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“So you want the duke of the Fortress of Meropide—often considered a prison—to… confine you?” Wriothesley looks at you with some incredulity from the other side of the bed.
You nod. “That’s one way to put it. I just like the idea of being in a cocoon of some sort. It’s like having a weighted blanket, but all around me.”
“Still though… that’s functionally confinement. I reserve confinement for the inmates in the Fortress; I don’t confine my lover.” He seems a little uncomfortable with the idea. But you look at him with the best puppy eyes you can muster. He sighs. “Alright, alright. Let’s just try it out, then.”
You smile broadly. “Thanks, Wrio. You’re a sweetheart.”
“You are too,” he says with a bashful smile as he leaves the bed. “Lie down on the edge of the blanket,” he commands. You obey and he moves over to your side of the bed. “I guess now I just… roll you over?”
You nod again. “Make it as tight as possible,” you say.
He starts rolling you in the blanket. Following your instructions, he does it quite tightly. When he’s done and you’re on Wriothesley’s side of the bed, you feel completely enclosed. You can’t move a muscle.
“How is it?” he asks.
“Comfy,” you say with a smile. “Thanks, Wrio.”
He seems to soften. “I’m glad you enjoy it.” He walks to the wardrobe and takes out another blanket. You follow him from the corner of your eye. He gets back to you and scoots you over, clearing his side of the bed, and puts the blanket over the bed. Then he gets back into bed and wraps his arms around the cocoon. His arms further tighten the blanket around you. “I suppose you’re a body pillow now. Perfect for me to squish while I doze off.”
You giggle softly. “You’re such a softie, Wrio.”
“I am,” he affirms. “I am, when I’m with you.”