Chill bill

Author's Note: Nudity, again. It's not descriptive as usual.

"Care to tell me what 'Yes' means in this situation?" Samantha asks a more straight to the point question.

"It means nothing. Absolutely nothing." I say sheepishly. "Totally nothing. What else would Yes mean. Yes means yes and no means go, I mean no."

"Caesar, you're avoiding the question."

"What? No, I'm not! You're avoiding the question!" I retorted. My tone comes out more whinny than normal.

Samantha snorts. "You didn't ask a question."

"Oh, I got a question for you," I say mischievously. "What was that kiss?"

This time, Samantha is the one to sputter. "It's just a kiss."

"Just a kiss? Kind of like yes means yes?" I point out teasingly.

Samantha pushes her lips together, unable to give me an answer. She caves in. "I hate it when you do that."

I smile. "But you love me."

She brings me closer and holds me against her cheek. "I do."

She still struggles to say I love you back. She's not comfortable enough with me to say it or she thinks that I'm not ready to hear those words. She could be lacking love from me to confront her feelings, all of her feelings. Feelings she doesn't have to hide. Words she shouldn't hold back.

"Now, let's get this bath over with, okay?"

"Yeah."

Samantha takes a small plastic bowl from the kitchen and goes upstairs. She does her best not to jostle me while walking up the steps.

She runs warm water to fill up the bowl midway. She checks by poking a finger in the water to check how warm it is.

She pulls her finger out and gives me a thumbs up with a big smile. "We're all good to go."

"Great," I say. "Wanna help me get undressed."

Samantha chokes on air. "W-what?"

I snort, waving the girl's shyness off. "It's nothing we haven't done before."

Said stumbles and sputters over her words. "I... know. I'm still not used to it."

"Fair enough. I'm not used to it either, but the faster we get it done, the better."

Samantha agrees with a nod. She helps me pull off the shirt and boxer shorts then I unclasp my bra and wrap my arms around my chest once again. Samantha swallows hard and does her best to get a hand under me, but she shakes uncontrollably. The nervousness is going to kill her.

Finally, she gets me off the sink's counter and adjusts me in a way so she can slip me into the bowl without getting my cast wet or dropping me. Her nose scrunches up as she crams her fingers into the bowl. She props my feet up on the edge of the bowl and slides her fingers out.

There's a collective sigh of relief and the two of us can relax.

The bath goes very quick since we've done this once before. Samantha plucks me out and wraps me up in a hand towel. She doesn't let me dry myself off though. Instead, she does it herself.

I can feel the thumb rub against my back and the rest of my body, drying me off softly. I do my best not to show discomfort, but the fidgeting is a dead give away.

Samantha, though, doesn't pay attention to it and set me back down on the counter, all wrapped up in the hand towel. "Be right back."

She's gone for longer than I originally thought, but she does come back and helps me get dressed. The odd thing is she didn't bring me a bra to wear.

"You didn't grab a bra?" I ask as she slides on a new pair of boxer briefs for me. When she gets the garment past the cast, I pull it up the rest of the way.

"No, I thought it'd be easier to wear a shirt instead. We're not going anyway today anyway." Samantha says as she hands me a shirt and hoodie. The baggiest one she could find.

I pull on the shirt then the hoodie. Ahh, back in my natural habitat. "What are our plans for today?"

Samantha gets her hands under me and lifts me up. "Nothing. Maybe watch some cheesy shows or just talk. Does that sound like good?"

I lay down across her palms, putting my hands behind my head. "Yeah, nice and relaxing."

Samantha walks back into her bedroom and sets me down on the nightstand so she can grab her laptop from her desk and gets in a comfortable position. She signs into the laptop and pulls a movie service that's most likely not free.

Every movie is in a category. Action, comity, horror, thriller, romance, animation, old, new, and so on.

Samantha reaches over and plucks me off the nightstand, bringing me close to her body. She sets me down where her waist and stomach curl with the way she's sitting. She uses a hand to keep me from sliding onto her lap. It's a nice and comfortable spot.

"Are you comfortable?" Samantha asks timidly like she's not sure if this spot is okay or not. "If you're not then I can move you."

"Nah, it's perfect," I say with a reassuring smile. "If I fall asleep you can always move me."

"Okay,"

Samantha scrolls through a few movie topics, asking me if I'm interested in watching anything. I'm not dead set on anything right now, but I might be leaning towards comity and horror. Two movie genres on different sides of the spectrum.

"I'm not a big of horror," Samantha admits. "I... I'm a bit off a scaredy-cat." Hearing her confection makes me burst into laughter. "Quit laughing at me!" The teen whines.

I wheeze between little fits of laughter. "S-sorry! I... I... I didn't mean to laugh!"

Samantha rolls her eyes. "Sure You didn't."

I get myself under control long to apologize properly. "Okay, Okay, Okay,  I'm sorry for laughing at you."

The giantess sighs. "You don't sound sincere."

"But I am sorry for laughing at you," I say again.

"I'll take your word for it," Samantha says after a moment of silence.

Samantha continues to search for a movie the both of us can agree on. At this point, I don't care as long as it entertains me. Since it's better than being stuck in bed all day which is where I'm supposed to be.

"What about a Disney movie?" Samantha asks.

"Sure, since you can't get scared watching a Disney movie, why not."

"I didn't ask for your sassy attitude, Caesar."

Samantha clicks on a movie and the film begins to roll. I think she clicked on the Hunchback of Norte Dame, but I can't tell until the film begins with the opening of Quasimodo's mother getting killed and him almost getting tossed in the well. For a Disney movie that's pretty dark. To add on top of that, it's also a kids movie. Of course, kids don't understand half the things in Disney movies until they are older.

Like when Claude Frollo sings about killing Esméralda or making her his (I'm not going to elaborate any more on that). Weird how you get a different perspective when you're older.

"An oldie Goldie, I like it," I say, now laying against Samantha's stomach.

Her stomach moves forward when breathing in and sink back down when breathing out. I'm not bothered by it. If I was then I'd have to deal with it. I can't tell her to stop breathing. That's stupid.

I always love the old Disney movie classics. People like to point out negatives about the movies, but that's their opinion, I'm not judging.

Watching the movie goes smoothly until someone comes knocking at the door.

I look up to see the underside of Samantha's chin. "You order room service?"

"No," Samantha replies. "I didn't." The knocks come again.

Samantha sets me aside and crawls out of bed to answer the door. When opening the door, she breathes a sigh of relief seeing that's its only her butler, Daniels.

"Good afternoon, Miss Gains," Daniels says. He holds out a hand and releasing an object into Samantha's awaiting palm. "These are from your mother. She forgot to return them to the owner last night and she deeply apologizes for the wait."

Samantha looks at the object in her palm. "It's fine. Caesar isn't in desperate need of pants right now."

Daniels clears his throat. "Willow would like to remind you that... Caesar? Should be in bed and resting."

"Thank you, Daniels. Tell mom that Caesar is resting well. Have a good rest of your day." I can't see the look on Samantha's face, but I can tell by the tone her voice she's not thrilled to hear her mother's request.

Daniels bows slightly and leaves.

Samantha turns around, holding up a pair of pants. "You got your pants back." She plays off her feelings with a joke.

I'm going not to pry and force her to open up and tell me every little detail between her and Willow. She's clearly not ready to talk about it.

Samantha crawls back onto the bed and hands the pants over.

"Nice," I say looking to see if there are any tears or rips. I'll have to thank Willow later for not tearing up my favorite pair.

"Back to the movie?" Samantha asks.

"Yep,"