"Anything you need." Fet helped her into the shower room, and then to sit on closed lid of the toilet. He turned to face the other way, not wanting to intrude, but also not wanting to leave her alone.
He wished he knew how to help more, and so he did all he could, turning on the water, low, at first, and only barely hot, then moving to idly stand, looking away. He would do everything he could for her.
Dutch stripped as soon as she was sure Vasiliy wasn't looking, stepping into the shower underneath the water stream. It felt good until it hit a bite mark. She winced, hissing slightly in pain, but she bit the bullet and decided to go forth with the shower. She grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather up. Once her body was clean, she did the same with the shampoo and her hair.
Completely clean, she rinsed herself and turned off the water. Dutch stood there for a moment, water dripping off of her.
"Could you hand me a towel?" She called out to Fet.
He almost turned when he heard that hiss, but he waited, then nodded slowly, breathing, waiting as he kept looking away, hoping she would be okay. When she was done, he nodded.
"Sure, doll." He grabbed a great big Fet sized towel and slipped it to her around the shower curtain, then got ready to help her out, once she was ready.
She patted herself dry and wrung out her hair, then wrapped the towel around her body. The fluffy terrycloth felt good against her skin. Dutch then stepped out of the shower and smiled tentatively at Fet.
"Like you wouldn't believe. I really needed that." It had felt like she was washing it all away. Everything that awful creature had done. Now she could start fresh. "Thank you."
She sighed and looked at Vasiliy somewhat awkwardly. "Do you have anything I could wear? A shirt maybe? Everything I had got shredded back there..." Her eyes fell to the floor. That asshole had destroyed her clothes.
"Good. We all need some hot water sometimes." He gently offered her his hand, to help her move, again.
"You're welcome. Anytime, Dutch." He offered her a half-smile.
"I have a few t-shirts or sweat shirts that would look like dresses, and drawstring sweat pants that maybe could be cut to fit,. Come on." He led the way toward his bedroom.
"Take your time." There, it was easy enough for him to pull out the clothing for her, then, once more, he moved to the door, looking outward.
Dutch smiled. She felt so lucky not only to have been saved by Vasiliy but to have been taken care of by him. Once in his bedroom, she let her towel slip to the floor. She picked out one of his sweatshirts and put it on. It was enough to cover her up, but she also put on a pair of sweat pants that were ridiculously baggy on her. They didn't exactly fit, but it was much better than being naked.
"You can look." She smiled, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. He was being such a gentleman. It was enough to make her fall for him all over again.
He smiled as he waited, he was more than willing to wait for her. She was a good person, and he really liked her, and he hoped he could help her find her way out of this again. He turned, and smiled to her, taking her hand gently and winking at her.
"You look good, as ever, Dutch. Hey. want something to eat?" He had some food he could throw on.
"That sounds perfect." She nodded. How long had it been since she'd eaten? Dutch didn't know how long she'd spent in that awful room with that awful creature, but it had felt like a long time and for that whole time she'd been without food. She also knew that Vasiliy knew how to cook well with few resources. Whatever he made was sure to be tasty.
Dutch gave his hand a squeeze. It made her feel safe, holding his hand. Was that ridiculous? That such a small gesture could have such power over her emotions?
"Good, come on." he led the way toward the kitchen, glancing back at her with a pleased smile. It was the one only she saw, the one with the barriers down and he grinned as he maneuvered them into his kitchen. A quick delve into the fridge and he was soon pulling her close to dump things into the big pot on the stove.
"Gonna revive my patented stew." Soon, hot and good smells were in the kitchen. "Sit, it'll be ready soon."
Nodding, she took a seat at the kitchen table. She watched him as he went to work. It was sort of interesting to watch him at work. Dutch considered herself a pretty good cook, but she didn't take to it quite as naturally as Vasiliy.
Dutch took in a deep breath through her nose. "Smells wonderful." She smiled at him. "Thank you for all of this, by the way. You really are a hero." It was said earnestly. She really believed him to be her personal guardian angel after all of the times he'd pulled her out of harm's way. He was a good guy. Someone she didn't really deserve, and yet someone she desperately wanted to deserve.
Fet blushed at her words, shaking his head. "Just not going to let you face this alone, Dutch. Can't change the past, but I can be here for the future."
He was really not planning on leaving her alone. He had lost her once, and nearly lost her for good. He wouldn't lose her again.
"Besides, you deserve the best." He smiled at her as he stirred, adding a little more spice, then inhaled. "Good. Almost there. Little bowl or big bowl?"
he broke out some water bottles from the fridge and put one on the table in front of her, then nodded.
His words brought a smile to her face. He really knew how to comfort her.
"Big bowl." She had the appetite of a lumberjack at the moment. Dutch sighed. "I'm glad you said that. I'd like you to be around for the future. I'd like to have you in my future." Her lips curled into a smile. Having him in her life was top priority at the moment. She couldn't imagine life without him.
She opened the bottle of water and took a long drink. "If that's alright with you, I mean..."
"You got it." He smiled and grabbed two large bowls down, then ladeled out the thick stew into them, and stepped over to her, placing their bowls down next to one another, as he settled at her side, handing her a spoon.
"I'm not going anywhere." He turned to her, and smiled softly. "As long as you want me... in any way, I'll be there, Dutch. Even if it is just as a big lump who makes stew." he wasn't sure what she meant, yet. And he didn't want to take advantage of her state.
When she was better, well, all bets were off, but for now? He would be good.
She chuckled, the first time in what felt like a very long time that she'd laughed. It felt good. Dutch took her spoon and took a bite of the stew, letting out a satisfied 'mmm'.
"You always did know how to cook." She smiled at him. "How is that? Most guys I know can't make decent ramen. They couldn't cook if their lives depended on it." Those were her friends, though. Always so dependent on takeout menus and their female counterparts. Before Dutch had met Vasiliy she'd been utterly convinced that men were hopeless in the kitchen.
"I've been on my own for more years than I can count. Truthfully, I couldn't cook for a lot of it, but I got tired of eating out. So I started learning, started traveling." He chuckled.
"I went a lot of places where resources were scarce, and I learned from a lot of people. Found ways to make things taste good, to use things I never thought would work as food. And I said I would never stop learning, right? So I wont." He nodded.
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Date: 2016-08-26 10:50 pm (UTC)He wished he knew how to help more, and so he did all he could, turning on the water, low, at first, and only barely hot, then moving to idly stand, looking away. He would do everything he could for her.
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Date: 2016-08-27 03:59 am (UTC)Completely clean, she rinsed herself and turned off the water. Dutch stood there for a moment, water dripping off of her.
"Could you hand me a towel?" She called out to Fet.
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Date: 2016-08-27 04:05 am (UTC)"Sure, doll." He grabbed a great big Fet sized towel and slipped it to her around the shower curtain, then got ready to help her out, once she was ready.
"Shower feel good?"
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:10 am (UTC)"Like you wouldn't believe. I really needed that." It had felt like she was washing it all away. Everything that awful creature had done. Now she could start fresh. "Thank you."
She sighed and looked at Vasiliy somewhat awkwardly. "Do you have anything I could wear? A shirt maybe? Everything I had got shredded back there..." Her eyes fell to the floor. That asshole had destroyed her clothes.
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:15 am (UTC)"You're welcome. Anytime, Dutch." He offered her a half-smile.
"I have a few t-shirts or sweat shirts that would look like dresses, and drawstring sweat pants that maybe could be cut to fit,. Come on." He led the way toward his bedroom.
"Take your time." There, it was easy enough for him to pull out the clothing for her, then, once more, he moved to the door, looking outward.
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:25 am (UTC)"You can look." She smiled, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. He was being such a gentleman. It was enough to make her fall for him all over again.
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:28 am (UTC)"You look good, as ever, Dutch. Hey. want something to eat?" He had some food he could throw on.
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:33 am (UTC)Dutch gave his hand a squeeze. It made her feel safe, holding his hand. Was that ridiculous? That such a small gesture could have such power over her emotions?
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:37 am (UTC)"Gonna revive my patented stew." Soon, hot and good smells were in the kitchen. "Sit, it'll be ready soon."
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:43 am (UTC)Dutch took in a deep breath through her nose. "Smells wonderful." She smiled at him. "Thank you for all of this, by the way. You really are a hero." It was said earnestly. She really believed him to be her personal guardian angel after all of the times he'd pulled her out of harm's way. He was a good guy. Someone she didn't really deserve, and yet someone she desperately wanted to deserve.
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:51 am (UTC)He was really not planning on leaving her alone. He had lost her once, and nearly lost her for good. He wouldn't lose her again.
"Besides, you deserve the best." He smiled at her as he stirred, adding a little more spice, then inhaled. "Good. Almost there. Little bowl or big bowl?"
he broke out some water bottles from the fridge and put one on the table in front of her, then nodded.
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:56 am (UTC)"Big bowl." She had the appetite of a lumberjack at the moment. Dutch sighed. "I'm glad you said that. I'd like you to be around for the future. I'd like to have you in my future." Her lips curled into a smile. Having him in her life was top priority at the moment. She couldn't imagine life without him.
She opened the bottle of water and took a long drink. "If that's alright with you, I mean..."
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Date: 2016-08-27 05:59 am (UTC)"I'm not going anywhere." He turned to her, and smiled softly. "As long as you want me... in any way, I'll be there, Dutch. Even if it is just as a big lump who makes stew." he wasn't sure what she meant, yet. And he didn't want to take advantage of her state.
When she was better, well, all bets were off, but for now? He would be good.
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Date: 2016-08-28 03:05 am (UTC)"You always did know how to cook." She smiled at him. "How is that? Most guys I know can't make decent ramen. They couldn't cook if their lives depended on it." Those were her friends, though. Always so dependent on takeout menus and their female counterparts. Before Dutch had met Vasiliy she'd been utterly convinced that men were hopeless in the kitchen.
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Date: 2017-04-02 06:21 pm (UTC)"I went a lot of places where resources were scarce, and I learned from a lot of people. Found ways to make things taste good, to use things I never thought would work as food. And I said I would never stop learning, right? So I wont." He nodded.