Their Tale

Silence



The last thing you think of before your eyes close from the world your body lay in, and the first thing that you wake up to grows you more than the sun. With the feelings of warmth, not just of the tempter measured heat, but the feelings that filled my body and the rest of me, it's all worth the world I lay in. They are worth the world I lay in.

The feeling of Celeste's body in my arms, her soft breaths leaving her in calculated motions. She looks so calm and peaceful. A sight that had been scarce considering the terrors that she had woken up to. Next to her, Angel rests with his arm running over her body, with his arm laying on mine as though he was being blessed with the rest his mind, body, and spirit needed.

The soft sheets that we laid in kept us in our world. Safe. That's all we needed. To be safe, together.

Lost in thought, I find myself bringing my arm out from under Angels' arm. Slowly, my fingers found themselves gently dancing on his arm. Trailing its pattern to Celeste's thinly dressed skin, exposing her chest and arms. Soft and delicate, I follow along as though her skin could bring life from its touch.

Lightly feathered feelings make her move subtly. My pattern goes from Angels' arm to Celeste's exposed skin. Lifting my caresses, I stare at the softly bruised lips that hushed breaths through. What it felt like to leave that. You could barely see it, chalked down to a moment of passion.

My motions continue, the frame of my nails bringing shivers to her when I leave the curve of her jaw and descend. While tracing the shape of her breast, her body seems to feel the soft, tease-like motions. The thin material of her sheer dress was a poor barrier as I spun my nails around the top of her nipple. They were sensitive, always had been, and when she shifts her hips, I brush over the nipple, making her twist her shoulders. To hear her beg for more, just a little more. Was I clenching my thighs?

Ignoring my arousal, I dare reach over to the other one, when the fast motions of firm fingers holding my wrist stun me. Looking up, I see Angel's expression of curiosity and gentle disapproval. My breath stops in a fast pause when he looks down at Celeste, who is unaware of the encounter between us, but her body is clear in its compelled arousal.

He takes a moment to compile his thoughts when he voices them, "You know I don't see your need for her as imposing?" He asks me, fingers leaving my wrist, working their way to my fingers, "No, it's not that." He has his hand holding my hand to where my palm is above his, "Speak to me." The sound of his simple request was not a demand but an opening to a conversation I did not want to have.

Probably woken up by our voices, Celeste finds herself in a daze between us in the wonder of what is happening. I don't miss the way she looks down at her chest with a confused haze. In a motion to take my hand back from Master, he keeps a firm hold of my wrist. I don't want to speak of it. Not now, at least. "Evita?" The gentle voice of the motivation to this speaks when she sees my frozen stance.

Lifting herself a little higher, she gives a glance to us both, then to my handheld in the grips of our Master. My head leans down in... guilt and confusion? "Lookup. Now." My immediate reaction to the demand is met with the motions of the proud submissive that I accept in me. I go on to raise my gaze to him, "I see you, as you are and will be. It does not mean we can understand your silence, even if it's necessary it's clear that it is bothering you deeply and I don't think that is helping you."

Releasing a heavy breath, I find myself turning my focus to Celeste when she brings her hand to hold mine in Master's grip. Facing him again, I nod, "Right now I just don't understand the thoughts and what I can say to explain them. I just need time to understand them for myself. Is that okay?" My permission needs to come from them both.

Given the unification of our emotionally bound hands, Angel gives an understanding look, "Take the time you need but let me make it clear. I'm not going to stand idly while you spin yourself into worry and silence. Am I clear?"  Giving a weak nod, "I understand."

Leaving a soft kiss on my cheek Celeste goes on, "I will give you the time you need." Bringing myself closer to them when they hold on to our hands free I sigh a small thank you for their understanding.

When I am done getting dressed for the day, I walk into the living room of the hotel suite finding Angel on the phone with a serious expression making me look at Celeste, who is calm as ever. She knows not to worry when he seems worked up because when it is truly serious, he will speak to us about it.

Some days it just feels like all of the worry and anger, or so about the instability of our home after refusing to return to the penthouse. The hotel, though lavish, evidently made us all feel like we were in a foreign space, and he may not want to say it out loud but the break-in routine. Especially one that had grown accustomed to through the months together had left him restless.

When he is done with the call, he seems to be more in touch with himself and his emotions. Walking closer towards us, he catches the silent concern that sits between us, "I don't like it when you both look so worried." Of course, he would be more focused on our discomfort and emotions. Bringing my hand to his chest I smile at the heart he carries, "Worrying comes with loving." With a small, amused grin, he brings me softly in him by the waist while finding a sense of composure.

"Let's go get some breakfast. Pastry and coffee make every morning better." Celeste's light tone brightens the room as she takes us in her hands. Washing the temporary walls with the light of her heart.