Perceive

With Great Power, Comes The Great Need To Take A Nap

Wow! Second time this week I had passed out. And not because I was having the time of my life getting wasted, no, I did get my freak on sure, but not in the conventional sense of the word.
When I used my *ability* I tended to pass out alot. It was mentally draining even with permission, without permission, when I was just invading a mind the backlash would be too much for me to survive it standing up. I generally used my ability to take away pain and fear. That backlash wasn't as bad as the backlash I'd get if I was misusing like mentally torturing them. I couldn't possibly try to talk about this and look sane in the same sentence.
Adrian, had been staring at me like a vegetable for the most of the day, first, at the fight and now. Sometimes I wondered what would be the worst thing to happen if he'd know the entire truth. Would he abandon me? Would he try to commit me?...
Or would he take it in stride, try to look for my answers without involving psychics or such.
In my thought train, I didn't realise that Adrian wasn't in the room anymore, but he was downstairs. I focussed on the now for a minute or two to realise, that not only, was he in my kitchen taking care of my cat, the snitch was also telling on me.
That ass clown!!!
He told my mom.
And no, you won't understand why I'm so stinking mad, thing is, I love my parents. And I love them to the point that discussing certain parts of my life, however horror movie like they may be for me, was not something I wanted to do. I liked believing that my parents, unlike most American family stereotypes, were absolutely and I mean no skeletons anywhere, perfect. Since my mother was Indian, she had some very set cultural rules for a functional house to run. And I know what I sound like, but I have grown up watching the exact difference between growing up with a certain discipline, versus, growing up hipster style.
I liked my mother and her rules.
But the flip side of this, was these rules were meant to protect and preserve my innocence. Unfortunately, I was anything but. And moreover, I wasn't in that state, by choice. Given the choice, till I met my perfect match, that I had personally vetted, I would never give it up. And even then, it would only be that one person as long as I lived.
Given my track record, it would be completely impossible to believe but that's how my thought process has always been. But a certain couple of situations later, I literally remember using sex, to cope, to keep up, to move on, to stitch myself and move on.
Back to why I was mad, Adri told my mom, which meant my mother, would be at my residence for at least the next month or so. Not that she wasn't a pleasure to hang out with, but that would mean no more sex, at all.
My mother, was the world's biggest cockblocker ever. I literally couldn't even form the thought as long she was around. It's not like she tried very hard, but honestly it was me being prude in front of her more than her being judgemental about it.Not with Adri around though, she loved the boy like he was her illegal kid out of wedlock or such.
On Adri's insistence, she would come over the very next day. Honestly the two of them together with me under the same roof meant, that I wouldn't be alone and that my mother would also be put in danger. And as soon as the thought struck my head, I wanted to strike him dead.
"Adri, you absolute moron, how could you??My mother will be in danger here."
Maybe it was something about my eyes, but Adri, seemed to agree almost immediately.
Since ma, was already probably on the next flight, we couldn't halt her path midway, but I could ass proof my house. I set out traps mainly, electrical and alarm related ones.
Now how do I know this, I saw too much Home alone.
Once the traps were set and the house was rechecked for locks and bolts, I sat down on my couch contemplating on how to torture that idiot sitting next to me.
It was almost as if he'd read my mind, he said, "Cass, you have nothing to worry about, between you me and the other security detail, no one can so much as look at Dr.Black cross eyed much less touch her".
And in that moment I swear I was possessed, because instead of socking him in the face, I kissed him. I kissed him,as if no one else, nothing else mattered. His instinctive response to me, was always to make sure that I was okay. And sometimes, it would get annoying like now, when all I wanted to do was shred his clothes, and maul him, he needed to know if I was alright.
"Cass, honey, don't do this if you're scared that something is going to happen-"
"Adri, one more word and I'll murder you with the knife under my sofa!"
I think it was the death threat that finally pushed him over. He pulled off his shirt, and as soon as he touched mine I said," You tear this, and-" before I could finish, he slowly started on my buttons, kissing lower as he went. Just the way I like it.
He got his head up to mine, and looked right in my eyes, it was moments like these when I knew, I loved him. Sometimes, too much for my own good. But keeping my feelings to myself were important as of now.
It was as if disposing the shirts brought us to a new understanding, that whatever followed tonight, and on all the days that he would stay with me, would stay here with me only, atleast for now.
He continued kissing lower and lower till he reached the point of no return. The movements of his tongue told me that this wasn't going to be a rushed session, but a slow one, the one that I'd want to keep remembering for always. I kept going higher and higher and higher till I let go, of all my fear, of the pain, of the dark and the twisted, till I was completely at peace.
That was a Stars in My Eyes Rolling at the Back of My Head, orgasm. That was the type of sex you had only with the one person you want so badly.Opening my eyes post orgasm, when I finally did decide to come back to Earth, I found him staring at me. I could never describe that expression, it was like a blind man looking at the world around him for the first time.
All the romance put aside I was starting to get impatient, so I rolled on to him, and proceeded to maul him completely. While his ministrations were slow and romantic, mine were well like me, wild and possessive. I left a stream of hickeys, starting from his neck and all the way down to his happy trail, which in my opinion was going to get all the more happier.
Now, the thing with giving a head, is all in the breathing. I was never shy to go down on someone, but with this one I had to torture him, a bit. Simply because it was him. I wanted to spend time and effort on what I did, because unlike anyone else, I wanted to make sure he had had the best time ever.
"Oh,Cass!!! Cass,oh....God...Cass....*heavy breathing*, Cass....I'm so close...oh come on Cass....this is so not cool, Cass!Oh my G- Cass....I'm gonna cum, Cass I don't want to in your mouth-"
At which point I pushed him in deeper, and"Ah!!"
Thick ropey fluid emptied into my mouth and throat as I took a deep breath in and relaxed my throat, so I wouldn't gag.
When I finally did look up at him, his pupils were completely dilated. And since he was incapable of speaking he pulled me close, and kissed me like it was the last time he ever would.