When the wind blows

Chapter 28: Just Let Go

Aslan Myers

My eyes blinked slowly open and the flash of the room light hit them. Immediately I clenched them back together, but just as I did so the sound of deep snores were the first sound I heard. A heavy weight on my leg was the first thing I felt. A strong familiar and homely scent that I loved so much was the first thing I smelt.

I opened my eyes again, looking around the room. A room I grew fond of and all it held. The king sized bed I laid on in snug not only held me but a grey haired Xhristian who laid on my thigh in slumber. The sight was adorable and something no one has ever seen before. He looked at peace, all his features soft.

I couldn't help but to bring my hand up to trace his beautifully shaped brows. Then down to the red plumped lips of his. It wasn't long before he felt it and blinked his eyes awake.

A look of relief and pure happiness flashed through those eyes of his. In seconds he jumped up and came directly to my side to hold me tight. A small chuckle escaped my lips at how vulnerable and open he seemed.

"Xhristian?" I called him, but as his head disappeared into my neck he only mumbled. "I'm okay." My fingers rubbed through the mess of hair on his head to find him some relief, but he only held tighter. I sighed out giving him the reassurance he needed before I lifted his head. "I'm okay." I repeated.

"No, Aslan. You're not okay."

"I'm fine." I pestered again hoping he'd stop.

"No—"

Something inside me appeared and before I could process what I was doing my hand grasped his jaw. "I. Said. I'm. Fine." Maybe it was my voice or my eyes or overall me, but Xhristian paused. His head tilted, analyzing me.

I was fine though.

I remembered last night completely, but I wasn't fazed. I was perfectly fine.

It was as if the moment I fainted made me feel a sensation I've never felt, a mindset I never knew. There were so many things running inside my mind at the time that my head was screaming, but then they all stopped.

I'm fine, just maybe not the same.

I climbed off the bed and directed myself to the bathroom. In the mirror, I couldn't see old trauma, just scars. I felt...reborn.

Suddenly, Xhristian appeared at the doorway. He walked over to the wall beside me and leaned against it. "It feels good doesn't it?"

"What does?" I asked.

"All the pain vanishing into then air. You can't feel it can you?" In a small whisper tone he continued saying, "She's banging on the door?"

Abruptly the sounds of knocking started to pound in my head, growing louder by the second.

"She wants to get out."

I look to the mirror and there I am banging on the glass, only it wasn't me. She begged, screamed, pleaded. However, she was stuck in the mirror.

"Let her feel it. Bring her back, it's okay."

"But she'll be traumatized. She can't handle all of that pain. Suffering. She'll die." I cried out. Sounds of screeching had my ears wanting to bleed.

"She's tougher than you think. Just break the glass."

"How do you know?"

He suddenly grew closer, standing behind me. His arms came around and secured me tightly. "She has you now......my femme fatale."

The glass began to break, more and more and.....

I jumped up from the bed in a screaming fit. My heart pounded out of my chest, my ears rung, and everything around me was dark. "Aslan." I heard my name. "Aslan!" There it was again much louder. "Come on princess."

My eyes opened and welcomed the light. My breathing was irregular but I stopped screaming due to the strong comfortable hold around me. As my eyes landed on Xhristian I grasped a hold of him to draw him in closer.

Hours flew by before we even made it out of the position we were in. My dream kept reoccurring over and over again in my head and I can admit something definitely happened.

Soon we found our way downstairs, me still attached to him like a koala bear. It was the fact that he held me the entire time without uttering a word that made me realize something. Not only that but it was the constant little gestures like the back rubbing and how he held tighter if I tried moving or the sweet little whispers, but I knew— I just knew that I would die without him.

Every piece of him I accepted and every piece of me he accepted was like an addiction. I was addicted to him like no other.

"Xhristian." I called to him as we sat on the couch with my legs on either side of him and my head laid rested on his shoulder.

"Hm princess."

"Will you teach me?" I asked of him. He was my safe haven and his small touches were amazing but it wasn't him. I could tell he was thinking too much, he was being careful. Careful wasn't his thing. He viewed me as fragile in this moment and I wanted him to see me the same.

"Teach you what?"

"Teach me to let go."

He paused, his fingers trailing up my back. "You already know." My head lifted from his shoulder so that my eyes locked on to his. The moment he looked into my eyes I could see the doubt swirling in them. I could see hatred. I could see sadness. He looked alone and everything was directed to him. His fingers traveled around my body to the strings of my sweatpants.

I wanted him to stop thinking for only a second and to see me, see me here. I stopped his hands from fumbling with the strings and moved them just past the hem. A look of protest clouded his features but I reassured him before he could pull away. I wanted to let go.

"It's like when you're about to cum."

My eyes solely stayed upon him as his hand disappeared into my pants. It started as a minor stroke of my clit and then little motional circles that sparked little gasps from my mouth. Soon he plunged his fingers into me without notice. My lips dropped with a moan that I know tickled his spine.

Again and again, faster and faster his fingers worked like magic. "Like a build up princess." He grunted out. "It keeps building and building and building..." the more he continue the faster and closer I came. "Building and build. Until.." he paused. "You release." At that second I did release. Shutter quaking release.

"Let go just how you cum. Make sure it's pleasurable and ground breaking. Princess the power you hold is only a fairytale to most. So be the main character and look at your beautiful trauma with a smile. Just let go."

I could only hum in response as he slid out of me and devilishly placed his fingers into his mouth.

Just let go.

But she'll be traumatized. She can't handle all of that pain. Suffering. She'll die.

Just let go.

She's tougher than you think. Just break the glass.

Just let go.

Finally, the mirror was shattered to pieces.