Dasher & The Dancer - Christmas In Aspen [a specterverse christmas special]

Chapter SIX

🦌DASH🦌
Dasher Delacroix

...Christmas Morning - 2:30am...
~Northside~

There, beneath the strobing rainbow lights in the middle of a fancy living room that looks like Saint Nick himself had spewed every decoration in the city all over the walls, I had discovered the last thing I'd been expecting to find in the middle of a B&E..

I am both enormously pissed off at Noah for causing this cluster fuck of a situation and somewhat relieved that I had decided to be the one to take his place tonight..
I'd never forgive myself if my brother had done something to hurt her..
And now.. She'll probably never forgive me..

I can hardly believe my eyes as I stare down a dream, so beautifully surreal that it's impossible for me to believe she is actually here..

Or maybe I just don't want it to be real..

Because if this nightmare is real, then that means I really did just break into the townhouse of the woman I've obsessed over for a year now, and attacked her like some feral beast in the dead of night..

Fuck.. What a disaster..

But It's her.. It's really her.. The vivacious vixen who's seductive memory has sustained me all these months, the very last woman I'd been with, when her body became mine beneath the twinkling glow of stars on the Factory rooftop on Christmas eve 365 days ago..

Aspen is here, in this luxury Nothside townhouse, shivering in fear on the living room floor after being accosted by me.. Her petite limbs are bound by the string of lights I had used in to subdue her as she gapes up at me like I am some kind of delirium induced hallucination. "Dash? Is that you?!"

There's no sense in trying to deny it..
The job is a bust and I won't hurt her anymore than I already have..
I'm done..

"Yeah.." With a heavy sigh and a regretful ache in my chest I reach up to pull the hood from my head, relishing an unhindered breath of air before I drop it to the soft carpet beside me..
I can smell her sweet sugar cookie perfume winding its way through my head as I run a hand back through my black curls to brush them away from my face.. "I didn't know this was your place, I swear.."

"It's not.. This is my parent's house, you stupid fucking asshole.." She groans as she lays her head down on the carpet with an exasperated sigh, almost like she is relieved to see it's me and not somebody else..

A hopeful burn begins to spread through me as yearning warmth expands deep in my chest.. She doesn't seem angry..
Then again, she's probably in shock..