Dark Fairy Tales and Other Sexy Stories

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Dr. Piper simply smiled.

"Actually, I'm surprised you did so well," he commented. "You still made it five minutes early. An incredible feat considering this is your first time waking so early, this is the first time you've experienced the early morning rush hour of Morning New York, and you were up most of the night staring at my card."

His eyes twinkled. "Now, I assume you haven't eaten breakfast yet? Of course you haven't. Young folks today, thinking they can make miracles on an empty stomach. Well, come along, no time for dilly-dallying."

He guided her through his apartment, bringing her to a small, wooden table where a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast rested with a tall glass of OJ.

"While you're eating, I'll explain some things around here, what your schedule is going to be like, and, above all, the rules of my house."

As Melody ate, Dr. Piper explained how everything worked around the apartment. He told a little bit about what his technique was and the several exercises she would learn to keep her muscles in tune. The schedule was indeed demanding:

"6AM-Breakfast, 6:30-Warm ups, 6:45-exercises, 7AM-Musical selection, 7:07-practice...."

On and on he went, listing out everything in the day in an almost tedious fashion, as if daring the young Melody to give up now, for all hope was lost when she arrived to the door.

Finally, he went over the rules:

"My two rules are very simple, but the penalties are harsh," he said. "First and foremost, you must trust and listen to me. If at any point you're being pushed to a limit you think you can't reach, tell me and I'll show you just how far you can be pushed till you break."

He held up a second finger. "The most important rule, however, involves that door..." He indicated a dark wood door on the far side of the room. "That door is never to be opened by anyone other than me. One day, I may let you in, but only if that door is opened by me, understood?"

 

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Melody looked at him in confused awe once again, still lost on how the man did that. He knew so many things that he simply should not know! "How do you-?," she started softly, only for him to cut her off with the mention of food... and once again knowing that she hadn't bothered with it. "Well, I was- Nerves and... Um."

The things she found so awe-inspiring before were now rather... well, freaky. Still, she said nothing on it, simply settling at the table he directed her to, nibbling at the food he offered while he outlined the complete plans for the day.

Complete. By the minute. Detailed. Outlines.

She stopped with the glass to her lips as he ticked off every part on his fingers, a few laps from both hands as he explained it all. It finally came to rest on the table, the girl's eyes wide as she stared at him. "...A-All that?," She asked meekly, then cleared her throat, straightening in her seat. "I can handle that. Certainly. I can."

The look on his face seemed almost a challenge to uphold that, the doctor then going into details about rules of his home. Listening. Yes, of course. Pushing past her limits? Oh dear. Her throat hurt already with the thought of that-!

She reached up, rubbing at it gingerly with simply the idea of it, only to stop and look at him curiously as he mentioned... a door? Her eyes followed in confusion as he pointed to the wooden structure in question, his words firm as he explained that no one was to touch it but him.

"Yes, I- I understand, Doctor." She finished the toast on her plate, gulping down the juice, then wiped her hands and stood up from the table. Being told to stay away made her even more curious on the door now- but she tried not to show that. Instead, she smiled at him, standing straight and taking a breath. "Breakfast, done. So... according to your schedule, we're on to... Warm ups. The scale? Tongue twisters? I know a number of them from my mother...."

 

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The doctor laughed.

"No, my dear Melody," he said. "It is MUCH too early to start with things like tongue twisters. First, we need to loosen those cords some more."

He motioned her to the love seat in the living room portion of his apartment. As she sat down, he continued to explain. "Now, remember the trick I did with you to loosen your vocal chords? Well, after a night of sleep and food, they'll have begun to tighten again. So, first we need to loosen the muscles again before we warm up."

He pulled up a chair and sat across from her, close. "I'm going to show you what it is I did with you, and then you're going to do it to me."

He took her hands and placed them on his, guiding them to her neck. "Now, feel right there. Yes, that's it! Feel that muscle? It's very important you do this right, as it's right next to a major artery. Do it wrong, and you'll have a headache for a month. Do it really wrong, and you won't be able to sing ever again."

He began to gently massage the area, coaxing her hands to follow him, feel the difference.

"Think you got it?" he asked, not bothering for an answer. "Good, now try it on me."

He took her hands and gently placed them on his neck, right at the same muscle group. "Gently, now," he said, no fear in his voice.

 

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"Oh... Oh." Melody blushed a bit, rubbing at her neck. Right, yes. She was so wrapped up in thinking on how things were done at the theater- but the Doctor had methods of his own. She followed him into the living room, settling onto the couch he indicated and watching him curiously.

That massage. Oh, yes, she remembered that. How curious it had felt and how wondrous it had worked. It was going to happen again? She drew a breath, clearing her throat as he moved his chair over to her, watching as he settled in as well.
"D-Do it to... you?," She asked softly, hesitantly starting to draw her hands back. "Oh, Doctor, I'm not sure-"

He took up her hands, guiding them to a particular spot on both sides of her own throat. She watched his eyes curiously, worriedly, as he explained exactly what happened on the spots and where she was touching- and how important it was to do it correctly.

Right, as if she wasn't paranoid enough.

He pressed, showing her how to do it. She bit down on her lip, trying to copy the motions he showed her beneath his touch on her own skin- only to give a frightened little whimper as he guided her hands over to his own neck and waited for her to try on him.

Don't destroy this man's voicebox.

"Um-" She let out a breath, then slowly began to massage the muscles he had shown her, trying so hard to be delicate in her touch. It was so strange to feel the throb of his pulse beneath her fingers, the warmth of his skin... The strength of those muscles in his neck. She swallowed again, looking back up to his eyes. "Am.... Am I doing it right? I'm not- hurting you or anything, am I?"

 

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Her hands were gentle. Smooth. He'd expected that, and was only pleasantly surprised to find out he was right.

But the thing that really made him happy was that she had magic in her hands.

Only one time to practice, and she's got it right, he thought with a smile.

"Very good," he said, his vocal chords trembling under her fingers. "Very good, indeed, Melody."

He took her hands in his, patted them sweetly. "Now, for the next part." He leaned in a little closer. "The next part of this exercise involves your breathing. Your vocal chords are warmed up, so now all that's left is to make sure you can put strong, consistent power through your notes."

He leaned back. "This next part requires loosening up the muscles around your lungs, allowing them to expand. However, considering the fact that your lungs are hidden behind, well..." He indicated her ample chest. "I'll have to show you on me for now."

He positioned his hands like a claw on his chest, two semi circles around his lungs. "These are the core pressure points for the muscles in your chest. While the diaphragm is the main source for breath for a performer, it is however important to loosen this area as well. You want to be very careful and apply only a little pressure. Too much, and, well..." He indicated both their chests with a twinkle in his eye. "You'll sag worse than my Aunt Ethel."

He removed his hands. "Now, find those points again on me and apply just a little pressure."

 

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She beamed again at his praise, drawing her hands back as she noted the change in tension of those muscles. She was starting to understand more on how it worked, watching curiously as he explained how things worked for the next area to be massaged and loosened. At first she didn't quite get where he meant- only to give a soft "ohhh" as it finally hit her, giggling softly and nodding. Oh, yes, of course. He may be a 'doctor', but for him to, well- do that... Was a bit strange.

She mimicked his gestures, hooking her hands as he did, holding them before her as he demonstrated on his own body. The warning on what a mistake could cause made her laugh again, smiling at him warmly. Such a silly, strange man he was- he could go from eerily frightening to strangely silly so quickly.

But it also made her wonder- was he actually BEING silly, or quite serious?

"My turn." She reached out, placing her hands against his chest, massaging against him as best she could without knowing exactly what he had done. Melody smiled up at him, then looked back to her hands. "I can feel it again-! Like with your neck. The muscles... Not as tightened."

She smirked at that, looking back up as her hands started to pull away. "These are... These massaged are amazing, Mister Piper. I should use these on my mother! She'd no longer need a mic at all!"

 

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The Doctor shook her head. "No, these massages wouldn't do a thing for your mother," he said. "She's been a performer for decades. At this point, her muscles are already at their peak."

He stood up and went to the window. "You, on the other hand, need these...i guess we could call them treatments, just to unlock your potential." He turned and looked at her, then looked at his watch. "Time to move on. We'll practice these massages again later today, until it's certain that you've got it down. A few weeks of massaging, and your muscles will no longer need them." He glanced at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Well, barring any accidents."

He moved over to a grand piano next to the "living room". His flute case rested on top, looking for all the world like a lounge singer resting on the piano. He glided a hand affectionately over it, before pulling aside a music stand. "Now, comes the hard and fun part. Time to sing."

He indicated to an ancient ironbound chest. "In there is all the music that has ever existed in the world. Pick one, any one, and set it on the stand. We'll begin seeing how well your muscles are adapting."

He played a little melody on the piano while he waited, warming up his hands. Like his flute music, it was both haunting yet uplifting at the same time. He even sang an impromptu song.

"And don't delay, sweet Melody.
Time is short, as you will see.
For the one thing truly tragic
Is to waste the gift we call magic."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Oh." Melody smiled a little nervous smirk, looking back to her hands as he stood up. Yes, right. Mom had been at this for so long... With her luck, she would cause more damage than do any good. As if Harry wasn't pissed at her enough-!

The mention of her own 'skill' level caused her to glance over to him, watching as circled about the room a bit, as if contemplating his words and next plans. She nodded as he brought up the exercises only being needed for awhile, only to give him a bewildered glance at the added precaution of 'accidents'.

"A-Accidents?"

He seemed to ignore that, instead going to his piano and readjusting a few things over there, before gesturing for her to come assist and find some things for herself. She quickly got up from the seating, going over to peer into the chest he had indicated. Her eyes widened just a bit as she took in the contents- just as he said, every possible piece of music she could have even imagined.

She glanced back at him with a smile as he sang her a little song, laughing softly and pawing carefully through the stacks of paper.

Ahh, there. That one. She recognized that.

"Into the Woods.... I Know Things Now," She called, settling it onto the stand he indicated. Her gaze fell over to the magician musician, simply watching him from over the stand's edge. He finally gave another little nod, letting her know it was safe to start.

She drew a breath, standing straight and recalling all he had shown her thus far.
"Mother daid,
"Straight ahead,"
Not to delay
or be misled.
I should have heeded
Her advice...
But he seemed so nice...."

 

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He stopped playing.

"Focus on feeling the tone in your chords," he instructed. "How they vibrate as you're hitting the notes."

He resumed playing, giving pointers and instruction now and then. For the next four hours, it was a repetition of singing and occasional adjustments to her vocal chords, which Melody did herself. There were times when Dr. Piper would get frustrated, though.

"No, no, no, Melody!" he said once, slamming the lid shut on the piano. "You need to feel the muscles as they are in your throat like you feel them during the massage."

He turned away and went to the window, his head in his hand. The grandfather clock chimed twelve o'clock.

"Let's break for lunch," he said.

He brought out several different kinds of meats and cheeses and an assortment of rolls and bread.

As they ate, Dr. Piper continued to talk.

"Ok, well, a little rough, but you're doing very well, Melody," he said. "Even as I get frustrated, just know it's because you're so close to getting it. If you were far afield of what was expected, I'd probably be less agitated. But you always just miss the mark. You'll get it, eventually, but as a teacher..." he chuckled. "Well, I want to see my student do well."

He leaned back. "The comment about accidents was like, for example, you or your mother were in a car accident. Even if you only get shaken up a bit, your muscles will naturally tighten to absorb the shock of impact. In that case, you'd be back to square one."

"Now," he continued as they finished their meal. "We've loosened the throat, tried out your voice, so far so good. Now, you'll need to do the exercises for your chest that I showed you. Considering the, uh...positioning of where those muscles are on your body, you can either choose to do them privately in my bathroom, or you can just do them here. Whichever is most comfortable."

He held up a hand. "If you're caught in wondering whether you'll do it wrong, you can either stay and I'll supervise or practice on me first then be in privacy. Your choice."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Melody jumped slightly as he scolded her, watching him over the piano and frowning. "S-sorry, Doctor," she stumbled out, trying again and attempting to focus as he had said. It was hard, made even harder when each time she thought she had it, he told her it was yet again incorrect. It sounded so much better to her-! Sure, a little harsh on a few of the high notes, and maybe a little warbly, but-

Hours of this. Hours and hours until her throat was starting to ache. And more of him scolding on being so badly off.

She frowned and retucked the music as he dropped the cover, biting at her lip. "I really am sorry, sir... I- I am trying, I just can't seem to completely get out what you want from me..." She drew a breath as he went to his fridge, coming to stand by the table so she could see him. "I'm not giving up, though. Don't even think it. I do want to do this..."

She sat with him as they ate, Melody still watching him with that curiosity. This incredibly fascinating man... And there was still just... Something... About the way he played. Played EVERYTHING. He had already proven with the piano his musical talent was past merely his flute. He made all of it seem so.... Simple. His explainings on why he was so stern brought a faint smile to her lips, her gaze falling to the table a moment. "I'm... At least.. Close?," she asked softly, only to look back up as he took a moment on the 'accident' comment that worried her earlier. Oh, yes, that made sense. She nodded slightly.

The other massage method. She hadn't actually done that one, had she? She looked down to her hands, flexing her fingers, then back to him. It was a rather- 'personal' massage, but if it were something to help, she'd rather his help to ensure she did it right.

"I'll stay," she replied, standing up from her seat and trying to copy his hand positions from earlier. "Like- lile this...?," she asked, resting her fingers along the top of her ribcage, her palms cupping up along the sides of her breasts. "Then just... The little... Ohhh, I don't think I'm doing it right..."

She frowned again, shaking her head. "I think all the efforts to get those notes made me forget how to get it set up correctly. Will... Will you help me?"

 

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Dr. Piper cleared his throat, already feeling a certain muscle of his own tightening.

"You do realize what that will mean, right?" he asked. "I'm going to have to touch you. In a place that is sensitive to the female anatomy." He leaned forward. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

 

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"Yes, sir." Melody looked at him with a hesitant smile. "I just... I don't want to mess it up. With everything else that's happened with the whole song mistakes and such, I'd rather you show me how than do it incorrectly."

That, and she actually didn't mind the idea of the Doctor touching her. Even just the warmth of his hands on her neck had been... so different. It had sent such a shiver through her spine, an amazement right through her.

The man had amazing hands, and not only when it came to his instruments. What kind of notes could he pull from a woman's body?

She blushed slightly with that thought, quickly looking down to her own hands. "I... um. I'll try not to make you feel awkward about it, sir." She reached out for his hands, smiling softly. "Please?"

 

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Dr. Piper shrugged. "Ok, then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

He knelt in front of her, close to her. He raised his hands cautiously, as if trying not to frighten a wounded animal. He stared with almost clinical intensity at her breasts. Her gorgeous, full breasts.

He extended his hands outward, hovering in front of them. Picturing where the points were for relaxing the chest muscles.

And seeing if he remembered where a few "other" points were.

He gently placed his hands on her, his fingers forming a semi-circle that nearly encompassed the whole of her breasts. And then, he gently began to knead, press, and touch.

Her breasts were fantastic. Even with the layer of clothing, they felt...ripe, sensitive, full. As the muscles around her midriff started to relax, a key muscle of his began to tense.

Down, boy! Dr. Piper thought.

Getting into the massage, he adjusted his hands' position ever so slightly, targeting muscles groups that weren't for relaxation.

You could say they were muscle groups for agitation.

The more she reacted, the more emboldened he became. He wondered what would happen if...

As subtly as he could, he moved his thumbs until they covered her nipples and began a slow, easy, circular motion.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Thank you, Doctor...." Melody started softly, watching as he dropped down in front of her. The slow motions may have been meant to let her know he was trying to be gentle and cautious, but it started to make her more nervous- especially with the way he was looking at what was in front of him.

*He's just trying to focus,* she reminded herself. *Like when he plays his instruments... A good musician finds that... that mental Zone. Maybe you can find yours at some point with his help...*

She sucked in a soft little breath as he finally grasped his palms against her chest, looking back up quickly and staring at the wall opposite her. Doctor or not, that still felt- That felt...

Oh, wait, that felt good right there. Not.. THAT type of good. Relaxing.

"I think that's exactly what I needed," She murmured out, letting out the breath she had so quickly taken in.

His massage was a bit more than she expected, however. It drifted from where she recalled touching on him, starting to wonder on exactly if she had touched this far on h-

"Hnuh-!" She gasped softly, though swallowed hard. "S-Sorry... That was just- I... um..."

He didn't exactly stop. Simply readjusted.

Melody watched him now. His fingers were still acting as though they found an instrument.... Playing and exploring, looking for notes. She shifted slightly, trying to keep the little moan from coming out as his warm hands continued to massage her breasts. This was supposed to be helping, it was a good thing, it really was!

"Oh god," She whispered in a breath, realizing now that her nipples were starting to harden from his wandering touch, feeling them now press against the lace of her bra. Maybe he wouldn't notice.

Or maybe he would place his thumbs directly on them.

Melody couldn't help it at all with that. His fingers curled against her, teasing gently and massaging against the sensitive spots through the fabric of her clothing. A heavy whimper left her throat, her eyes drifting closed as she bit down on her lip.

 

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Dr. Piper smiled at Melody's whimper. It was good to know that he was working with a fine instrument.

He removed his hands. "There," he said. "That should loosen your chest up exceptionally well."

He rose, appearing unaware of his effect on the poor girl. "Now, shall we continue?"

The true skill of the performer, he thought. Don't let them get a moment to themselves.

"Time to pick some new music, Melody."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Melody almost didn't catch his words as he drew his hands away, still trying to keep herself from losing too much to his touch. She glanced down abruptly as she realized his fingers were gone, a quick redness hitting her cheeks as he called for her to find new music.

"Y-Yes, of course, right, Doctor."
She tried so hard not to stammer through that...

Returning to his chest of papers, she peered in, trying to take a moment to recover herself as she looked for something new. It was hard to keep a focused head on her task, but she finally managed to grab one that looked familiar enough...

"ThreePenny Opera," She noted softly, passing the paper over to him.

Try again.
Do better this time.
Focus on the tone and the vibration...

She glanced over to him, waiting for his nod before she started. "So long ago his soul and mine entwined
We shared out things together happily
I used my mind and I protected him
He used his body and supported me
To be poor is an illness
And this was the cure..."

It was rather hard to keep that focus she just tried to force upon herself, finding her gaze passing back over to the man every few moments, but she quickly recovered as best she could and stared instead at the music before her. No, don't mess this up. We're doing it, we're actually doing it- I think we're doing it...

 

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She's doing it, he thought. There were still some minor flaws here and there, but she was getting it.

"Excellent, Melody," he praised. "Excellent, indeed!"

He stopped playing, looked to his watch. "Wow! Time flies when you least expect it. It's time to call it a day, my dear."

He prepared dinner for them, light on the stomach but heavy on the taste. A repast to renew tired muscles from singing. "You're doing very well, Melody. It may be that you won't need the full month of training, after all." He smiled. "Though, it would sadden me to have to lose such a wonderful pupil as yourself."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Melody beamed as he gave her praises on her new efforts, happy to hear that she was finally starting to get it right. She was just about to turn and pick out a new song, starting to find there was a bit of a rhythm to his requests- only to have him not ask for it at all. She paused, peeking back at him over her shoulder, then to the clock. It really was getting late, wasn't it-!

"I suppose I should get headed home..." She halted again as he offered dinner, smiling softly. Certainly wasn't going to turn that down! She nodded happily, joining him in the kitchen and watching as he worked. Another happy smile came up as he complimented her on a day well done, only for it to slowly slip away as he mentioned possibly not needing the full month. There was no way she was THAT good-!

His added comment brought a laugh to her lips and a slight little blush to her cheeks. "Wonderful...? I'm not sure on that, Dr Piper. Though I am trying... And even when you were a bit strict, I know it was only to get me to pay better attention. I think it worked..." She laughed again, nervously rubbing the side of her cheek.

Her attention fell to the food he had made, picking up her fork and glancing back up to him. "You should let me take you to dinner tomorrow. I can't really cook too well, but I can certainly pick out a nice place...?"

 

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Dr. Piper's smile turned into a frown. "Ah, well," he stumbled. "I...wouldn't recommend going out anywhere." He hastily sipped at his drink. "In my line of work, you tend to be very critical of the food industry, you know?"

The conversation had to take a different turn, and fast. He had other reasons for not wanting to be out amongst the people. Temptation, for one...

Even now... he thought. It's just so tempting to...

He stopped himself. No! Not yet....not yet....

He cleared his throat. "Anyway, once you have finished eating, you can go home." He pushed his chair back abruptly, and paced toward his window, his favorite window. He spent a lot of time there.

"Of course," he continued, hesitantly. "Since you do have to wake up early every morning, I could...save you the time and give you a room here." He turned back to her. "It would allow for greater time for you to get accustomed to the schedule, make your improvements that much more lasting...."

The look in her eyes....He waved his hand to banish the thought. "You know what? Never mind. I'm sure you'd much rather be at home with your mother than with some dusty old rat catcher...."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Oh. Oh, right. I suppose places that have hired you in the past may not be too inviting for your tastebuds..." Melody tried to smile, but found there was suddenly a rather... Uncomfortable air hanging about. She'd hit a sour note without even singing, hadn't she? Playing with her plate a bit more, she simply glanced up as he told her to leave after eating.

Yeah. Really, really sour note.

She hesitated a bit more on finishing with that, watching as he pushed away from the table to go to the window. His sudden suggestion was a surprising thing, Melody looking over in shock.

Stay? With- with him?
Melody wasn't sure what to think on that, concerns on her mother's reaction to the whole prospect. She was an adult now, old enough for her own decisions, but still...

She debated it too long. Seemed too doubtful of it all.
His hastily spat out words quickly received a shake of her head, pushing her own chair from the table. "No, wait! I just... My mother, that's all. I would need to tell her, or she'd worry... I- I cut it so close this morning, and I don't want to destroy my chance. Please, don't send me off. I want to stay... Just let me call her. Please?"

 

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Dr. Piper nodded. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with. You can use my phone over there."

He pointed in the direction of the front door, where an old, rotary phone was mounted on the wall. It looked like something out of an old movie; the antique handset, the metal rotary dial, even the casing for the phone itself was hand carved wood. "You'll have to forgive me for not having anything more modern. I don't use telephones very much in my line of work, preferring to go door to door."

He locked eyes with her. "I do hope you're able to stay here tonight."

He let the words sort of sink in, before turning away.

Good, he thought. Give her something to think about.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Melody smiled, glancing over to the phone he indicated, only to give it a slightly bewildered look. How on Earth did she use that thing?

Oh, okay. She had seen a prop like this at the theater. Just need to...
Right, like that.

She peeked back at him as he explained the older model, smiling a bit and nodding. Made sense. Door to door was certainly more personable, and if he gave everyone the same example he had back at the theater...

His sudden locked stare upon her as his added words came through sent a little thrill down her spine. Something about the way he said that...

"Hello? Hello... Is anyone there? Who is this?"
"MOM!" Melody had almost forgotten she had called-! "Hi mom, I, um... I'm going to be staying somewhere else tonight. I just didn't want you to worry, okay? I'll be back home to get some things tomorrow. No, no, I'm alright. Nothing's wrong at all! I just didn't want to wake you with getting up early and all that. Yes, I'll check in, I promise. Good night, Mom. Yep, love you too."

She beamed as she set the handset back into its cradle, turning around and beaming. "She's completely fine with it!"

Well, she hadn't exactly given the complete truth on the matter, but... It was close enough to be a good truth.

His words still lingered, the way he had said them. He couldn't have meant anything heavier than simply keeping his pupil nearby, could he? It was almost like staying in a dorm room, wasn't it? Yes. A single dorm, by her single class. Nothing wrong about that at all.

She just had to keep telling herself that.

A new thought hit her.
"Oh! I- I don't have any spare clothing.... I should have thought about that..." She smiled sheepishly, glancing back to the phone. "I suppose I could call mom on that..."

 

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"Ah!" The Doctor said. "Well, that's...I'll admit I had thought of that." He walked over to a trunk by the couch. Opening it, he revealed several articles of sleepwear. Everything from a classic shift garment, to just an over sized t-shirt.

He smiled at her with a wink. "I tend to think things through. Feel free to use anything you'd like from this trunk. You could even wear nothing at all, if that were your preference." He said this with a chuckle, trying to brush it off as a silly idea.

"Anyway," he said. "I'll go get you some blankets and a pillow. Feel free to change into what you like. Just...Let me know when it's ok to enter again." With a wink and a smile, he went into his room to rifle through his closets.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Melody was once again surprisingly shocked by this man. He kept a chest of pajamas in his living room, but had to go hunt blankets? It seemed such an odd way of having things- but as she had come to realize, Mister Piper was a bit of an odd man himself.

Peering into the bin of clothing, she sifted through the folded layers of various clothes, straightening a moment to gauge the temperature of the apartment. A touch warm, comfortable...
His offer of sleeping in the buff came back through. She blushed at the mere idea of it. It was something she did at home on hot nights, peeling off pj's to lay naked in the sheets, but certainly not to roam the house- and certainly not in a newly met man's home!

She picked up the long teeshirt, trading out her own clothes to stay in just panties and the shirt that skimmed just midway of her thighs. "I'm all set, Mister Piper!," she called out, folding her own clothes and setting them atop the chest. "Thank you for letting me stay over like this... I'll try to stay quiet and out of your way, you won't even know I'm here..."

 

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I'll try to stay quiet and out of your way, you won't even know I'm here...", she said from the main room.

Oh, dear Melody, Dr. Piper said with a smirk, opening his flute case. He'd been sure to grab it on his way in. I'm quite certain I'll be very much aware of your presence.

He caressed the flute lovingly, marveling how, even in near pitch black, it still managed to give off a golden glow. It seemed to hum low at his touch, tempting him to use it. Use it for a specific purpose....

He closed the case with a soft click. No...Be strong, James Richard Piper.

He stepped back into the room.

"Silly me," he said, nonchalantly. "I forgot that they were just in the closet by the phone." He gave himself a theatrical smack on the forehead. "Where has my mind gone?" He walked over, pulled out a pillow and blanket, and presented them to Melody.

He observed her as she set up her place on the couch. The t-shirt was just long enough to hide what was important, but still gave an impressive view of her smooth legs. Dainty feet padded softly, moving almost in a dance as she straightened out the blanket, while soft, delicate hands fluffed the pillow. As she bent down to reach a little farther on the sofa, the shirt rose just enough to leave her legs totally bare, and even gave a small glimpse of a rounded cheek.

You are not making it easy on me, Melody, he thought.

"If you need me, just knock on the door, ok, Melody?" he said, voice low and a little gravely. He cleared his throat. "Hmm, excuse me. Might need to make myself a little aperitif." He walked into the kitchen and pulled from a cupboard a small, crystal flask that seemed to contain liquid gold. He poured himself a small portion into a glass. "Care to join me?" he asked carefully.