Thread: Maid for you... {Chasseybaby ~ deadmanshand}

The last couple of months had been good for Gideon. He hadn't realized how far he'd pulled into himself after the accident. How far away he'd pushed everything away. Evy had brought life into the house. Music, conversation, some basic care of the house so it didn't look like a bear lived in it, and more. To be honest he'd started to miss her not being there at night and looking forward to her being there during the day. He'd even started picking up after himself more. Gideon would say it was so he didn't feel bad about her cleaning up so much of his crap but he really just wanted her to have less to do so they could spend more time together. Those same months had seen him return to the weight room. He'd never fully lost his old shape but it had gotten rough around the edges. A few months spent with weights had begun to show some results. Shirts a little tighter across the shoulders. Neck a little thicker. Stomach working itself slowly back into the slab of muscle it had been. With great care - and a decent amount of pain - he'd even started working his leg again. It would never be what it was but it could be better than it had become. All in all things were looking solid. So when Evy had asked for the night off he had given it without a second thought. The way she overcompensated for leaving left a small smile on the once fighter's face. Cleaning the house twice was definitely unnecessary - he wasn't that messy - and the bowl of candy was just as unnecessary as no kids came out into the woods to trick or treat. Not that the snickers would go to waste. One benefit of no longer being an active fighter was that you could eat whatever you wanted. The diet was not a part of his old life that he missed. I'll be fine. Go have- fun was what he meant to say when she let out the curse against Mary. He felt a smile tug at his lips. When she came out the smile melted into something significantly less amused and more interested. She might not have been happy with the way she looked but he had no complaints. Other than a small one about shifting in his seat to conceal how few complaints he had with the costume. Well... I definitely wouldn't say hooker. But dressing you up as a sexy maid is like dressing me up as an asshole with a cane. It's not a costume, Gideon said before realizing what he said and running his hand over his face. Smooth, Gideon. Real fucking smooth. Her next words brought a jumble of reactions from him. Parties had never been his thing - too many people in too small a space - and the last couple of years had done little to change that. So the knee jerk response was to say no but that fell silent on his lips. The distress in her voice wrenched at him while the thought of strange men groping her brought a rush of jealousy boiling through his veins. The last was not expected. Don't worry. I won't let anyone molest you that you don't want to. I might not be much good in a cage but I'm more than good enough to fend off drunks at a party, Gideon said pushing himself to his feet with the aid of his cane. Despite a twinge of pain he flashed her a smile. It'll be fun. I'll finally get to see some of your art, have a few drinks, and finally meet your friend Mary. Just let me change into something more appropriate. Upstairs he took a moment looking through his closet. Party wear he still had but that wouldn't fit a Halloween party. Costumes were in short supply. But then a brief twisted grin split his face and he knew what to wear. When he came back downstairs he was wearing a pair of fight trunks, handwraps, a knee brace doing double duty as both brace and hiding the last bit of scar tissue, and one of his t-shirts that just read 'You're either David or you're Goliath'. What do you think? I think I pull the costume off well, Gideon said with a faintly self mocking tone but there was some genuine amusement in his eyes.