Sweety finished tidying Alex's bedroom and glided out the door. She seemed to move with an inhuman grace. Hands clasped together down in front of her waist unless she was actively using them. Her hips swayed smoothly back and forth as she walked but her upper body stayed straight and steady. Her feet seemed to barely touch the floor with only her balls and toes touching the ground with a soft, quiet "pat". Alex was so focused on how she moved he didn't realize she was leaving the room till she disappeared around the doorway into the hall.

Alex and Lucy dashed out the door after her to find her already descending the stairs. She may be small, he thought, but she is amazingly fast. The two peered over the bannister to see her shuffling about, straightening up with only soft clunks of things she moved and the little "pit-a-pat" of her bare feet. She vanished into the kitchen causing them to hurry down the stairs, only to have her emerge again by the time they got to the bottom. She had rags and sprays and was now cleaning various surfaces. She somehow already knew where they kept the cleaning supplies.

Alex stepped over to the girl as she was wiping down the coffee table. He placed his hand on hers, causing her to stop mid-cleaning. "You… don't really have to do that." He said.

The girl quickly wrapped her free arm around his waist and laid her head on his chest, "I am keeping your home for you, Master. It needs to be in a state worthy of you."

Alex's cheeks were flush, "what…what are you doing?"

"Listening to your heart beat, Master." She said softly, closing her eyes. "It is my most favorite music."

The room was silent for an uncomfortable few minutes When Lucy broke in, "You know, I do have people come in twice a week to clean. But, you know, if she's going to do it for free…"

Alex shot his sister and angry glance, "we will not be keeping a slave, Luce. I can't believe you would even consider it."

"What?" Said Lucy with an incredulous look, "she wants to do this stuff. Alex, she is literally MADE to do these things."

Alex looked down, noticing she was still clinging to him and began to feel his pants getting uncomfortable, which made his body heat rise.

"Master," she said softly, looking up at him. She ran her hand gently across his cheek.

"You are in distress. Let me help you with that."

"Not to mention, that." Lucy added in a side mouthed mumble.

Alex closed his eyes, trying to take his mind off her softness, and the heat of her proximity. "No, Sweety. That isn't necessary." He took her hand and moved it back down to her side.

Sweety immediately went back to cleaning. She quickly finished the table and moved on to another surface.

Lucy stepped up to her brother as he watched the familiar putter around, "I don't know how you do it. Every guy I know would have bent her over the couch by now."

"That's because every guy you know is a selfish jerk." He retorted.

Lucy watched her as well for a second in thought and replied, "true." She walked away toward the stairs to change out of her gym clothes. "Make sure she gets the bathrooms too." She didn't bother to look back and see the angry look she knew her brother was giving her.

Alex eventually returned to his room, letting Sweety do whatever she felt she needed to do to serve him. He couldn't seem to stop her, and it did keep her from trying to be his sex slave. Lucy was wrong though, he did want to. God, did he want to. And Sweety could obviously sense he did. Or feel him want to, or something. But he had a knot in his stomach at the thought of it. She was completely submissive to him. Obedient. She had to obey, and because of that she really didn't have a choice, did she? Would he be taking advantage of her? Would he be forcing himself on her? Did that make him a selfish jerk, like those Neanderthal guys that followed Lucy around, just for considering it?

Alex moved his hand and fingers in complicated patterns ending in a swiping motion to his left and a chess piece slowly slid along the top of his desk. "I can do that one." He muttered to himself.

A few more complicated movements and he touched the tips of his fingers on his right hand to each other. As he drew them apart from each other a bright, glowing kind of mist formed in his hand, like neon inside an old diner sign. Grandfather's book called it the Luminos Plasmos. He opened his hand completely and it disappeared. "And I can do that one."

Alex gazed out his doorway where he knew Sweety must still be bustling around downstairs, "and I am obviously capable of summoning a familiar." He closed the book and let his head thump down onto its cover. "So what did I do wrong on the others?"

As Alex sat there, beating himself up inside, he became aware of a smell making its way up onto his room. It not so subtlely informed him he was hungry. He sat up, sniffed and followed it out into the hall. He slowly made his way down the steps and into the kitchen where he found the girl in front of the stove. She still wore his shirt but had tied the apron over it. She had pots and pans on the stove and the little kitchen table set. He had a plate of pasta waiting on the table and Alex couldn't deny it smelled familiar.

Sweety turned her head to look at him. "I sensed you were hungry, Master." Alex sat down and picked up a fork. Still staring at the food like he had never seen food before.

He then took a bite. It tasted like a dish he had eaten before. Like from a small restaurant in Italy they went on a trip with his parents. In fact the more bites he took, the more he was sure it didn't taste like the dish, it was the actual dish.

Lucy strode into the kitchen, showered and changed, and sat down opposite Alex. "Since when do you take the initiative to order dinner?" She asked.

He looked at her still wide eyed, "I didn't." He nodded his head toward Sweety.

Sweety sat a plate in front of Lucy, and the redhead looked at it with a bit of trepidation. But it smelled good. In fact it smelled wonderful. She took a bite and was instantly back in the restaurant in Italy with Alex and their parents. Her eyes went wide and she looked at Sweety and back at Alex. "No way." She said, mouth partially full. "No, no way. You ordered Angelo's, and.. "she slowed as her line of logic failed her while still in her head, "...somehow… had it delivered from…Italy." She looked back at the small magical girl. And again back to Alex. "How?"

"I felt what Master desired to eat and I tried to replicate how he remembered it tasted." Answered Sweety, before Alex could speak. "Is it acceptable?"

Alex looked at the girl, her eyes wanting, hungering for approval. "It is perfect Sweety. Thank you." She walked over to him and crouched next to his chair to place a bib into his shirt, dab a spot on his cheek with a napkin and give him a peck on the cheek where the sauce had been. She then tiptoed to the refrigerator and brought Lucy a glass of wine and her master an orange soda.

Alex stood up as she started to walk away. "Sweety," he called out as he pulled out the third chair, "aren't you going to sit and eat?"

"I do not require food to eat, Master." She said walking back to him and wrapping her dainty arms around him again. "I am able to if you ever wish me to," she once more laid her head against his chest, "but I only require your love to sustain me."

"Free maid service and we don't even have to feed her." quipped Lucy thoughtfully "wait, does that mean she doesn't use the bathroom either?"

"Lucy!" Cried Alex, "not something that needs discussion."

"What? I'm suddenly splitting the house with another female and I don't have to share the bathroom? You have no idea how awesome that is."

"I suppose if Master ever wishes me to eat something I would eventually have to?" The girl said, confused at the line of inquiry.

"Damn." swore Lucy, "Well, it was a nice thought, I guess."

"If neither of you require more I guess I should put away what is left " Sweety moved to the stove to put away the leftovers.

After dinner Alex and Lucy moved to the living room to engage in their weekly grudge match on his game system. They could hear Sweety washing the dishes and she would occasionally pop onto the room to bring them things to drink.

"Ok, I'm sold." Said Lucy as she attempted to get her Muay Thai fighter closer to Alex's character. He once again picked the guy who dual wielded whips. He knew it kept her at a distance as she always picked fighters that murdered him if she got in close. "We are definitely keeping her."

As Lucy tried to break into his defense with a high jump Alex set his fighter into his whirlwind spin knocking her back once again. "We are not going to take advantage of her." He said flatly. It was firm and commanding, a tone she never heard from her little brother before. The kind of tone her father would use. "We will not treat her like a slave, or a tool…" he stopped pushing buttons on his controler alowing Lucy to take out his fighter before she realized he was no longer playing, "or a toy." The look on his face said everything. Lucy knew he was having trouble not thinking of her in a certain way, and the guilt was killing him.

Eventually Alex had to prepare himself for bed. He wanted to take a shower first and it took great perseverance to convince Sweety he didn't need her to wash him. He could swear the look in her eyes when he closed the bathroom door was almost heartbreaking.

Alex climbed into bed while Sweety had busied herself with more housework. He sighed deeply, wondering what he was going to do. She was sweet, innocent and maddeningly beautiful. He didn't know if he could go on resisting her. If he gave into her the guilt would kill him and if he didn't he felt he would go mad.

He had started to doze when he felt the bed shift. On the bed, by his feet, Sweety kneeled. In the dim room Alex realized her aquamarine eyes weren't just bright, they actually glowed. They gave off a soft light of their own from within. He thought, at first, that he should find that creepy but somehow it seemed to make her even more lovely.

"Sweety, what are you doing?" He croaked, tiredly.

"I want to help you go to sleep, Master." She whispered. She crawled over to him and lifted the sheet. She slid inside and curled against him, the little spoon to his big. He tried to begin objecting, but he felt her against him. She was soft and warm. She pulled his arm over her waist and held his hand tight in both of hers like a scared child wanting to be held. Somehow, he felt it comforted him more than her. Like he was somehow drawing strength from the act of shielding this fragile and lovely creature. Her need for him gave him strength, to protect her and nurture her. He dozed off feeling stronger and more content than he ever had in his life.