Word Count: 450
Prompt: #37 Birthday
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The days had slid into weeks and her routine expanded from training in the mornings with Rain and the rest of the team to include afternoons with Ashford and his uncanny ability to focus her mounting energy into different areas of study that she actually found interesting. Forcing her to use more than just her body and with the addition of mental stimulation and the attention of someone that didn’t make her skin crawl whenever she was in close proximity, she found herself slipping more comfortably into her daily routine.
She pulled herself free from her bed and the mound of covers she piled on to keep at bay the chill that eased its way through the closed windows every night. Her bare feet struck the carpeted floors, toes curling against the oddly comforting material and she rose. The last of the flannel sheets falling away from her nude form and her gaze locked on the dresser and the few frames scattered across the top as she made her way forward.
She stared at the shining smiles in those photographs, frowned down at the unfamiliar faces. The few pictures with her actually in them were stark and posed. Her shoulders lifted with a sigh as she tugged open the top drawer and still found herself disquieted by the fact that everything in her wardrobe fit. There was nothing too tight or too loose such as a worn tee shirt kept around as a memento. The lack of clutter in her apartment just felt wrong, as if she were missing things.
Her hand shifted through the lace and silk in the drawer and her brows pulled together, lips puckering with how delicate her undergarments were. It seemed odd that her job and responsibilities were so physical and yet she lacked a bra that gave support without attempting to push up her meager chest. With a mental shrug she pulled out a pink and blue geometric design pushup with a solid blue pair of panties that matched.
Undergarments hanging from her fingers she turned to her closet and began the arduous task of readying herself for alone time with Cain to pick out a gift. Angela’s twelfth birthday was that coming weekend and she had been invited to the party and promised an interesting time by Dr. Isaacs. She was still uncertain if Isaacs’ version of a goodtime and hers would mesh but since she had been spending so much time with Ashford, he and Angela had requested her attendance.
Her instant connection with Angela and the bond that had followed seemed to transcend age. It was interesting and disturbing, as so many things in her current life were want to be.