'Why me?" Aden grumbled in his thoughts for the thousandth time. He must be the unluckiest man in all of history. A guy did not need a fussy, flustered girl invisibly watching over his shoulder all the time. Especially when he wanted some, uh... personal time. He groaned aloud at the thought, recalling just how long it had been for him. Frustration bubbled in his belly. He felt suffocated, constricted... bitter. And, it was starting to tell. He was getting more and more impatient with her; more and more resentful. He had to do something about it.
"What is it?" Sonja's voice chimed from nowhere, or rather, from wherever he was no matter where he went.
"Hey Sonja, do you think you could... uh... give me a few minute's privacy here?" He said, apparently to himself, as he was the only one sitting on his bed.
"Uh, how?" She countered flippantly. "It's not like I can just walk away without a body, you know..." He sighed.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry it's just... I... need to take care of something and... well, I don't think you want to be here for this, after the fuss you made about even just taking a bath."
"What're you talking abo--" She gasped shrilly as she figured out his meaning, "ADEN NO!"
"I can't just not do it ever again just because you're squeamish, Sonja! Aren't you the one who keeps trying to get me to go on dates with the villager girls? How would being with them be any better?"
"I-I wasn't thinking of that when I suggested it! I just want you to be happy for pete's sake!"
"Well, this dry spell is making me very unhappy the longer it goes." He grumbled. "Can't you just 'close your eyes' like you do in the bath?"
"This is different, Aden!" She shrilled, "I can't be here when you do... that and I can't leave either! You're just going to have to wait!"
"Wait 'til what? 'Til I'm dead, Sonja? We have no idea when or if we're going to be able to get you into a body of your own again. We really could be stuck like this. Do you seriously expect me to be celibate my whole life for you?
"Well, no, but... I just..." She trailed off and sighed. "I want you to be happy..." She said after a moment, more quietly. "So, if you really need to... go ahead. I'll try and pretend I don't exist for you..."
"Sonja..." Aden sighed. "I don't want you to not exist. I... really don't mind if you're here even for this. I trust you. I just feel bad that you don't have a choice. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, either..."
"Well..." She murmured, "I... think I can get used to it, if you're really okay with me being here." He exhaled slowly in relief and anticipation.
"Okay...Thanks." Aden breathed as he reached down and unbuckled his belt. "And Sonja?"
"There's no one else I'd do this in front of, you know... But not just because you can't leave."
She gave a surprised little squeak of an 'oh!'
If Sonja still had cheeks they would be bright red right now, Aden thought privately, smiling. And with that mental image he slid his hand down into his underwear and began to caress himself.