“...You're getting too old to act like this, Mistress.”

Felix said quietly, you could hear the soft sound of him clearing his throat, looking down at you as your nightgown rode up in the process.

You had had another bad dream, and turned to him for comfort, just like you did when you were younger.

You both were laying on your bed, him holding you as you laid on him, seeking comfort from the reminisce of your nightmare. His warmth helped in the ebbing away of the fear.

He could see basically the full of your leg and thigh...and you could feel his breathing quicken slightly.

Dark, possessive thoughts swam in his mind. He knew it was wrong, but it felt right.

But he was a loyal butler, through thick and thin.

Your butler.