of mischief. Reaching the child just as the door bell rang, Dora gave an unattractive growl of frustration. Naked as the day she was born, Pansy flew into her mother’s arms as Dora headed down the stairs to answer the door topless. “Oh, thank Merlin. Take her.” Dora thrust the naked toddler into the wizard’s arms without so much as an explanation and turn headed back up the stairs to shower, shimmying out of her skirt as she turned the corner and disappeared into the upstairs hallway.

Thankful to have a second set of hands, Dora rushed off for a quick shower without even bothering to wonder what Toby had come for; no doubt he wanted a little something-something as always so there was little reason to stop and ponder his appearance. The warm water had only just managed to hit her face when a muffled knocking came from the bathroom door, followed by claims that Pansy had had an accident. Again. What was wrong with this child?! “There’s clean nappies in her nursery,” she offered loudly, hoping Toby could figure it out from there. She had already cleaned up one nappy explosion today, she needed no more surprises from little Pansy, especially if Dora had a sexy visitor for a few hours. Pansy’s nursery was decorated lovingly but had become a bit of a mess over the last year of it’s use. Piles of laundered baby clothes were left unfolded on the chair and baby books were strewn about the floor from where story time had been unceremoniously abandoned over several repeated attempts. The child had no interest for listening to a story, she just wanted to gnaw on the colorful pictures and throw the books around the room. Dora found it incredibly frustrating. The changing table, however, was stocked full of nappies and wipes and little bottles of perfumes and powders to make sure Pansy smelled as delicious as she looked whenever Dora dressed her up for an outing. Depending on the extent of Pansy’s accident, Toby might have need for a few additional powders or creams but Dora was certain he could be trusted to handle it for a few minutes longer as she ensured her own self smelled perfectly delightful and worthy of Toby’s interest for a moment or seven.

There was a chill that ran through the room as the bathroom door was opened but under the warm water Dora hardly minded it. Her skin prickled for a moment but she stepped back under the waterfall and soothed the goosepimples that had sprung up in that moment. She could hear Toby much more easily now that a wooden slab wasn’t between then and she smiled as she saw him beginning to undress. Good thing she’d done all the actual cleaning bits right away, so she could now feign that her showers were always a sensual activity as opposed to the escape from her beleaguered reality which they had become. She locked eyes with Toby as she turned in the shower, modeling her perfectly shaped bum for him as she washed away the last bubbles of her shampoo off her body. She counted silently in her head, one, two, three; wondering how fast he could get his trousers off and join her.

Either Dora was slipping, which she absolutely refused to allow to be the case, or else Toby was moving extremely cautiously. There was water on the floor, so that must’ve been his concern as Dora silently counted to a number she had not hoped to reach while waiting for him to join her – it was nearly double digits! His firm hands were cold against her skin as he pulled her up against him but they were both quickly swallowed by the warm water and each other. Her wretched morning was certainly turning itself around, and with gusto.

Dora steadied herself with a hand on shower wall, the other reaching behind to find him and bring him closer to her. The warm water fell on them, deafening her ears to anything beyond the luxurious bathroom. She hadn’t asked for clarification on what he’d been doing before joining her, whether Pansy was alright, or even what his original purpose in his visit had been. Forming complete words at that moment seemed like such a rigorous task, and her mind certainly wasn’t up for the challenge. She much preferred being there in the moment with him, letting him turn her body this way and that as he pleased. She enjoyed relinquishing control to him, doing as she was told. This closeness was the only thing missing from her relationship with Hunter but Dora imagined he would command her pliable body in a similar fashion. She braced herself on the wall, picturing the vampire between her legs where Tobias now stood. The image was exciting and she breathed heavy with passion into Toby’s ear.

Toby was good. He was neither earth shattering nor vanilla; he was a nice medium that allowed Dora’s mind to clear of all her baggage for a while, but she could still walk a straight line afterwards. She’d never kick him out of bed, or the shower as it were, but even picturing him as her vampire lover wasn’t enough to send her over the moon. He was a good distraction, if nothing else.

Toby soaped himself up and Dora sat on the little shower bench where she normally would have shaved her legs or stared off into the void. Today she had something to stare at, however, and no matter how middle of the road the sex was, Toby was gorgeous to look at and she happily got an eyeful.