"Hey, honey..." You suddenly hear a woman's voice behind you, just as you turn around to find the owner of it standing in the doorway, close to the stairway leading down from the second floor. There's a soft melancholy to her voice, but she's still looking rather happy to see you. "You're late..."
Rarely being caught during your nightly raids before, and never at all by a human above the age of three, you can only stand dumbfounded as you have no idea what to say or do to explain yourself. If the woman in question would've reacted in a more natural way and just assumed you were some sort of thief and burglar, just like the guard dogs most usually does, then the whole situation would've sort of solved itself and you wouldn't need to think more than twice before jumping out the closest window!
But instead of chasing you out of her house, maybe with a kitchen knife or a frying pan, she just looks at you with that half-hearted smile on her lips while somewhat unsteadilly leaning herself against the doorpost. In fact, she doesn't even seem too demanding of an answer to her question, and she just keep talking with a slight slur to her voice that's not entirely just a part of her accent.
"Well, it doesn't matter really... I know that you've got rough days at work this time of the year..." She shruggs her shoulders a bit while letting out another soft little sigh, and only now do you realize she's completely mistaking you for someone else. Most likely her husband you figure, now that your brain's slowly start working again. "But... I just hoped you'd be home in time to say goodnight to the kids, you know..."
"Well..." You start, trying cautiously to apologize on her husbands behalf, while hoping that your voice won't give you away. Meanwhile you start wondering how she could mistake a complete stranger for her husband in a Santa-suit, but judging from the look on her eyes you come to the conclusion that she's more than just tipsy and also not wearing her lenses or glasses to boot.
Somehow you feel a sudden connection to this woman, as you're both standing there with a near empty glass of brandy in your hands, with her sad smile summing up pretty much exactly what you're feeling yourself. This in turn makes you look at her a little closer, and while you've rarely felt any attraction towards the human physique, there's just no way that you can deny there's a certain something to her that goes well with this emotional bond that you feel.
She's rather tall and slender, making it hard to believe she's given birth to a couple of kids, though with all the curves in exactly the right places and a definitive beauty to her sweet visage. Her hair is long and black, like the feathers of a raven, and cascading down her shoulders onto the skin tight red dress that she's wearing. The garment is long enough to just barely manage to cover her tighs, while making her voluptous bosom nearly spill out off the V-shaped front. It's near impossible to take a guess at her age, but unlikely as young as twenty, and impossibly any older than the double.
You know that you should be leaving immediately, before she's starting to get suspicious, but at the same time you can't help but wonder how long you'll be able and stay before she realize her mistake. In heart you want to stay there and talk to her, even if it means you'd have to keep the bluff up, but along with that idea comes others. Feelings that you thought to have long since put behind you, and certainly not all of them becoming of such a gentle and beloved figure as yourself...
But then again, who are you now to live up to such ancient ideals...? |