Rorschach Monster Boyfriend: Bricassart Part Two (special preview)

“It’s cinnamon something,” I rise from the bed and pick up my robe from the ground. “I’ll get your tea started as well.”

We have been meeting in my apartment at the TLK as of late, although we do enjoy the Red Room from time to time. It’s just that the Red Room requires room service while I have a full kitchen. As I am getting the electric kettle ready, Bricassart walks into the kitchen.

“It’ll be ready in a moment, you could have stayed in bed.” I scoff as he comes up behind me.

His arms slip around me as he presses his chest to my back. His lips then touch to my ear. “The bed is far too cold without you.”

I laugh. “You’re the warm one.” I turn around and he places me on the counter. As he kisses me, the kettle goes off and he jumps back. 

I try not to laugh as he shakes off the initial fright. “Just the kettle, nothing to worry about.” I slip back off the counter and pour him a cup. 

“I detest that thing,” he scoffs. “Sounds like a dying cat.” He sits down at the table as I serve him his tea. There is a wine glass still sitting there, the red residue left on the glass remains.

“Let me do the dishes,” he whispers to me. “The least I can do.”

I shake my head. “You pay me, least I can do.” I kiss him again. “Besides, after last night, I need a menial task to keep me humble.”

Bricassart bows his head and laughs. “I was worried the beast got the best of me.”

“I still feel like I have yet to meet this supposed beast.” I pour my cup of tea, setting the tea bag inside then twisting the stick around the handle. “As far as I am concerned, the only creature I’ve had inside me is you, Father Bricassart.” I smirk as I turn to him again. “Your holy artifact was in wonderful form last night, though.”

He grunts, his hair shifting colors suddenly. “I choked you with a rosary. There must be a line somewhere, Ingrid.”

“Our prayers were heard, weren’t they?” I reach out, tucking his hair behind his ear. “And besides, what we do here is our confessional. It only matters between us.”

Bricassart grumbles low in his throat. “As much as I want that to be true, it matters to a higher power. Every time I am with you, I break a vow, but I know if I do not have you, I could do something far worse.”

I sit at the table with him. He has made allusions and hints to his past, but he has never told me the full scope of it. As far as I know, he had self control issues. Visiting the TLK has allowed him to keep his hunger at bay and allows this supposed beast inside him to remain asleep.