Aim logs, Vol 3
Who | Christian and Alexis
What | AIM logs, Vol 2.
Status | Closed. (some logs incomplete)
Warnings | Graphic Sex, Violent!Christian, Panic Attack!Alexis, some fluffiness, some awkwardness.
What | In which Christian and Alexis have sex.
Where | Alexis’ room.
Christian Wayland: As much as I hate to admit it, I had fun with Alexis today. A bag of toffee and a box of chocolates, her liquorice and pixie sticks, and a clever plan so I could acquire some more weed without the nurse suspecting too much. Upon returning back to the Sanatorium, we decided to keep ourselves away from the other patients so we wouldn't have to share our spoils. There's a huge difference in my mood now - I'm much more pleasant than I was, but still have that same brooding underneath. I gesture with the bag of toffee I'm holding, speaking around the piece I'm currently sucking on "Want a piece of toffee?"
Alexis Berges: "Sure." I say and feel for the bag, taking a piece. I unwrap it and put it in my mouth, I smile a little because it tasted better then I thought. Candy made me happy. I turn towards him, "Want some liquorice? Pixie sticks?" I ask, pulling one of my legs up to wrap an arm around. "Thanks for coming with me by the way" I say
Christian Wayland: "Some liquorice?" I reply, reaching for the package with her permission. I take one piece and take my time eating it. "I only went because of you," I shrug, but there was a bit of a 'thank you for inviting me' sounding tone in there. It's good to see her happy after what had happened the other day, and it's even better that she wasn't scared off by my display in the common room and solitary.
Alexis Berges: I smile a bit, because I'm getting used to Christians way of saying things -without- saying them. "You're welcome" I tease lightly and put the packages back in my lap. "So my distraction worked? You got your stuff?" I asks "the nurse is suspicious of me" I snort
Christian Wayland: I'm getting into the territory where small smiles aren't as rare for me anymore, except for the fact that Alexis is the only one who can coax them from me. "Do you care? Let her be suspicious." I wouldn't let her take the fall if accusations were thrown at her. I'd bargain that if they don't want the problems, prescribe it to me legally. I'm still kind of surprised she even put herself in that position for me.
Alexis Berges: "I don’t really." I say with a slight shrug, rubbing my temple a little, my head had been hurting a lot lately but I hide it well. Of course I would, I know the drugs help Christian calm down, I'm still not a huge fan of them myself but I didn't mind using them rarely with Christian. I eat a piece of liquorice, "What if they find it in your room?" I ask him, not that I'm scared of trouble but I don't want Christian in trouble. I finally admitted to myself that I do care about him. I'm just not sure what category to put that 'care' in.
Christian Wayland: "They won't." It's become close to a knee-jerk reaction with Alexis to tell her not to worry about me. I barely think about it anymore. I see her rubbing her temples, a few flickers of pain on her face. She'll hear me shifting, then the lighter, then that familiar burnt grass smell just by her nose as I light up and offer the joint. "You do that a lot," I point out, exhaling as I speak. "Here."
Alexis Berges: I hear the lighter and turn towards him, a familiar scent filling the room. "My heads been hurting a lot.." I admit and carefully take the joint, it doesn't make me cough as much now but occasionally I do when I take a drag. It does make me forget my pain, and typically my nerves as well. "Thanks." I say, wisps of smoke escaping my nose. I haven't really spent time with anyone but Christian here, he made me feel safe for the most part, a little spec of sun in a dark place.
Christian Wayland: I push all the candy to one side so I can shift and get closer to her. "It's better than what they give us." I'm not high yet, and I haven't had a migraine or AiWS symptoms in days thanks to the doctors, yet somehow I'm finding myself captivated, watching Alexis as she takes her turn with the joint. I'm slightly amused by the motions her face goes through as she inhales, and watch the smoke lazily drift over her features as she exhales. "...Alexis?" I inquire, obviously distracted.
Alexis Berges: I feel him move closer, but I'm in that place now where I don't care how close he is, he doesn't scare me anymore so I don't make much note of the movement until he calls my name, I turn slightly, "Hm?" I respond, crystal blue eyes rest on his face though I see nothing, I imagine what he must look like looking at me, but at the same time I don't think my imagination is right.
Christian Wayland: I blink when her eyes catch mine, almost like I was caught off-guard. Just.. something about them that's different from the other times she's 'looked' at me. I spend a moment trying to figure it out, before I give in to impulse. I hook a finger under her chin, lifting it up as I lean in, stealing a forceful, yet soft kiss.
Alexis Berges: I...don't really know how to explain all the emotions that just hit me.. hell I can't even identify one, they all became a huge mesh of just.. wow he's kissing me...and to tell the truth.. I've never been kissed before, ever. I always thought I'd freak out over my first kiss and think I was doing everything wrong but none of this is in my mind right now. I'm not sure what was in my mind. I almost pull away by instinct but instead I kiss him back, lightly. My hands, one on his neck the other at his chest, lay gently.
Christian Wayland: It's too easy to switch myself off, and I'm struggling a little to try and be gentle with her... but here I am pushing her back on to the bed. The fingers on one of my hands laces into her hair, the other propping me up above her. I nip at her bottom lip, to see what she does - hopefully yielding the results I want.
Alexis Berges: I admit now that one emotion became easily definable, a soft trickle of fear hitting my blood. It's not him, or anything wrong he'd done, it's that I've never been in this situation without it being forced so naturally my guard went up. I try not to let that show, because even if I wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even myself, I did like Christian.. very much. I know I must be blushing when he nips at my lip, my cheeks feel hot, my blood must be moving quickly considering my heart rates significant jump. I'm sure he notices that I'm a little nervous and I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way, so I lightly loop my arms around his neck, I guess showing I didn’t want him to pull away.
Christian Wayland: I do feel her tense up beneath me, but in all honesty, I'm selfish and ignore it, especially when she gives me a sign telling me to. In some capacity, I am aware that I'm in dangerous territory with her, but impulse and desire outweighs any need for caution. I'm probably pushing my luck being as rough as I am being with her. I break the kiss to nip at her jaw, moving my way to her neck, which will probably end up with some marks when I'm done.
Alexis Berges: I bite my lip when he swifts his attention to my neck, it hurt a bit and it only aided to my fear and induced a small whimper. "Ow.." I say quietly, my voice shaky. I didn't want to push him away, I felt like he might get mad at me, but he was scaring me with the way he moved and touched me, rough, just like the others..
Christian Wayland: I find myself pulling back when she whimpers, though I'm not going to abandon this conquest. She receives another firm kiss to the lips and I move my hand from her hair so I can stroke her cheek, a silent way of telling her it's okay. I'm not meaning to intentionally hurt her, but I also can't help my own urges.
Alexis Berges: I try to relax and quick freaking out about the littlest things. This is just Christian, he didn't have a reason to hurt me, not in the ways I fear or any way really. I feel that if I told him to stop he would, and that helps to ease my mind a little, especially when I feel him ease off a bit, I know then he's not trying to hurt me. I kiss him back, inexperienced but passionate none-the-less. I push myself to believe his roughness is because he's just.. very into me, like I am him and this is how he displays that. Maybe I'm just a gently soul? But every touch I've had from a man has been rough, maybe that's just the way this whole.. thing is done. I let my body relax best I can. I'm here for my fear of touch, because of how many doctors tried to have me the way Christian was now, but this is my choice.. I'm not being forced, this helps calm me more. I want to feel how it is to be with someone without fear and certainly without hostility. I blush brighter, because I realize I just really don't want Christian to stop.
Christian Wayland: If she were anyone else, I don't know if I would be able to show even an ounce of the restraint I'm showing Alexis. I'm consciously aware of her body language, and I'm finding myself making an effort to ensure I'm not going to screw this up. When I feel her relax again, that hand on her cheek moves lower to cup one of her breasts, which feels soft, yet firm beneath the fabric of her top. I'm not being too rough with this touch, only kneading the flesh just so. I nip her bottom lip again, and my tongue probes, asking to explore.
Alexis Berges: And there my thoughts went again, gone with the wind so I quit fighting to keep them and just let them go where they may. My mouth opens slightly, a small moan sneaks from my lips when he touches my breast and to give him way to kiss me deeper. If I weren't totally blown away by him I might start wondering why I wasn't freaking out like I often do to touch but I'd probably conclude that I'm not because it's Christian. I run a hand done his chest, staying above his clothes for now as I make out every crease and curve. My other hand played with the hair at the back of his neck, and I wonder if it's creepy that my eyes are still slightly open.
Christian Wayland: I'm actually so caught up in my lust for her that I don't notice her eyes. I much prefer the moan I coaxed from her, and the access I've gained to explore her mouth with my tongue. A new pang of pleasure jolts through me and more of that roughness is back as I kiss her hungrily. My weight shifts to my knees the hand that was holding me up can explore down to her hips, then up, under cloth to find skin.
Alexis Berges: After my little chat with myself his roughness isn't so bothersome at the moment. His kisses captivate me and my eyes slip shut as I begin to return the same energy as him, kissing him deeply and harder. I feel his hands on me and now coming up my dress on my thighs, the soft baby blue fabric bunching up as his hands slide back up. I'm suddenly shy, what if I'm not pretty to him? I've never seen myself, how would I know? His hands are chill against my warm skin and they feel electric against me.
Christian Wayland: I let out a low groan against her lips. She's gaining some confidence, and I like it, just as much as I like taking my time, feeling all the way up her thigh, over her hip and up her side. So smooth, soft and warm. The hand that was on her breast abandons the mound to help slide her dress all the way up. I never noticed how shy her curves were before, her dress was always covering them up.
Alexis Berges: Every sound hit made hit me like lightening, so erotic, I liked it. I wiggle slightly, feeling his hands slowly travel my body. I notice that I'm trembling slightly, chills rise on my skin, it's just the nerves I'm sure. I wore simply white panties beneath and no bra. I slide my hands up his shirt, running them over his abs, but they stay there, because I'm still a little shy to this.
Christian Wayland: I decide I'll help her along a little, sitting up just long enough to pull off the hooded sweater and t-shirt I wore underneath in one move. There's a fair amount of muscle hiding under my slightly baggy clothing. My torso's still riddled with bruises and a few cuts from the fight with the nurse, and some scabbed needle marks on my arms from various rounds of sedation. Instead of my mouth returning to hers, I duck down and cup both of her breasts, running the flat of my tongue over her right nipple. I can feel it jump to life, and tease it further with a simple flick from the tip of my tongue.
Alexis Berges: I bite my lip a little, turned on more as I feel along his naked torso, strong yet lean under my palms. I gasp a little when his mouth finds my nipple, I bite my lip harder, embarrassed by the noises that want to come tumbling out of my mouth. I arch up slightly, a involuntary move, like my body has a mind of its own when he's touching me. I slide my hand over my mouth, it doesn't do much to hide the whimpers of pleasure.
Christian Wayland: I want to hear the noises she's making, and so, in a risky move, I take that hand from her mouth, pinning it just next to her head. My grip is only strong enough to send the message that I don't want her to cover her mouth. I tweak her right nipple between my teeth as punishment.
Alexis Berges: "Ah!" I cry when he tweaks my nipple, not exactly a pained noise, though it did hurt it was pleasurable too. His message was sent loud and clear so I try not to be so embarrassed about the noise I make. I don't like feeling trapped so I test his grip and slowly wiggle my hand free so that I'm holding his hand and not being restrained by it. I run my fingers through his hair with my free hand, moaning softly.
Christian Wayland: Her hand coming to rest in mine isn't something I was expecting, but I let her have it, lacing my fingers with hers. The real test for Alexis would be next, as my free hand wanders down her abdomen, fingers dancing through the dip her stomach makes, around her navel, and, ultimately, feeling the protrusion of hip bones beneath fair skin. I'm teasing dangerously close to her panties, thumb following along the elastic. My tongue, she'll feel, has found her neck, trailing upwards until my breath is hot on her earlobe. "Are you afraid?" My voice is a husky whisper, full of lust with subtle undertone of concern.
Alexis Berges: My breath catches in my throat when I feel his fingers slow low. I can't quite explain the feeling but it was like smooth liquid lava was in my blood but.. in a good way. Fear wasn't how I'd put it, not now, I was scared but not the way I had been in the beginning, now I was just nervous and shy to try something like this. I shake my head no, my nose brushing across his cheek, "I-I'm just...nervous.." I admit , opening my eyes and wishing more then ever before that I could see what was happening, "Don't hurt me..." I say quietly, my voice holding the same tone of desire, lust and need that his did, though mine quivered, nerves surely.
Christian Wayland: By having slowed my pace and checking in with her, I'm trying to show her that she holds a certain amount of control over this situation. I'm almost in pain with the amount of restraint I'm showing, with every ounce of myself just wanting to take her right now, aphephobia be damned. I give her another deep kiss as one finger breaches below the elastic of her underwear. A second finger follows, then a third and a fourth. I pull back from the kiss and brush my nose against hers. "Do you trust me?"
Alexis Berges: I kiss him back, I can feel his restraint in how held back he is, his body tense and taunt like a bow string, waiting at any moment to release the arrow. I shiver as I notice his fingers sneaking one at a time into my panties, and I contemplate his question; do I trust him? Of course I do, he saved me, he lead me around town, he hasn't given me a reason not to..."Yes." I respond, looking up where I know his eyes to be. I reach up, brushing my fingers against his face and his lips, "I do.." I say softly, curious what he'd do.
Christian Wayland: It's all the permission I need for those fingers to slip further down, feeling the heat and moisture that was hidden away. Two fingers skirt her labia, with a third feeling just how wet she'd become from my previous teasing.
Alexis Berges: I'm surprised that the simple touch can stir up my nerves again. I bite my lip and close my eyes, though a slightly gaspy moan escapes before I do. the hand he still held tightening a little. His teasing did exactly what it should, made me very wet and even more sensitive. I take a slightly shaky breath, battling the thought of stopping him.
Christian Wayland: I'm actually finding myself turned on more by the fact that she's let me get this far without her phobia taking over, and it makes me wonder if she'll let me go all the way. I withdraw my hand from beneath her underwear so it can be used to fumble getting my pants off. I won't remove my other hand from hers, knowing that it's one of the few reassurances she has about me right now. It's very uncoordinated, but my pants eventually do make their way off, leaving me equally matched to her in just my underwear.
Alexis Berges: I had been wondering just the same thing...if I'd let him go all the way...what if this is all he ever wanted out of me? Just like the doctors.. what if he stops talking to me after? Or just starts being plain mean to me...? I don't want to lose him ...but if I tell him stop the very same could happen. I try so hard not to let this upset, but it does because I can't help it, I'm sick and this is what happens when you've been used like a disposable porno magazine for years.. this could be all he ever wanted a lot of me anymore.. what if he was like doctor Allen who didn't even talk to me after the first time, he'd simply bind my arms so I couldn't claw at him and do what he wanted and after when all I could do was cry, he'd tell the nurses I had a panic attack and to sedate me for a hour or two so I would relax...I was 14 then...and that wasn’t the first or last time that happened to me by Allen's hands and others.. Those memories flood my mind and I feel tears prick my eyes, I cover my face with my hands, pulling out of his grip to do so. He might notice how I was trembling now, not scared he'd hurt me but scared he was no different then those other men.
Christian Wayland: Her movement is so sudden that it stops me in my tracks. It's obvious she's upset now, and I'm not making any moves to remove her hands from her face, nor am I ceasing to straddle her. A moment ago I could tell she wanted this, but now... "Hey," I place a hand over hers, giving her a nudge to suggest she remove them. "What's wrong?"
Alexis Berges: Wanting him wasn't the question, more as it was the fear that this could ruin my only friendship here.. that maybe he wouldn't be the way he is with me anymore.. I tense more when he tries to move my hands, I say nothing for a moment...slowly now I move my hands slightly so that my voice wouldn't be so muffled, though I can't think how to explain this fear to him...I got with blunt honesty "You won't like me anymore after this..." I confess my fear, "Is t-this all you want from me...?" I sniffle quietly, My eyes filled to the brim with tears but none have fallen yet. I feel like such a baby...why can't I just be a normal girl and not be so so scared..? "T-they didn't even talk to me anymore after-..." my comment stops there and I close my eyes, feeling the warm tears fall over the sides of my face, soaking into my hair. "I'm ...just scared.. that you won't want to be my friend anymore.." I admit.
Christian Wayland: On one hand, I think her fears are pretty insignificant and she really is being a baby for letting herself get so worked up. That side of the coin is also aggravated with the mood kill. The other side, the one that she's slowly chipping away on feels the need to stamp out those childish fears. "I put up with your shit because I like being around you," I admit, in less than friendly terms. I'm not perfect, and both sides of that coin have mashed, with the frustration being at the forefront. "The idea of sex with another person disgusts me. Except for you. I /want/ you." There. I've matched her for putting it all on the table. I throw my weight to the side, removing myself so I'm now sitting beside her, instead of straddling her.
Alexis Berges: I sigh, I always found ways to upset him one way or another. I tell myself to just decide already and with that quick decision I decide to give him the benefit of doubt.. I decide I want to do this. "sorry." I say, though I know my apologies annoy him. I sit up slightly, resting a hand on his chest "please don’t be mad..." I say, blushing in embarrassment "I'm just not used to this but... but I do.. want you.." I admit. Pressing a kiss near my hand on his chest. I hope I didn't kill the mood too horribly...and that's he's not too annoyed to continue because I don't know If I'll have the nerve If he does this again.
Christian Wayland: I don't know if I'll ever get to a point where her fears, worries and apologies don't annoy me. She's lucky that there's still enough lust there that I can push all of this aside... but she might not be too happy when I shove her back to the mattress. "You can't back out this time," I tell her sternly. My breath is hot on her neck again with a few kisses and nips.
Alexis Berges: I don't know if I'll ever get to a point where words like that and swift rough actions don’t scare me.. the feeling that I had no control to stop this threatened to suffocate me...he didn't realize how his words effected me. I cried out in surprise when he swiftly shoved me down, my wavy hair fanning out under my head. I sighed at his words and try to act normal but.. I don't know how normal is. I just close my eyes and let my body do whatever it pleases, ignoring my thoughts. I only let one last logical thought slip 'please don't hate me after this...'
Christian Wayland: Whether I don't realize or just don't care is lost as I let the impulse and desire have the driver's seat and just take whatever comes next. I jump in to removing both pairs of underwear - hers and mine, and only pause to straddle her again and kiss her properly, finding a stable and comfortable position above her. This is her absolute last chance to protest or stop me or throw me out.
Alexis Berges: I control my breathing and tell myself to calm down and I do to a degree. I kiss him back and continue making my thoughts disappear before they stick. I'm breathing hard and I know it, I don't think he cares if I'm nervous anymore and I try not to care either.. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply, one thing I'd gotten used to now. I'm surprised with myself for not totally freaking out with this naked and oddly strong man over me, I'm totally at his mercy and the worse I feel is nervous.
Christian Wayland: As her arms wrap around me, I take that last big step, beginning to penetrate. It takes just a few seconds until I'm fully buried within her. I can't help but moan into her lips as I take a moment to enjoy this feeling before rocking against her with my first few thrusts.
Alexis Berges: I tighten my grip on him, "C-Chistian.." I moan from somewhere deep inside of me. I feel like I can't breath but I know I'm breathing fine, it's just.. god... I moan more when he rocks into me, every little movement lit me up and made me forget my fears.
Christian Wayland: Hearing her moan my name... it sent sparks through me. The speed of my thrusts increases as caution is now completely thrown to the wind. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, growling against her skin as one hand slides behind her head, holding her close.
Alexis Berges: I run my hands down his back, dragging my nails lightly. I feel like I'm focused on everything all at once but just one thing, Christian. I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking in time with his thrust, maximizing the depth of penetration. I can't stop the moans and whimpers and erotic breaths that kept bubbling up in me and flowing from my mouth. "ah~ ah~ Chris.." I moan, I think it's the first time I’ve called him Chris. I'm in bliss feeling his warm body against mine, his hot breath on my neck, "G-god.."
Christian Wayland: I groan long and low, wishing those nails were digging just a little harder into my flesh, "Mmm Alexis.." I arch my back just so. "harder, don't be shy.."
Alexis Berges: I’m surprised at him but I was too wrapped up In the moment to think beyond that initial surprise. I comply and stop worrying about being easy and gentle. I dig my nails into his warm flesh, though not enough to draw blood. Hearing him say my name like that made me significantly hotter.
Christian Wayland: I let out a gasp, more than pleasantly surprised that she submitted to my want for aggression. "Yess," I moan into her ear "like that.." Each thrust gets a little sharper as I feel the tension inside of me building a little more rapidly now.
Alexis Berges: I turn my head to kiss him, tangling my fingers in his hair. Im curious what would happen if he let go entirely..."don't hold back.." I whisper against his lips, risky yes but what could he really do?
Christian Wayland: I'm a little afraid I'll finish too quickly if she's serious about letting me have my way. I think for a brief moment about second-guessing her, but her tone sounded sincere enough. I speed up again, pounding into her now and devour her lips in a very brief kiss. The sounds I make are a little more animalistic, and my fingers in her hair pull hard enough to make her raise her chin up for better access to her neck and shoulder. It's all teeth and tongue now, that /will/ culminate in marks when I'm finished - marks that make her mine. It's a very controlled chaos with my free hand roaming, nails scratching at skin, palm smoothing over curves, and her breast receiving a more abusive treatment than before with thorough kneading and nipple pinches.
Alexis Berges: I idly wonder if he's still holding anything back, I'm surprised and at the same time I'm not. It's so quiet naturally, I dare say docile but I should have seen he'd have this side, a simple glimpse of his ordeal when Adrien and I went to retrieve him from solitary said a lot about the chaos inside of him. But now I'm wondering less about him and more about me...who am I? I question myself because I never saw myself being in this position in a thousand year and ever more so.. because I kind of like it...I've never liked the idea of being control but all the times I was had been against my will, but here with Christian was different, he made me feel great and I wanted to feel more of it. I liked that he was so dominant but I know nothing else so I cant judge weather I like the softer side of this all. But right now none of that really matters, all that I can focus on is him. I moan and whimper in pain at various actions but none of my noises hinted at me wanting it to stop. I'll probably have marks all over me tomorrow, I don't care because I know where they came from....and then the weirdest thing happens. I see a flicker of a.. ceiling fan? And it's gone all too fast. I -saw- the roof?
Christian Wayland: She hasn't freaked out, pushed me off or begged me to stop. It seems I've single-handedly been able to help her overcome her phobias long enough to show her what I hope is a form of bliss. For all of my own conditions and habits, this is the most selfless thing I could ever do, sharing one of the most intimate and vulnerable experiences with someone else.. no, sharing it with Alexis. I told her that she's the only person I've ever wanted in this capacity before, and I believe she's already figured out before now that she's the only person I've cared about in any other sense as well. Her enjoyment and acceptance is the final nail driven home. My rhythm skips and slows just a touch. "Fuck, Lex," I hiss between clenched teeth, my mind racing to find any way - any thought that would allow me to push my orgasm back and enjoy her for that much longer. I'm not anywhere close to a state of mind willing to deal with the emotion that will no doubt come in the aftermath. I still just want her - to feel, touch, taste and have her without any of the associated baggage that comes with her mind.
Alexis Berges: He's not as surprised as I am that I haven't freaked out. I'm in sheer awe of that. Maybe the situation just hasn't sunk in. I'm no virgin, but I've never been with a man consensually.. ever and it was entirely different. I think my biggest fear was that it wouldn't be different but I've been proven wrong, it's true that so much of the experience is a mental thing. I almost chuckle when he calls me Lex and I'm not sure why. There’s a furious heat inside of me, a red hot tension that kept building inside of me and now feels like I'm going to burst into flames. With a few more thrusts I gasp loudly and hold to him tightly, without thinking I dig my nails into his back hard, sure to leave marks now. I'm in bliss with my body trembling and I'm sure he feels me tightening around his cock. I've never felt anything so great in my life. I arch off the bed slightly, moaning loudly his name, I've only ever cum twice before and it was forced, this was just.. heaven.
Christian Wayland: The feeling of her tightening around me and the way the syllables of my name tumble out of her mouth as she finds her release are what drive me completely over the edge. I hold her tight and match her vocalizations with my own loud moans as I cum, feeling every muscle in my body tense up. Everything in my mind is gone, a blank slate, and there is nothing but colour behind the lids of my eyes which are shut tight. My next breath hitches in my throat as the wave of pleasure passes and I feel myself start to relax.
Alexis Berges: I come down slowly from such a heightened state of pleasure. I lay there, trembling softly, everything feels static.. loud and yet so quiet. I still breath heavily but slowly that changes. Maybe I should be worried, he came inside of me and I don't think he was even protected but I don't focus on that because my mind is everywhere at once and yet nowhere at all. I close my eyes, arms still wrapped around Christian. I have no idea what comes next. If he'll leave or he'll stay with me. If he'll pull away or stay close.
Christian Wayland: As I relax further, rather than putting my full weight on her, I throw it to the side, pulling her with me so we're both laying face-to-face. I hold close to my chest, resting my chin on the top of her head. We're both still shaking from how intense things were and I have no intention of moving just yet, enjoying the silence and the warmth of her form against mine.
Alexis Berges: That's certainly a first but a pleasant one. I relax against him, my head to his chest. I don't say anything, I didn't want to break the peaceful silence that hung between us. I didn't want to start thinking, over analyzing this so I don't. My mind drifts to what I think I saw...I think I -saw- the roof but I couldn't have...I open my eyes and see nothing. I must have imagined it.. an old memory maybe.
Christian Wayland: I'm really not sure why, but I subconsciously and possessively tighten my grip around her, making it so she'd have to use a bit of effort if she wanted to get away. The rest of my mind is blank, with not a single thought allowed past the barrier of my calm and 'happy' place..
Alexis Berges: I disregard my thoughts and just relax. I think much too much. I close my eyes again and melt in his possessive hold, I like it.. feeling like someone wants me is nice. I exhale a relaxed sigh, pressing a light kiss to his chest but nothing else. My bones feel like jelly and my body is deeply relaxed.
What | Where Alexis‘ eyesight starts to come back.
Where | Christian’s room.
Alexis Berges: I don't know what's with these doctors but they're bothering me and this man especially. He hadn't tried to touch me but he'd been flirting and following me non-stop, asking about the moaning he'd heard and so on. I wonder if the perv stayed to enjoy the show. I sigh as he asks me about my preference, vanilla sex or hardcore. I blush "will you just go do your job and quit buggin me?" I snap, standing from the rec room couch to leave. He tells me to wait and catches my wrist, I jerk away "don't touch me." I say, loud and stern, drawing other nurses attention. He frowns "calm down geez" he says. I just frown and walk out quickly, headed to Christians room. I knock and wait for him, listening to see if the man followed but it doesn't seem he did.
Christian Wayland: It takes a second for me to answer the door, opening it only wide enough for one blue eye to peek through. It's Alexis standing there, looking a little bothered. I rake a hand through my hair before opening the door wide for her. "What do you want?" I ask.
Alexis Berges: "Can I come in?" I ask, biting my lip a bit. My face is still red I'm sure. I'm still in awe of what happened so I'm shy of Christian but only slightly. "Someone was bothering me.. I don't want to be alone." I admit with a sigh.
Christian Wayland: "Come on," I take a step to the side so she has a clear path to enter. The door gets closed behind her, and I have to clear her a spot on the bed so she can sit, putting what I was doing in a pile on the floor, yet off to the side so it won't be tripped over. I'm still feeling pretty good from and because of our last encounter, so Alexis' presence is more than welcome right now.
Alexis Berges: I sit in the bed and rub my left temple, my head hurts again and for a moment I see his feet. I sigh, there was no way I imagined that. "Hey Christian?" I say "I think.. I think I've been -seeing- things lately." I blurt out
Christian Wayland: Seeing things? Coming from a blind girl, I'm not entirely grasping what she's meaning. Is she being literal, or is she having some sort of hallucinogenic imagery inside of her head? "You're what?" I ask, sitting beside her.
Alexis Berges: I turn to look where his voice is, I wish I could pick when it comes, I want to see him.. and in that moment I do, I see his strong jaw, slightly pouty likes and amazing captivating blue eyes, like the sky over the Montana hills. My mouth falls open slight and my vision dies out. That was the longest it's stayed, maybe five seconds tops. "Wow..." I breath, not even answering his question.
Christian Wayland: "Alexis?" My head drops forward and I look her square in her eyes, just catching the end of the flicker of life that went through them. My brows furrow and I nudge her arm with my elbow. "Hey,"
Alexis Berges: I smile brightly and shake my head, "You're beautiful." I chuckle, the first person I'd seen since I was three, my friend and my now admitted crush was absolutely breath taking. I want to explain this to him but I don't understand. I'm sure he'd know I just saw him. "I've never seen such blue eyes..." I say
Christian Wayland: Wait, how did she know my eyes were blue? I don't recall ever having told her... is she actually seeing things? I can't help but be rude and wave a hand in her face. Hopefully she won't hate me for it. "How are you seeing things?"
Alexis Berges: I just laugh and grab his hand, "I don't know!" I say excitedly, I can't stop smiling "it's short though.. like little bursts of sight." I explain "I don’t know how it happened..." I say and see his fingers laced with mine, I grin and see them fade.
Christian Wayland: Her excitement's a little much for me, and I'm losing track of how I should be dealing with this. I just kind of sit back for a second and say nothing, studying her face and the way that it's all lit up.
Alexis Berges: I know I'm probably creeping him out, I'm always careful what emotions I display in front of him but I couldn't contain this one "sorry" I chuckle and let go of him. "I'm just happy..."
Christian Wayland: I shake my head. "It's good news," I try to sound happy, and I think it works, to some degree. She won't be able to tell the doctors though, or they'll be all over her with different tests and questions. I know I won't tell, I'm known for lying through my teeth at anyone in an authoritative position, except the one time I had helped Alexis. I'm still looking at her, kind of curious about how it comes in spurts.
Alexis Berges: I blink and he's staring at me, I blush and stand up, wondering how often he did that...I go into the bathroom and stand there until it comes around again so I can see myself in the mirror. I ..look pretty, I'm happy that I can at least say that. My hair is messy though and I look tired but overall its not as bad as I imagined. I look over my shoulder at him as it fades, "Do you think I'm pretty?" I ask Christian straight forward.
Christian Wayland: That's one of those questions I always have a hard time just answering truthfully. Instinct is to shrug, which I do, and I open my mouth to give the verbal answer. The one I want to give is beautiful, but it comes out as a boring one word answer without much emotion behind it: "Yeah,"
Alexis Berges: I smile a bit, getting an answer at all from him means something to me. I go sit back done and my vision doesn't come around so I figure that’s the end of today's episode, "So, you're beautiful and I'm just pretty." I tease "Why did you sleep with me?" I ask all questions today
Christian Wayland: I make a face. One of /those/ days. I'll give her the same answer I gave her before. "Because I like you." I found myself more and more attracted to her the longer I spent time around her, to the point where it just snapped and I pounced. I still don't regret it, and sometimes I find myself wondering what she'd do if I tried pouncing again. Would she be more willing, now that all of her initial fears have been squashed? I throw a rather interesting question back at her. "Why did you let me?" I remember all the emotional turmoil she went through before she gave in, and all the opportunities she had to get out if she wanted to.
Alexis Berges: "Because I like you." I answer with his answer, cruel irony. I smirk a little. I was just relaxed today and able to be myself like I had been at home. "Why are you so hidden from me?" I ask, serious now "If you like me why don't you ever open up?"
Christian Wayland: The best way to explain it would be because I don't know how. I've always been a private person, and never wanted to or had a reason to let anyone in. I don't want to tell her this because it's embarrassing to me. It's easier to throw the guard up and only offer what I want people to hear or know. I make the choice not to answer her just yet, taking the chance that she won't pry.
Alexis Berges: I just sighs a little, "You know.. I'd like to you." I tell him, "More then just what you show me." I hum a bit, "I'd open up if you would." I admit, turning my head in his general direction, "Won't you open up to me...just a little?" I ask softly, not meaning to make him anger or upset or what we it was he got when he was unhappy.. I just wanted to know him.
Christian Wayland: And just like that, she pries. I don't find myself getting upset though, just a little broody. "It's hard," I finally admit. "I just don't like to."
Alexis Berges: I scoot over by him and wrap my arms around one of his "Let me help you?" I offer, realizing he really doesn't make me nervous anymore. "you just did. Just now. Just a tiny bit" I smile.
Christian Wayland: I place my hand on top of one of hers and sigh. I guess it couldn't hurt to let just one person know the real me? My forehead rests against hers and I sigh again. "I'll try. For you."
Alexis Berges: I smile softly "I'm glad." I say and make a bold move, amazingly so consider its -me-...seriously. I lean forward and kiss him lightly, a sweet short kiss. "I will too then. It's a deal." I open my eyes and am lucky to catch a tiny glimpse of his eyes so close
Christian Wayland: She gets the perfect look at my eyes, since the kiss was both a surprise and too brief for me to react and close them. And because I'm looking at her, I also catch this particular moment when her eyesight comes. I'm a little speechless and turn my eyes down towards our hands, a bit of colour creeping onto my cheeks.
Alexis Berges: I smile and bite my lip. He blushed, I find that so adorable, I always thought I was the only one that was blushy. "Hmm" I hum and rest my forehead to his shoulder. I'm not sure what it is I have with him but I've never felt anything like it. I don't need to define it, I'm just grateful to have found it. "What are you thinking?" I ask, curious if he'd say
Christian Wayland: "You saw me," I stated, the words feeling a little awkward on my tongue.
Alexis Berges: I nod "I did. I wish I could see all the time, you’re..."I look for the words "very sweet to the eye." I say. Yes, I'm aiming to see if he gets shy like I do. I haven't seen much of this side of him.
Christian Wayland: "Stop," I blurt out, hanging my head. I almost pull away from her, but I just shift in my seat instead, the grip she has on my arm feels like it might tighten if I try to get away.
Alexis Berges: I smile a tiny smile and say nothing. I wouldn't keep him if he pulled away but I found his reaction comical "I'm sorry I embarrassed you" I say, wondering if he'd respond
Christian Wayland: I don't want to respond because I don't want her to know she embarrassed me, even though I'm screaming it through my body language.
Alexis Berges: I know I embarrassed him, it was my aim to see if I even could. I smile at the tiny triumph. "Hey Christian?" I say, loosening my grip.
Christian Wayland: "..What." I'm a little grumbly now, almost pouting because I can hear the smile in her voice. She was playing with me. I don't appreciate that very much.
Alexis Berges: "Come on..." I say softly "Don't be grumpy.." I smile a bit and nudge him "Relax..." I say and pat his hand lightly "just relax, it's just me, I don't bite. Getting shy is normal. I would know. "
Christian Wayland: Easier said than done. I'm not use to expressing these two emotions in this way. Usually I'm just brooding or frustrated, with nothing in between. I'm getting tired of this inner conflict I have with wanting to be with Alexis, but constantly getting upset with her for the smallest and most insignificant things. And now that /she/ has me over thinking for a change... I hit a mental roadblock, and the pang of panic that came next sent the room spinning. I pull away from her grip so I can wrap my arms around her, pulling her close and burying my face in the crook of her neck. A faint whimper escapes, muffled against her skin.
Alexis Berges: My brows shoot up in surprise, "Chris.. are you okay..?" I ask, wrapping an arm around him, the other brushes through his hair. He might notice I still ha marks from his teeth and rough kisses. I kisses his head lightly the way I had used to my twin sister, because I feel calm with him now, like the tables had switched a bit, I felt like the new confident one and that he was shy. I knew this would wear off though, it always did. "What's wrong?" I asks
Christian Wayland: I try to shake it off, but things are still turning when I open my eyes. It's been forever since I've stressed myself out enough to trigger an episode. I'm using Alexis as an anchor to try and calm myself down before this gets worse. "Ju.. just the room.. spinning. I let my head get away from me." It sounds a little random, but I just panicked.. it just happened.
Alexis Berges: I take a deep breath, I remember last time he talked like that and it wasn't good. "Shh, calm down." I say and stroke his hair. "If you just relax it will be okay, right?" I ask and rub his back a bit. I wonder if it's my fault...
Christian Wayland: I nod and take a few good breaths. Her touch is helping, I can feel myself wanting to relax. I just have to stop thinking, but I'm finding it a little hard with the silence in the room. "Talk," I tell her, "Distract me, please."
Alexis Berges: I try to think of what to say, "Um..." I think harder, "W-what should I talk about?" I ask, drawing blanks. I bite my lip
Christian Wayland: "Anything," It's hard for me to think straight, which is why I want to concentrate on her voice. "a story... or sing.. whatever.." I did remember for a split second that she'd mentioned music during one of our question games, so I throw that out as a suggestion.
Alexis Berges: I decide that singing is much easier then thinking of a story so quickly. I start at a small hum before I'm singing a old song I learned from my uncle. I stroke his hair as I sing, trying to calm him.
Christian Wayland: My eyes are closed, and I try my hardest to just concentrate on her voice, her touch and nothing more. She has a nice voice, very soothing. It's not long until I've relaxed some more and find myself cuddling more than clinging now.
Alexis Berges: I can sense he's calming but still I sing, a song I wrote now. I've never sang it for anyone, not even my family. I feel more relaxed now that he's okay. I stop singing for a moment "you okay..?"
Christian Wayland: I nod. The spinning isn't completely gone, but it's enough that I know things aren't going to get worse. "Thanks," I almost whisper, taking one of her hands just to hold for a while.
Alexis Berges: I sigh a little, "You scared me.." I say and squeeze his hand a little, I don’t like when he gets like that, it reminds me of the first time he freaked out. I lean against him "Was that my fault?"
Christian Wayland: "...No." I'm not exactly lying, nor am I telling the truth. I just don't want her to feel any worse than she probably already does.
What | AIM logs, Vol 2.
Status | Closed. (some logs incomplete)
Warnings | Graphic Sex, Violent!Christian, Panic Attack!Alexis, some fluffiness, some awkwardness.
What | In which Christian and Alexis have sex.
Where | Alexis’ room.
Christian Wayland: As much as I hate to admit it, I had fun with Alexis today. A bag of toffee and a box of chocolates, her liquorice and pixie sticks, and a clever plan so I could acquire some more weed without the nurse suspecting too much. Upon returning back to the Sanatorium, we decided to keep ourselves away from the other patients so we wouldn't have to share our spoils. There's a huge difference in my mood now - I'm much more pleasant than I was, but still have that same brooding underneath. I gesture with the bag of toffee I'm holding, speaking around the piece I'm currently sucking on "Want a piece of toffee?"
Alexis Berges: "Sure." I say and feel for the bag, taking a piece. I unwrap it and put it in my mouth, I smile a little because it tasted better then I thought. Candy made me happy. I turn towards him, "Want some liquorice? Pixie sticks?" I ask, pulling one of my legs up to wrap an arm around. "Thanks for coming with me by the way" I say
Christian Wayland: "Some liquorice?" I reply, reaching for the package with her permission. I take one piece and take my time eating it. "I only went because of you," I shrug, but there was a bit of a 'thank you for inviting me' sounding tone in there. It's good to see her happy after what had happened the other day, and it's even better that she wasn't scared off by my display in the common room and solitary.
Alexis Berges: I smile a bit, because I'm getting used to Christians way of saying things -without- saying them. "You're welcome" I tease lightly and put the packages back in my lap. "So my distraction worked? You got your stuff?" I asks "the nurse is suspicious of me" I snort
Christian Wayland: I'm getting into the territory where small smiles aren't as rare for me anymore, except for the fact that Alexis is the only one who can coax them from me. "Do you care? Let her be suspicious." I wouldn't let her take the fall if accusations were thrown at her. I'd bargain that if they don't want the problems, prescribe it to me legally. I'm still kind of surprised she even put herself in that position for me.
Alexis Berges: "I don’t really." I say with a slight shrug, rubbing my temple a little, my head had been hurting a lot lately but I hide it well. Of course I would, I know the drugs help Christian calm down, I'm still not a huge fan of them myself but I didn't mind using them rarely with Christian. I eat a piece of liquorice, "What if they find it in your room?" I ask him, not that I'm scared of trouble but I don't want Christian in trouble. I finally admitted to myself that I do care about him. I'm just not sure what category to put that 'care' in.
Christian Wayland: "They won't." It's become close to a knee-jerk reaction with Alexis to tell her not to worry about me. I barely think about it anymore. I see her rubbing her temples, a few flickers of pain on her face. She'll hear me shifting, then the lighter, then that familiar burnt grass smell just by her nose as I light up and offer the joint. "You do that a lot," I point out, exhaling as I speak. "Here."
Alexis Berges: I hear the lighter and turn towards him, a familiar scent filling the room. "My heads been hurting a lot.." I admit and carefully take the joint, it doesn't make me cough as much now but occasionally I do when I take a drag. It does make me forget my pain, and typically my nerves as well. "Thanks." I say, wisps of smoke escaping my nose. I haven't really spent time with anyone but Christian here, he made me feel safe for the most part, a little spec of sun in a dark place.
Christian Wayland: I push all the candy to one side so I can shift and get closer to her. "It's better than what they give us." I'm not high yet, and I haven't had a migraine or AiWS symptoms in days thanks to the doctors, yet somehow I'm finding myself captivated, watching Alexis as she takes her turn with the joint. I'm slightly amused by the motions her face goes through as she inhales, and watch the smoke lazily drift over her features as she exhales. "...Alexis?" I inquire, obviously distracted.
Alexis Berges: I feel him move closer, but I'm in that place now where I don't care how close he is, he doesn't scare me anymore so I don't make much note of the movement until he calls my name, I turn slightly, "Hm?" I respond, crystal blue eyes rest on his face though I see nothing, I imagine what he must look like looking at me, but at the same time I don't think my imagination is right.
Christian Wayland: I blink when her eyes catch mine, almost like I was caught off-guard. Just.. something about them that's different from the other times she's 'looked' at me. I spend a moment trying to figure it out, before I give in to impulse. I hook a finger under her chin, lifting it up as I lean in, stealing a forceful, yet soft kiss.
Alexis Berges: I...don't really know how to explain all the emotions that just hit me.. hell I can't even identify one, they all became a huge mesh of just.. wow he's kissing me...and to tell the truth.. I've never been kissed before, ever. I always thought I'd freak out over my first kiss and think I was doing everything wrong but none of this is in my mind right now. I'm not sure what was in my mind. I almost pull away by instinct but instead I kiss him back, lightly. My hands, one on his neck the other at his chest, lay gently.
Christian Wayland: It's too easy to switch myself off, and I'm struggling a little to try and be gentle with her... but here I am pushing her back on to the bed. The fingers on one of my hands laces into her hair, the other propping me up above her. I nip at her bottom lip, to see what she does - hopefully yielding the results I want.
Alexis Berges: I admit now that one emotion became easily definable, a soft trickle of fear hitting my blood. It's not him, or anything wrong he'd done, it's that I've never been in this situation without it being forced so naturally my guard went up. I try not to let that show, because even if I wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even myself, I did like Christian.. very much. I know I must be blushing when he nips at my lip, my cheeks feel hot, my blood must be moving quickly considering my heart rates significant jump. I'm sure he notices that I'm a little nervous and I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way, so I lightly loop my arms around his neck, I guess showing I didn’t want him to pull away.
Christian Wayland: I do feel her tense up beneath me, but in all honesty, I'm selfish and ignore it, especially when she gives me a sign telling me to. In some capacity, I am aware that I'm in dangerous territory with her, but impulse and desire outweighs any need for caution. I'm probably pushing my luck being as rough as I am being with her. I break the kiss to nip at her jaw, moving my way to her neck, which will probably end up with some marks when I'm done.
Alexis Berges: I bite my lip when he swifts his attention to my neck, it hurt a bit and it only aided to my fear and induced a small whimper. "Ow.." I say quietly, my voice shaky. I didn't want to push him away, I felt like he might get mad at me, but he was scaring me with the way he moved and touched me, rough, just like the others..
Christian Wayland: I find myself pulling back when she whimpers, though I'm not going to abandon this conquest. She receives another firm kiss to the lips and I move my hand from her hair so I can stroke her cheek, a silent way of telling her it's okay. I'm not meaning to intentionally hurt her, but I also can't help my own urges.
Alexis Berges: I try to relax and quick freaking out about the littlest things. This is just Christian, he didn't have a reason to hurt me, not in the ways I fear or any way really. I feel that if I told him to stop he would, and that helps to ease my mind a little, especially when I feel him ease off a bit, I know then he's not trying to hurt me. I kiss him back, inexperienced but passionate none-the-less. I push myself to believe his roughness is because he's just.. very into me, like I am him and this is how he displays that. Maybe I'm just a gently soul? But every touch I've had from a man has been rough, maybe that's just the way this whole.. thing is done. I let my body relax best I can. I'm here for my fear of touch, because of how many doctors tried to have me the way Christian was now, but this is my choice.. I'm not being forced, this helps calm me more. I want to feel how it is to be with someone without fear and certainly without hostility. I blush brighter, because I realize I just really don't want Christian to stop.
Christian Wayland: If she were anyone else, I don't know if I would be able to show even an ounce of the restraint I'm showing Alexis. I'm consciously aware of her body language, and I'm finding myself making an effort to ensure I'm not going to screw this up. When I feel her relax again, that hand on her cheek moves lower to cup one of her breasts, which feels soft, yet firm beneath the fabric of her top. I'm not being too rough with this touch, only kneading the flesh just so. I nip her bottom lip again, and my tongue probes, asking to explore.
Alexis Berges: And there my thoughts went again, gone with the wind so I quit fighting to keep them and just let them go where they may. My mouth opens slightly, a small moan sneaks from my lips when he touches my breast and to give him way to kiss me deeper. If I weren't totally blown away by him I might start wondering why I wasn't freaking out like I often do to touch but I'd probably conclude that I'm not because it's Christian. I run a hand done his chest, staying above his clothes for now as I make out every crease and curve. My other hand played with the hair at the back of his neck, and I wonder if it's creepy that my eyes are still slightly open.
Christian Wayland: I'm actually so caught up in my lust for her that I don't notice her eyes. I much prefer the moan I coaxed from her, and the access I've gained to explore her mouth with my tongue. A new pang of pleasure jolts through me and more of that roughness is back as I kiss her hungrily. My weight shifts to my knees the hand that was holding me up can explore down to her hips, then up, under cloth to find skin.
Alexis Berges: After my little chat with myself his roughness isn't so bothersome at the moment. His kisses captivate me and my eyes slip shut as I begin to return the same energy as him, kissing him deeply and harder. I feel his hands on me and now coming up my dress on my thighs, the soft baby blue fabric bunching up as his hands slide back up. I'm suddenly shy, what if I'm not pretty to him? I've never seen myself, how would I know? His hands are chill against my warm skin and they feel electric against me.
Christian Wayland: I let out a low groan against her lips. She's gaining some confidence, and I like it, just as much as I like taking my time, feeling all the way up her thigh, over her hip and up her side. So smooth, soft and warm. The hand that was on her breast abandons the mound to help slide her dress all the way up. I never noticed how shy her curves were before, her dress was always covering them up.
Alexis Berges: Every sound hit made hit me like lightening, so erotic, I liked it. I wiggle slightly, feeling his hands slowly travel my body. I notice that I'm trembling slightly, chills rise on my skin, it's just the nerves I'm sure. I wore simply white panties beneath and no bra. I slide my hands up his shirt, running them over his abs, but they stay there, because I'm still a little shy to this.
Christian Wayland: I decide I'll help her along a little, sitting up just long enough to pull off the hooded sweater and t-shirt I wore underneath in one move. There's a fair amount of muscle hiding under my slightly baggy clothing. My torso's still riddled with bruises and a few cuts from the fight with the nurse, and some scabbed needle marks on my arms from various rounds of sedation. Instead of my mouth returning to hers, I duck down and cup both of her breasts, running the flat of my tongue over her right nipple. I can feel it jump to life, and tease it further with a simple flick from the tip of my tongue.
Alexis Berges: I bite my lip a little, turned on more as I feel along his naked torso, strong yet lean under my palms. I gasp a little when his mouth finds my nipple, I bite my lip harder, embarrassed by the noises that want to come tumbling out of my mouth. I arch up slightly, a involuntary move, like my body has a mind of its own when he's touching me. I slide my hand over my mouth, it doesn't do much to hide the whimpers of pleasure.
Christian Wayland: I want to hear the noises she's making, and so, in a risky move, I take that hand from her mouth, pinning it just next to her head. My grip is only strong enough to send the message that I don't want her to cover her mouth. I tweak her right nipple between my teeth as punishment.
Alexis Berges: "Ah!" I cry when he tweaks my nipple, not exactly a pained noise, though it did hurt it was pleasurable too. His message was sent loud and clear so I try not to be so embarrassed about the noise I make. I don't like feeling trapped so I test his grip and slowly wiggle my hand free so that I'm holding his hand and not being restrained by it. I run my fingers through his hair with my free hand, moaning softly.
Christian Wayland: Her hand coming to rest in mine isn't something I was expecting, but I let her have it, lacing my fingers with hers. The real test for Alexis would be next, as my free hand wanders down her abdomen, fingers dancing through the dip her stomach makes, around her navel, and, ultimately, feeling the protrusion of hip bones beneath fair skin. I'm teasing dangerously close to her panties, thumb following along the elastic. My tongue, she'll feel, has found her neck, trailing upwards until my breath is hot on her earlobe. "Are you afraid?" My voice is a husky whisper, full of lust with subtle undertone of concern.
Alexis Berges: My breath catches in my throat when I feel his fingers slow low. I can't quite explain the feeling but it was like smooth liquid lava was in my blood but.. in a good way. Fear wasn't how I'd put it, not now, I was scared but not the way I had been in the beginning, now I was just nervous and shy to try something like this. I shake my head no, my nose brushing across his cheek, "I-I'm just...nervous.." I admit , opening my eyes and wishing more then ever before that I could see what was happening, "Don't hurt me..." I say quietly, my voice holding the same tone of desire, lust and need that his did, though mine quivered, nerves surely.
Christian Wayland: By having slowed my pace and checking in with her, I'm trying to show her that she holds a certain amount of control over this situation. I'm almost in pain with the amount of restraint I'm showing, with every ounce of myself just wanting to take her right now, aphephobia be damned. I give her another deep kiss as one finger breaches below the elastic of her underwear. A second finger follows, then a third and a fourth. I pull back from the kiss and brush my nose against hers. "Do you trust me?"
Alexis Berges: I kiss him back, I can feel his restraint in how held back he is, his body tense and taunt like a bow string, waiting at any moment to release the arrow. I shiver as I notice his fingers sneaking one at a time into my panties, and I contemplate his question; do I trust him? Of course I do, he saved me, he lead me around town, he hasn't given me a reason not to..."Yes." I respond, looking up where I know his eyes to be. I reach up, brushing my fingers against his face and his lips, "I do.." I say softly, curious what he'd do.
Christian Wayland: It's all the permission I need for those fingers to slip further down, feeling the heat and moisture that was hidden away. Two fingers skirt her labia, with a third feeling just how wet she'd become from my previous teasing.
Alexis Berges: I'm surprised that the simple touch can stir up my nerves again. I bite my lip and close my eyes, though a slightly gaspy moan escapes before I do. the hand he still held tightening a little. His teasing did exactly what it should, made me very wet and even more sensitive. I take a slightly shaky breath, battling the thought of stopping him.
Christian Wayland: I'm actually finding myself turned on more by the fact that she's let me get this far without her phobia taking over, and it makes me wonder if she'll let me go all the way. I withdraw my hand from beneath her underwear so it can be used to fumble getting my pants off. I won't remove my other hand from hers, knowing that it's one of the few reassurances she has about me right now. It's very uncoordinated, but my pants eventually do make their way off, leaving me equally matched to her in just my underwear.
Alexis Berges: I had been wondering just the same thing...if I'd let him go all the way...what if this is all he ever wanted out of me? Just like the doctors.. what if he stops talking to me after? Or just starts being plain mean to me...? I don't want to lose him ...but if I tell him stop the very same could happen. I try so hard not to let this upset, but it does because I can't help it, I'm sick and this is what happens when you've been used like a disposable porno magazine for years.. this could be all he ever wanted a lot of me anymore.. what if he was like doctor Allen who didn't even talk to me after the first time, he'd simply bind my arms so I couldn't claw at him and do what he wanted and after when all I could do was cry, he'd tell the nurses I had a panic attack and to sedate me for a hour or two so I would relax...I was 14 then...and that wasn’t the first or last time that happened to me by Allen's hands and others.. Those memories flood my mind and I feel tears prick my eyes, I cover my face with my hands, pulling out of his grip to do so. He might notice how I was trembling now, not scared he'd hurt me but scared he was no different then those other men.
Christian Wayland: Her movement is so sudden that it stops me in my tracks. It's obvious she's upset now, and I'm not making any moves to remove her hands from her face, nor am I ceasing to straddle her. A moment ago I could tell she wanted this, but now... "Hey," I place a hand over hers, giving her a nudge to suggest she remove them. "What's wrong?"
Alexis Berges: Wanting him wasn't the question, more as it was the fear that this could ruin my only friendship here.. that maybe he wouldn't be the way he is with me anymore.. I tense more when he tries to move my hands, I say nothing for a moment...slowly now I move my hands slightly so that my voice wouldn't be so muffled, though I can't think how to explain this fear to him...I got with blunt honesty "You won't like me anymore after this..." I confess my fear, "Is t-this all you want from me...?" I sniffle quietly, My eyes filled to the brim with tears but none have fallen yet. I feel like such a baby...why can't I just be a normal girl and not be so so scared..? "T-they didn't even talk to me anymore after-..." my comment stops there and I close my eyes, feeling the warm tears fall over the sides of my face, soaking into my hair. "I'm ...just scared.. that you won't want to be my friend anymore.." I admit.
Christian Wayland: On one hand, I think her fears are pretty insignificant and she really is being a baby for letting herself get so worked up. That side of the coin is also aggravated with the mood kill. The other side, the one that she's slowly chipping away on feels the need to stamp out those childish fears. "I put up with your shit because I like being around you," I admit, in less than friendly terms. I'm not perfect, and both sides of that coin have mashed, with the frustration being at the forefront. "The idea of sex with another person disgusts me. Except for you. I /want/ you." There. I've matched her for putting it all on the table. I throw my weight to the side, removing myself so I'm now sitting beside her, instead of straddling her.
Alexis Berges: I sigh, I always found ways to upset him one way or another. I tell myself to just decide already and with that quick decision I decide to give him the benefit of doubt.. I decide I want to do this. "sorry." I say, though I know my apologies annoy him. I sit up slightly, resting a hand on his chest "please don’t be mad..." I say, blushing in embarrassment "I'm just not used to this but... but I do.. want you.." I admit. Pressing a kiss near my hand on his chest. I hope I didn't kill the mood too horribly...and that's he's not too annoyed to continue because I don't know If I'll have the nerve If he does this again.
Christian Wayland: I don't know if I'll ever get to a point where her fears, worries and apologies don't annoy me. She's lucky that there's still enough lust there that I can push all of this aside... but she might not be too happy when I shove her back to the mattress. "You can't back out this time," I tell her sternly. My breath is hot on her neck again with a few kisses and nips.
Alexis Berges: I don't know if I'll ever get to a point where words like that and swift rough actions don’t scare me.. the feeling that I had no control to stop this threatened to suffocate me...he didn't realize how his words effected me. I cried out in surprise when he swiftly shoved me down, my wavy hair fanning out under my head. I sighed at his words and try to act normal but.. I don't know how normal is. I just close my eyes and let my body do whatever it pleases, ignoring my thoughts. I only let one last logical thought slip 'please don't hate me after this...'
Christian Wayland: Whether I don't realize or just don't care is lost as I let the impulse and desire have the driver's seat and just take whatever comes next. I jump in to removing both pairs of underwear - hers and mine, and only pause to straddle her again and kiss her properly, finding a stable and comfortable position above her. This is her absolute last chance to protest or stop me or throw me out.
Alexis Berges: I control my breathing and tell myself to calm down and I do to a degree. I kiss him back and continue making my thoughts disappear before they stick. I'm breathing hard and I know it, I don't think he cares if I'm nervous anymore and I try not to care either.. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply, one thing I'd gotten used to now. I'm surprised with myself for not totally freaking out with this naked and oddly strong man over me, I'm totally at his mercy and the worse I feel is nervous.
Christian Wayland: As her arms wrap around me, I take that last big step, beginning to penetrate. It takes just a few seconds until I'm fully buried within her. I can't help but moan into her lips as I take a moment to enjoy this feeling before rocking against her with my first few thrusts.
Alexis Berges: I tighten my grip on him, "C-Chistian.." I moan from somewhere deep inside of me. I feel like I can't breath but I know I'm breathing fine, it's just.. god... I moan more when he rocks into me, every little movement lit me up and made me forget my fears.
Christian Wayland: Hearing her moan my name... it sent sparks through me. The speed of my thrusts increases as caution is now completely thrown to the wind. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, growling against her skin as one hand slides behind her head, holding her close.
Alexis Berges: I run my hands down his back, dragging my nails lightly. I feel like I'm focused on everything all at once but just one thing, Christian. I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking in time with his thrust, maximizing the depth of penetration. I can't stop the moans and whimpers and erotic breaths that kept bubbling up in me and flowing from my mouth. "ah~ ah~ Chris.." I moan, I think it's the first time I’ve called him Chris. I'm in bliss feeling his warm body against mine, his hot breath on my neck, "G-god.."
Christian Wayland: I groan long and low, wishing those nails were digging just a little harder into my flesh, "Mmm Alexis.." I arch my back just so. "harder, don't be shy.."
Alexis Berges: I’m surprised at him but I was too wrapped up In the moment to think beyond that initial surprise. I comply and stop worrying about being easy and gentle. I dig my nails into his warm flesh, though not enough to draw blood. Hearing him say my name like that made me significantly hotter.
Christian Wayland: I let out a gasp, more than pleasantly surprised that she submitted to my want for aggression. "Yess," I moan into her ear "like that.." Each thrust gets a little sharper as I feel the tension inside of me building a little more rapidly now.
Alexis Berges: I turn my head to kiss him, tangling my fingers in his hair. Im curious what would happen if he let go entirely..."don't hold back.." I whisper against his lips, risky yes but what could he really do?
Christian Wayland: I'm a little afraid I'll finish too quickly if she's serious about letting me have my way. I think for a brief moment about second-guessing her, but her tone sounded sincere enough. I speed up again, pounding into her now and devour her lips in a very brief kiss. The sounds I make are a little more animalistic, and my fingers in her hair pull hard enough to make her raise her chin up for better access to her neck and shoulder. It's all teeth and tongue now, that /will/ culminate in marks when I'm finished - marks that make her mine. It's a very controlled chaos with my free hand roaming, nails scratching at skin, palm smoothing over curves, and her breast receiving a more abusive treatment than before with thorough kneading and nipple pinches.
Alexis Berges: I idly wonder if he's still holding anything back, I'm surprised and at the same time I'm not. It's so quiet naturally, I dare say docile but I should have seen he'd have this side, a simple glimpse of his ordeal when Adrien and I went to retrieve him from solitary said a lot about the chaos inside of him. But now I'm wondering less about him and more about me...who am I? I question myself because I never saw myself being in this position in a thousand year and ever more so.. because I kind of like it...I've never liked the idea of being control but all the times I was had been against my will, but here with Christian was different, he made me feel great and I wanted to feel more of it. I liked that he was so dominant but I know nothing else so I cant judge weather I like the softer side of this all. But right now none of that really matters, all that I can focus on is him. I moan and whimper in pain at various actions but none of my noises hinted at me wanting it to stop. I'll probably have marks all over me tomorrow, I don't care because I know where they came from....and then the weirdest thing happens. I see a flicker of a.. ceiling fan? And it's gone all too fast. I -saw- the roof?
Christian Wayland: She hasn't freaked out, pushed me off or begged me to stop. It seems I've single-handedly been able to help her overcome her phobias long enough to show her what I hope is a form of bliss. For all of my own conditions and habits, this is the most selfless thing I could ever do, sharing one of the most intimate and vulnerable experiences with someone else.. no, sharing it with Alexis. I told her that she's the only person I've ever wanted in this capacity before, and I believe she's already figured out before now that she's the only person I've cared about in any other sense as well. Her enjoyment and acceptance is the final nail driven home. My rhythm skips and slows just a touch. "Fuck, Lex," I hiss between clenched teeth, my mind racing to find any way - any thought that would allow me to push my orgasm back and enjoy her for that much longer. I'm not anywhere close to a state of mind willing to deal with the emotion that will no doubt come in the aftermath. I still just want her - to feel, touch, taste and have her without any of the associated baggage that comes with her mind.
Alexis Berges: He's not as surprised as I am that I haven't freaked out. I'm in sheer awe of that. Maybe the situation just hasn't sunk in. I'm no virgin, but I've never been with a man consensually.. ever and it was entirely different. I think my biggest fear was that it wouldn't be different but I've been proven wrong, it's true that so much of the experience is a mental thing. I almost chuckle when he calls me Lex and I'm not sure why. There’s a furious heat inside of me, a red hot tension that kept building inside of me and now feels like I'm going to burst into flames. With a few more thrusts I gasp loudly and hold to him tightly, without thinking I dig my nails into his back hard, sure to leave marks now. I'm in bliss with my body trembling and I'm sure he feels me tightening around his cock. I've never felt anything so great in my life. I arch off the bed slightly, moaning loudly his name, I've only ever cum twice before and it was forced, this was just.. heaven.
Christian Wayland: The feeling of her tightening around me and the way the syllables of my name tumble out of her mouth as she finds her release are what drive me completely over the edge. I hold her tight and match her vocalizations with my own loud moans as I cum, feeling every muscle in my body tense up. Everything in my mind is gone, a blank slate, and there is nothing but colour behind the lids of my eyes which are shut tight. My next breath hitches in my throat as the wave of pleasure passes and I feel myself start to relax.
Alexis Berges: I come down slowly from such a heightened state of pleasure. I lay there, trembling softly, everything feels static.. loud and yet so quiet. I still breath heavily but slowly that changes. Maybe I should be worried, he came inside of me and I don't think he was even protected but I don't focus on that because my mind is everywhere at once and yet nowhere at all. I close my eyes, arms still wrapped around Christian. I have no idea what comes next. If he'll leave or he'll stay with me. If he'll pull away or stay close.
Christian Wayland: As I relax further, rather than putting my full weight on her, I throw it to the side, pulling her with me so we're both laying face-to-face. I hold close to my chest, resting my chin on the top of her head. We're both still shaking from how intense things were and I have no intention of moving just yet, enjoying the silence and the warmth of her form against mine.
Alexis Berges: That's certainly a first but a pleasant one. I relax against him, my head to his chest. I don't say anything, I didn't want to break the peaceful silence that hung between us. I didn't want to start thinking, over analyzing this so I don't. My mind drifts to what I think I saw...I think I -saw- the roof but I couldn't have...I open my eyes and see nothing. I must have imagined it.. an old memory maybe.
Christian Wayland: I'm really not sure why, but I subconsciously and possessively tighten my grip around her, making it so she'd have to use a bit of effort if she wanted to get away. The rest of my mind is blank, with not a single thought allowed past the barrier of my calm and 'happy' place..
Alexis Berges: I disregard my thoughts and just relax. I think much too much. I close my eyes again and melt in his possessive hold, I like it.. feeling like someone wants me is nice. I exhale a relaxed sigh, pressing a light kiss to his chest but nothing else. My bones feel like jelly and my body is deeply relaxed.
What | Where Alexis‘ eyesight starts to come back.
Where | Christian’s room.
Alexis Berges: I don't know what's with these doctors but they're bothering me and this man especially. He hadn't tried to touch me but he'd been flirting and following me non-stop, asking about the moaning he'd heard and so on. I wonder if the perv stayed to enjoy the show. I sigh as he asks me about my preference, vanilla sex or hardcore. I blush "will you just go do your job and quit buggin me?" I snap, standing from the rec room couch to leave. He tells me to wait and catches my wrist, I jerk away "don't touch me." I say, loud and stern, drawing other nurses attention. He frowns "calm down geez" he says. I just frown and walk out quickly, headed to Christians room. I knock and wait for him, listening to see if the man followed but it doesn't seem he did.
Christian Wayland: It takes a second for me to answer the door, opening it only wide enough for one blue eye to peek through. It's Alexis standing there, looking a little bothered. I rake a hand through my hair before opening the door wide for her. "What do you want?" I ask.
Alexis Berges: "Can I come in?" I ask, biting my lip a bit. My face is still red I'm sure. I'm still in awe of what happened so I'm shy of Christian but only slightly. "Someone was bothering me.. I don't want to be alone." I admit with a sigh.
Christian Wayland: "Come on," I take a step to the side so she has a clear path to enter. The door gets closed behind her, and I have to clear her a spot on the bed so she can sit, putting what I was doing in a pile on the floor, yet off to the side so it won't be tripped over. I'm still feeling pretty good from and because of our last encounter, so Alexis' presence is more than welcome right now.
Alexis Berges: I sit in the bed and rub my left temple, my head hurts again and for a moment I see his feet. I sigh, there was no way I imagined that. "Hey Christian?" I say "I think.. I think I've been -seeing- things lately." I blurt out
Christian Wayland: Seeing things? Coming from a blind girl, I'm not entirely grasping what she's meaning. Is she being literal, or is she having some sort of hallucinogenic imagery inside of her head? "You're what?" I ask, sitting beside her.
Alexis Berges: I turn to look where his voice is, I wish I could pick when it comes, I want to see him.. and in that moment I do, I see his strong jaw, slightly pouty likes and amazing captivating blue eyes, like the sky over the Montana hills. My mouth falls open slight and my vision dies out. That was the longest it's stayed, maybe five seconds tops. "Wow..." I breath, not even answering his question.
Christian Wayland: "Alexis?" My head drops forward and I look her square in her eyes, just catching the end of the flicker of life that went through them. My brows furrow and I nudge her arm with my elbow. "Hey,"
Alexis Berges: I smile brightly and shake my head, "You're beautiful." I chuckle, the first person I'd seen since I was three, my friend and my now admitted crush was absolutely breath taking. I want to explain this to him but I don't understand. I'm sure he'd know I just saw him. "I've never seen such blue eyes..." I say
Christian Wayland: Wait, how did she know my eyes were blue? I don't recall ever having told her... is she actually seeing things? I can't help but be rude and wave a hand in her face. Hopefully she won't hate me for it. "How are you seeing things?"
Alexis Berges: I just laugh and grab his hand, "I don't know!" I say excitedly, I can't stop smiling "it's short though.. like little bursts of sight." I explain "I don’t know how it happened..." I say and see his fingers laced with mine, I grin and see them fade.
Christian Wayland: Her excitement's a little much for me, and I'm losing track of how I should be dealing with this. I just kind of sit back for a second and say nothing, studying her face and the way that it's all lit up.
Alexis Berges: I know I'm probably creeping him out, I'm always careful what emotions I display in front of him but I couldn't contain this one "sorry" I chuckle and let go of him. "I'm just happy..."
Christian Wayland: I shake my head. "It's good news," I try to sound happy, and I think it works, to some degree. She won't be able to tell the doctors though, or they'll be all over her with different tests and questions. I know I won't tell, I'm known for lying through my teeth at anyone in an authoritative position, except the one time I had helped Alexis. I'm still looking at her, kind of curious about how it comes in spurts.
Alexis Berges: I blink and he's staring at me, I blush and stand up, wondering how often he did that...I go into the bathroom and stand there until it comes around again so I can see myself in the mirror. I ..look pretty, I'm happy that I can at least say that. My hair is messy though and I look tired but overall its not as bad as I imagined. I look over my shoulder at him as it fades, "Do you think I'm pretty?" I ask Christian straight forward.
Christian Wayland: That's one of those questions I always have a hard time just answering truthfully. Instinct is to shrug, which I do, and I open my mouth to give the verbal answer. The one I want to give is beautiful, but it comes out as a boring one word answer without much emotion behind it: "Yeah,"
Alexis Berges: I smile a bit, getting an answer at all from him means something to me. I go sit back done and my vision doesn't come around so I figure that’s the end of today's episode, "So, you're beautiful and I'm just pretty." I tease "Why did you sleep with me?" I ask all questions today
Christian Wayland: I make a face. One of /those/ days. I'll give her the same answer I gave her before. "Because I like you." I found myself more and more attracted to her the longer I spent time around her, to the point where it just snapped and I pounced. I still don't regret it, and sometimes I find myself wondering what she'd do if I tried pouncing again. Would she be more willing, now that all of her initial fears have been squashed? I throw a rather interesting question back at her. "Why did you let me?" I remember all the emotional turmoil she went through before she gave in, and all the opportunities she had to get out if she wanted to.
Alexis Berges: "Because I like you." I answer with his answer, cruel irony. I smirk a little. I was just relaxed today and able to be myself like I had been at home. "Why are you so hidden from me?" I ask, serious now "If you like me why don't you ever open up?"
Christian Wayland: The best way to explain it would be because I don't know how. I've always been a private person, and never wanted to or had a reason to let anyone in. I don't want to tell her this because it's embarrassing to me. It's easier to throw the guard up and only offer what I want people to hear or know. I make the choice not to answer her just yet, taking the chance that she won't pry.
Alexis Berges: I just sighs a little, "You know.. I'd like to you." I tell him, "More then just what you show me." I hum a bit, "I'd open up if you would." I admit, turning my head in his general direction, "Won't you open up to me...just a little?" I ask softly, not meaning to make him anger or upset or what we it was he got when he was unhappy.. I just wanted to know him.
Christian Wayland: And just like that, she pries. I don't find myself getting upset though, just a little broody. "It's hard," I finally admit. "I just don't like to."
Alexis Berges: I scoot over by him and wrap my arms around one of his "Let me help you?" I offer, realizing he really doesn't make me nervous anymore. "you just did. Just now. Just a tiny bit" I smile.
Christian Wayland: I place my hand on top of one of hers and sigh. I guess it couldn't hurt to let just one person know the real me? My forehead rests against hers and I sigh again. "I'll try. For you."
Alexis Berges: I smile softly "I'm glad." I say and make a bold move, amazingly so consider its -me-...seriously. I lean forward and kiss him lightly, a sweet short kiss. "I will too then. It's a deal." I open my eyes and am lucky to catch a tiny glimpse of his eyes so close
Christian Wayland: She gets the perfect look at my eyes, since the kiss was both a surprise and too brief for me to react and close them. And because I'm looking at her, I also catch this particular moment when her eyesight comes. I'm a little speechless and turn my eyes down towards our hands, a bit of colour creeping onto my cheeks.
Alexis Berges: I smile and bite my lip. He blushed, I find that so adorable, I always thought I was the only one that was blushy. "Hmm" I hum and rest my forehead to his shoulder. I'm not sure what it is I have with him but I've never felt anything like it. I don't need to define it, I'm just grateful to have found it. "What are you thinking?" I ask, curious if he'd say
Christian Wayland: "You saw me," I stated, the words feeling a little awkward on my tongue.
Alexis Berges: I nod "I did. I wish I could see all the time, you’re..."I look for the words "very sweet to the eye." I say. Yes, I'm aiming to see if he gets shy like I do. I haven't seen much of this side of him.
Christian Wayland: "Stop," I blurt out, hanging my head. I almost pull away from her, but I just shift in my seat instead, the grip she has on my arm feels like it might tighten if I try to get away.
Alexis Berges: I smile a tiny smile and say nothing. I wouldn't keep him if he pulled away but I found his reaction comical "I'm sorry I embarrassed you" I say, wondering if he'd respond
Christian Wayland: I don't want to respond because I don't want her to know she embarrassed me, even though I'm screaming it through my body language.
Alexis Berges: I know I embarrassed him, it was my aim to see if I even could. I smile at the tiny triumph. "Hey Christian?" I say, loosening my grip.
Christian Wayland: "..What." I'm a little grumbly now, almost pouting because I can hear the smile in her voice. She was playing with me. I don't appreciate that very much.
Alexis Berges: "Come on..." I say softly "Don't be grumpy.." I smile a bit and nudge him "Relax..." I say and pat his hand lightly "just relax, it's just me, I don't bite. Getting shy is normal. I would know. "
Christian Wayland: Easier said than done. I'm not use to expressing these two emotions in this way. Usually I'm just brooding or frustrated, with nothing in between. I'm getting tired of this inner conflict I have with wanting to be with Alexis, but constantly getting upset with her for the smallest and most insignificant things. And now that /she/ has me over thinking for a change... I hit a mental roadblock, and the pang of panic that came next sent the room spinning. I pull away from her grip so I can wrap my arms around her, pulling her close and burying my face in the crook of her neck. A faint whimper escapes, muffled against her skin.
Alexis Berges: My brows shoot up in surprise, "Chris.. are you okay..?" I ask, wrapping an arm around him, the other brushes through his hair. He might notice I still ha marks from his teeth and rough kisses. I kisses his head lightly the way I had used to my twin sister, because I feel calm with him now, like the tables had switched a bit, I felt like the new confident one and that he was shy. I knew this would wear off though, it always did. "What's wrong?" I asks
Christian Wayland: I try to shake it off, but things are still turning when I open my eyes. It's been forever since I've stressed myself out enough to trigger an episode. I'm using Alexis as an anchor to try and calm myself down before this gets worse. "Ju.. just the room.. spinning. I let my head get away from me." It sounds a little random, but I just panicked.. it just happened.
Alexis Berges: I take a deep breath, I remember last time he talked like that and it wasn't good. "Shh, calm down." I say and stroke his hair. "If you just relax it will be okay, right?" I ask and rub his back a bit. I wonder if it's my fault...
Christian Wayland: I nod and take a few good breaths. Her touch is helping, I can feel myself wanting to relax. I just have to stop thinking, but I'm finding it a little hard with the silence in the room. "Talk," I tell her, "Distract me, please."
Alexis Berges: I try to think of what to say, "Um..." I think harder, "W-what should I talk about?" I ask, drawing blanks. I bite my lip
Christian Wayland: "Anything," It's hard for me to think straight, which is why I want to concentrate on her voice. "a story... or sing.. whatever.." I did remember for a split second that she'd mentioned music during one of our question games, so I throw that out as a suggestion.
Alexis Berges: I decide that singing is much easier then thinking of a story so quickly. I start at a small hum before I'm singing a old song I learned from my uncle. I stroke his hair as I sing, trying to calm him.
Christian Wayland: My eyes are closed, and I try my hardest to just concentrate on her voice, her touch and nothing more. She has a nice voice, very soothing. It's not long until I've relaxed some more and find myself cuddling more than clinging now.
Alexis Berges: I can sense he's calming but still I sing, a song I wrote now. I've never sang it for anyone, not even my family. I feel more relaxed now that he's okay. I stop singing for a moment "you okay..?"
Christian Wayland: I nod. The spinning isn't completely gone, but it's enough that I know things aren't going to get worse. "Thanks," I almost whisper, taking one of her hands just to hold for a while.
Alexis Berges: I sigh a little, "You scared me.." I say and squeeze his hand a little, I don’t like when he gets like that, it reminds me of the first time he freaked out. I lean against him "Was that my fault?"
Christian Wayland: "...No." I'm not exactly lying, nor am I telling the truth. I just don't want her to feel any worse than she probably already does.