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He longed for you. Just the same as you did for him. It couldn't ever be something official. He has a reputation to uphold, and to fall for his assistant, of all people. Who is much younger as well.
“Terry, dear.” The man muttered.
The rain pattered against the large windows of the room. His Ozness’ bedroom was regal, as one would expect in the Emerald Palace. The wizard shifted slightly in front of the mirror as you took his coat, hanging it up. The sun was already down, and he had been working in his workshop for a while until you came to remind him to sleep.
“Yes, Oscar?” You only called him that in private. His closest companion, he confided in you, telling you all his secrets, including the titles he tried to leave back in Nebraska.
“You mean quite a lot to me.” He said.
You smile softly. "You mean a lot to me too, sir.” You try to contain your affection as you continue to care for him. His clothes were extravagant, a rich green to match the city, of course. You always noted how pretty he looked in them. You undo the buttons on his vest for him, and he shifts, a little flustered.
“I'd like a new suit soon.” He says, and you make a mental note of that. Dressing and undressing him were among your favorite activities as the wonderful wizard’s assistant.
You nod and hum softly in agreement. There's a bit of silence, but it's not uncomfortable. He gazes at you, admiring you. You were like his muse, his special pawn in this game of pretend he plays for all of Oz. You brush a bit of dust off his clothes before taking them all off, trying to remain nonchalant.
You dress him in his nighttime clothes, which are just as fancy as his regular attire. After you finish up your duty for the night, you look him over once and smile softly. “Goodnight, sir.” You say, unconvincingly, turning to leave the bedroom and go back to your own living quarters down the hall.
“Terry..” He mutters, grabbing your wrist gently. You don't even try to protest, returning back to his side at once.
You face him, and he brushes a bit of hair out of your face. “Your ozness, I should go to bed.” Again, unconvincingly.
The rain was coming down harder now, it seemed Morrible was getting bored of the constant clear and sunny weather.
“Would you keep me company for a little while?” He asked. He looked tired, sitting down on the large, and overwhelmingly luxurious bed. The wizard has an unreasonably huge bed, which wasn't for any certain purposes, but coming from Nebraska, here in Oz he could have the fanciest room he wanted in his palace. And so he chose this.
You sit down next to him. “Oscar..” You two lock eyes. The tension has always been there, but it's moments like these where it doesn't have to be unresolved. You lean in to kiss him, his mustache brushing against your skin. This has happened countless times before, yet nobody outside of the palace would ever know. Probably. The first time he kissed you was when you had first arrived at the palace, taking the position of his assistant. He took your hand, placing a reverent kiss on top of it, something nobody else had done before.
You pull away for air, gazing at his face. His eyes immediately dart to your lips again. Both your faces were flushed. He undoes the top part of your collar, your formal uniform a bit disheveled. He kisses your neck and shoulders ever so softly.
You stay like that for a while, holding him close and feeling his warmth while the chaotic weather happens outside. He lays back, and you rest your head on his chest. The wizard places a soft kiss on your head. He really does love you. He sees you as his dearest companion, the one he could fully trust. The wizard truly was wonderful.