Their Tale

Marking

The drive to the address that had been listed was a silent one. My thoughts had me busy in reminiscence of not only last night but also the conversation that transpired between tired and comforting arms. After our bodies and souls had fallen to the hands of our master. He had taken us in his arms and held us up like the angel we both loved.

Their bodies against mine felt like a weighted blanket that settled me to the ground. Until a heavy fog began to make them feel like anchors. Sleep-hazed eyes see Celeste resting under the orange glow of the lamp beside her. The nightdress she wore, bared the skin on her arms and trailed higher to her shoulders, stamped with Angel's dark purple marks. Lost in their trail, I am startled still when I see it. The emotions it caused felt like the fog had crept into my throat, making me push back until I was stopped against Angels chest.

His confused groans make him pull me closer to his body, but the attempt is met with me almost jumping from his touch. For a moment, he goes still. His breaths are now more focused and calculated as he shifts away from me. All I could do was stare at it. The growing line of the belt edge dug into the bottom of Celestes neck where the buckle had been.

"Evita..." I heard him whisper as delicately as he could. He still didn't touch me, instead sitting in a way that gave him more of a view of me, where as, I couldn't tear my blurring eyes. Oh my god, I did that to her, to her body. Angel flips the switch to the lap beside him, but that exposes the thin line on the side of her neck, making me turn over to him in a startling moment as I hide in his chest.

He does not hesitate to wrap his arms around me before settling a long kiss on my head as the tears break through and spilt on his skin. The feeling of a hand, small and cautious, on my back makes me gasp out of Angel's arms so that I can stop her. Her gaze is sunken and shocked at my rejection of her touch, but all I can look at is the mark I left on her, "I'm sorry."

The words are no louder than the birds that sing outside our window. Celeste looks behind me at Angel, who can only keep as still as possible. His brows were thick with worry as he looked down at the marks he knew were not his. Celeste catches this, and when her memory catches up, she shakes her head, "Shh, can I bring you closer to me please?"

Against the fog's anchoring feeling, I nod at her before she slowly brings my hand closer to her neck. I almost pull away until she sets my hands on the place of the mark. She does not need to tell me, and still, I follow the count of her breaths either way, each one bringing me back into their space as I let the feelings calm, "This doesn't feel like a sub drop."

My words are surprising, but they do not shield me from an answer, instead making sure we are comfortable. Angel's body had fallen over mine like a second cover before speaking, "The guilt of marking someone you love can be startling sometimes. I shouldn't have put you in this position." The guilt in his words made me hold the arm wrapped around my waist as I looked at Celeste.

"I've seen your marks on Celeste and me, they are so much more... why this one? Why now?" Threading his fingers with mine, Angel responds, "Because it's yours." His words were a statement none of us had anticipated taking in. The reality of the place my silence and their compromise had left us. With my unspoken words having repercussions, I had never considered bearing the cross too.

Looking between them, I pull myself up before speaking, "I know you can both feel the thoughts and feelings I have been hesitant to speak about but, I think it's time I do." Celeste's warm, secure hand beside me and Angel's silence allows me to continue.

Putting strength into myself and what I am about to speak, "When I kneel beside Celeste in submission, I feel strong and brave not just mentally but sexually. It's amazing." Going quiet, I try finding the words choke me in fear of their repercussions, and the harmony we find ourselves in. Bringing my other hand into Angels, he almost grows in cover of me before speaking, "We are here, together. Don't be scared."

"The feeling I have when Celeste gives herself to me, some days I crave it. The same way I crave kneeling in front of you." The words finally left my body to let them understand what I was going through. Angel nods in understanding, "What had you so scared to tell us this?"

My expression has me dropping my eyes in hesitation "Evita, stop hiding. You don't need to." He speaks, making the essence of his feelings through. Gaining my bravery back, I tell them what I had been so scared of, what I was truly scared of, "Angel, that first night. You asked me for my submission, clear as that. And Celeste, you found the ability to not only love me but share Angels' love. This control I seem to want, it feels selfish and imbalancing."

I hold the tears of my ridicule for the things I have just shared with them at bay, "I had a feeling you were a switch a few weeks into our relationship. The way you grew in confidence in those moments, it was undeniable."

He knew all this time. Confusion rushes through my face "Why didn't you say anything?" I ask in disbelief "Because it was for you to discover and speak to us about."

Celeste holds my hand in hers when she starts to speak, "First off all the love Angel has for you, is yours and I have never felt ill to it. If anything, when he started loving you, he grew in loving himself as well and I thank you for that." Her heart spoke through each and every word that she uttered to me.

"Evita, think of the night before last when you and Celeste followed my words." Going back to the moment brings me to a blush. Something the thought of them both do to me each time, "Did the feeling of Evita having that type of control on you feel unwelcomed in any way?" His focus went from me to the quiet doe beside us. "No, you both support me differently. Even last night."

A smile leaves its prints on my face, relieved that she didn't feel uncomfortable, but one last nagging question sat in my mind, "But Angel, did you not feel uncomfortable having me in a sense of control while you were in the room?" With a warm smile, he shakes his head, and when he looks between us, I swear he was thinking of a balled.

"When you both trust my guide, give me your honesty in how you feel, and trust me when I say I will catch you, then I am in control. You did all those things last night and every night you give me trust."

It was never unbalanced. Just never spoken about.

Bringing me closer to her side, Celeste brushes the strands of my hair from my face, her comfort the one feeling that will always be able to calm me, "The sense of control and power that lay in your soul is a part of you and what is a part of you I will accept. Love is compromising, not sacrifice." Agreeing with her words, she brings me in for a kiss, sealing her words.

Turning to Angel, I notice he is in his thoughts, deep. It was like he had floated away to a place only he knew of. He is quick to nring attention back when he speaks to me, "Things will always get hard, become difficult and scary, just don't lock us out. It's us okay. No matter what."

"Miss Evita, we are here."