“I trust you, Phillip.” She tried to let the trust she felt shine through her eyes. She would have Projected it if she dared try. But she was actually a little afraid right now, not of Phillip, but of how foreign he felt at the moment. She didn’t think she was capable of Projecting trust right now.
“Then why? Why not take it off?” He demanded of her. There was nothing she could safely say of the necklace, so she had no answer for him. They stared at one another as the moments stretched out. “The water’s gone cold,” Phillip mumbled as he reached around behind him and turned it off. He got out and walked into her room, drying himself as he went.
Elena took her time finishing getting ready for bed. She needed some time to think. This was so out of character for Phillip. He simply wasn’t like this. Where was his easy grin and teasing manner? Finally, she walked apprehensively into her room, not sure of what she would find.
Phillip was lying in her bed waiting for her. The anger was gone. He was frustrated and that other emotion was still there. The one she couldn’t name. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came. She realized her eyes were starting to fill up with tears and she blinked rapidly, not wanting to cry in front of him.
Phillip gave himself a great shake. He was out of the bed in between her blinks. “Elena. I didn’t mean to push so hard. It’s okay. Wear the necklace. It doan matter to me.” He drew her into his arms, and he felt like Phillip again.
Now she finally had words. “Believe me that in all of the world, I wish I could explain it to you.” Now she was crying. She was big on the drama tonight. How she hated that. How it had always made her feel so different and apart. Hiding that she could Sense what others felt left her isolated. Alone.
He picked her up and brought her to the bed, murmuring to her all the while. He continued kissing her while she worked at being in contact with as much of his body as possible. She felt he had been away from her for a long time. That didn’t make sense, but there it was. She felt like she finally had him back.
They rid each other of their night clothes. Elena’s long, dark hair was still wet and clung to her and to Phillip, cold against the growing heat of their bodies. His hands found her core and his fingers entered her, getting her ready for him. She traced the muscles along his back, loving the feel of them. She tried to pull him closer to her, but he held himself at arm’s length. He watched her face as he entered her. The top part of their bodies not touching at all as they joined together below. As he began pumping slow and steady into her, he watched her body. His eyes tracing her up and down. He pushed up on his arms as far as he could and looked down to watch himself sliding in and out of her. She could barely see him in the mirror on her dresser across from her bed. She was watching his back muscles bunch and tighten as he claimed her. She had always loved his back. Phillip turned around to see what she was looking at, although he didn’t break his rhythm. He was smiling when he turned back to her. “We’ll get more mirrors. Put one right there on the ceiling,” he said as he finally lowered himself to kiss her. “And one across the room there.” His pace quickened as he whispered to her how he would watch her ride him. Watch her from every angle. Watch her as he took her from behind while she screamed for him. They found release together. For a few blessed moments she didn’t think of anything at all, as he pulled the covers over them, wrapping his body tightly around her.
Though she felt safe for the moment, Elena couldn’t shake the feeling that nothing was resolved. In fact, she feared that something dangerous was just beginning. For her, sleep was a long time coming that night.
The next morning Elena made herself busy making bacon, eggs, and toast for the house. Not very creative and for once, she found little joy in it. She was too worried about the confrontation she knew was coming. Weekend mornings were usually something she looked forward to. Monica and Jacob came down the stairs together. They sat down at the table after getting themselves drinks and coffee. Elena had set big plates on the table for everyone to serve themselves. She added an assortment of jelly and butter for the toast. Phillip still hadn’t come out of her room. She went to go get him and had to wake him up. Groggily he went in to her bathroom and started brushing his teeth. She wasn’t sure when he had brought his own toothbrush down to her bathroom. By the time he made it to the table, Monica and Jacob were about finished, and Elena had eaten at least half of her food.
“Last night Elena agreed to get help.” Monica looked at her.
“That’s not exactly true, Monica. I appreciate your concern, but I feel this is something I can handle. On my own.” Monica had definitely heard what she wanted to hear last night.
“What really happened? How bad was this?” Phillip asked. He was looking between Monica and Jacob.
Nice to be included in the conversation, Elena thought bitterly.
“She zoned. Monica couldn’t get her attention refocused. And she looked like she was going to hurl.” Jacob said around a mouthful of eggs.
“Refocused? She was gone! It lasted a long time. Longer than I’ve ever seen. With Elena searching the crowd, looking lost and sick!”
“Monica, I’m so sorry I scared you. I am fine now.” She looked ready to follow up with more arguments. Phillip looked like he might join in. Jacob just looked uncomfortable. Elena broke in. “I promise to ask for help if this happens again.” She looked them each in the eye in turn. Finally, it seemed to appease them, and they agreed. Reluctantly, in Monica’s case. The sad thing was, Elena would have to get help if it happened again. It just wasn’t the type of help that Monica had in mind.
Elena left them to clean up after breakfast. She got ready to go the community center. She was actually helping make decorations for an upcoming event the center had planned. Not her favorite thing to do. She wasn’t exactly great with arts and crafts, but she would pitch in however she could. Phillip came in while she was getting ready to let her know he was heading back to bed. She asked him if he thought he might be getting sick, but he assured her he just needed more sleep. Jacob was downstairs when she went to leave, but Monica was nowhere to be found. “She just needs a little cool down time.” Jacob had told her when Elena asked about her. Elena nodded and said her goodbyes to Jacob.
Elena got home early that night. She was tired from her day spent organizing plastic tubs with supplies for young kids to make leis. She had cut up plastic straws, strings of yarn, divided out beads and plastic flowers. It did make a cute necklace when it was finished. She was sure the younger kids would love it. She just had no idea how people came up with these ideas. She waited a while for anyone to come home. She knew Phillip would be very late tonight. He planned to practice with his band that night. Monica and Jacob didn’t show up before she became too bored with the television and decided to go to bed. Phillip slipped in to her room sometime in the night, but didn’t try to wake her. He was asleep in seconds.
Chapter 7
And so the days passed. Slowly, the house settled back down to normal. Or this semester’s version of normal which featured a lot of pairing off between couples. Everyone started gearing up for the last round of tests before finals came. Elena let herself Sense the emotions in the house. No one was hanging on to any resentment or anger. Monica, especially, still watched her, but even her fears began to fade. To her relief, it seemed they were all going to be okay. She sometimes feared losing her friends to her secrets.
It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week, and Elena wanted to work from home. She had tried the library yesterday, but there were a couple of large groups there. They all seemed to be working on a project for the same class. Only some of the members weren’t really interested in doing the work to get the project done. She had been unable to concentrate, becoming distracted by the various group members’ wandering emotions. At least three people had crushes on other members and a few just seemed to be so bored it was rubbing off on her. She thought she needed a smaller environment to work in.
Walking into the ho
use, she could hear Phillip playing her song. She hoped he didn’t know she thought of it that way. Even though she could Sense Phillip was developing strong feelings for her, he had created that song. She had no right to it, unless he gave it to her.
Phillip continued playing his guitar as Elena walked into the room. He had been playing for a while now, not even singing along. Playing and wanting her to finally come home to him. He met her eyes across the room and could see by her reaction that she knew he wanted her. Just seeing her, his body started responding. He stood from the bar stool he had been sitting on, continuing to play. He walked without a word up the stairs, his notes trailing behind him in the air. Thank God, he could hear her following behind him. If he had to actually speak right now. . . well, he was sure words would fail him. He might just toss her over his shoulder. When he reached his doorway, he turned and she had one hand raised as if she might touch him. Her face flushed, she dropped it and opened his door instead. He kept playing. She followed him into his room, turning to lock the door behind her.
Phillip stood in the middle of his room, playing softly, quietly. He watched Elena look around his room. She was staring at the large box he had set up against his dresser blocking all of this lower drawers. Soon she would bring herself to ask the questions so clearly on her face. Hoping to stall her, Phillip started circling her, all the while continuing to play. Almost he missed her blush, as caught up in the sight of her as he was. Before she spooked and lost her courage, he spoke. “Undress for me Elena.” She looked so uncomfortable for a moment that his playing began to falter. He watched Elena take a deep breath and relax, her eyes going fuzzy yet intent at the same time. From somewhere she found the courage to do as he asked.
And then she stood there, gloriously naked in his room. He continued to circle her, playing his music, always playing his music. “Step up on it.” Bewildered she looked at him. He motioned with his head to the large box at his dresser. Hesitating, she looked back into his eyes as he continued to play. Finally, she stepped up onto the small platform. He hadn’t bought more mirrors, but had improvised instead. He stood behind her and slightly to the side and played for a long while. In the mirror, he could see her looking at her own reflection. It showed her from the neck to about the knees. He slowed the tempo of the song until he quietly trailed off. The song lingered in the air and pulsed off the walls. The notes drifted down her body. He could see her glistening, already readying herself for him. He sat his guitar down and went to his small closet. He came back carrying her tallest pair of her heels, her eyebrows raised in question when she saw them.
He traced one hand over her bottom and down her leg finally lifting her foot and sliding her shoe on. He did the same for the other side and she grew in height by a few inches. He grunted his approval. “Stand with your feet further apart.” His voice was rough and he ran his hand over his face when she complied. He ran his hand up the inside of one thigh. In the reflection, he watched his hand sliding on her skin. That arm came up her body between her legs and his fingers spread on her lower abdomen. He held her steady and with his other hand pushed on her back until she was forced to take her weight on her hands. To balance, she moved her feet slightly back closer to the edge of the platform. She stood there leaning forward, breasts swaying slightly and hanging down begging for his hands. He took them both and kneaded them, lifting and squeezing, all the while they both watched. She groaned as he squeezed her breasts. “Doan move.” Almost a warning. He stepped away and stripped off his clothes.
Coming back to her, one hand again reached for her breasts, trying to hold as much as he could at one time. The other came from behind her and stroked over her finding her most sensitive spot. He used his fingers to expose her as much as possible, watching intently as he rubbed and then lightly pinched. He liked having this view of her. Seeing every part of her all at once. Having all of Elena open for him. She was gasping by now. He had rested his face on her back side just above her right cheek, with his head turned so that his eyes still had a view of this show of their lovemaking, occasionally kissing or sucking at her where his mouth rested. He continued his tortuous play. He kept going for so long, so slowly. She started to squirm. He had been sitting in the house, playing the song for her. Wishing she would come home. And not for the first time. He wanted her waiting, like he had waited, feeling just as empty as he had been feeling without him inside her. He lightly bit her, repeating “doan move” and she whimpered. Elena’s face was red with her blush. Phillip whispered compliments to her. He might be pushing her too far. God, he hoped she wouldn’t stop him now. This was so much more than just sex. Would she bolt if he told her that? He should tell her now, but God, look at her. Her legs trembled, and she shifted more weight onto her arms. He increased the pressure of his fingers ever so slightly causing her to moan. His finger slid over her, keeping the pressure exactly where she needed it. He built the speed. Play time was over. His eyes met hers in the mirror and they stayed locked on each other until she came, almost sobbing his name.
She started to collapse, but he tightened an arm around her middle. “Not yet, Elena. I want more from you, Cher.” He helped her stay standing, with Elena leaning more heavily on her arms. He slid his arms down her legs and helped her out of her shoes. He needed her height a little lower. Stepping up behind her, they now lined up perfectly. His hands bit into the side of her hips. From behind, he slid his shaft along her body, not entering her, but sliding along her already over sensitized body. He pumped back and forth slowly a few times. His face was flushed with the intentness of his study of their bodies in the mirror. He heard his own voice, strained, “Reach and take me in your hand.” She did, reaching between her own legs, to take him. She slid her hand up and down his shaft a few strokes then traced her thumb over the head. He watched her face as she watched the reflection of her hand stroking him in between her legs. She made a small feminine noise that he swore made his balls ache. Then, as if unable to wait any longer, she positioned him to enter her. He slid in a fraction, only the length of the mushroom head. He felt a bead of sweat run down the side of his face as he somehow found the strength to pause. “Move your hand and raise up some. I want to see.” She pushed her hands against the mirror and straightened at her waist just a little. He slammed into her hard and held himself still for one long moment. Then he moved in and out, slowly, watching himself invade her body. He held on to her hips as he kept his pace slow. He moved in time to her song that he could still hear playing in his head. He wanted this to last forever.
“I need...” Elena panted but couldn’t finish her own sentence. She reached to touch herself, but then turned her hand at the last second so that it pointed down using only one finger to give herself the pressure she needed. Phillip realized she was doing her best not to block his view and he exploded inside her. She came hard as well.
They stood there, still joined, their breathing ragged but in sync with each other. Finally, he slid out of her. He helped her as she shakily stepped down from the platform. Somehow, they both collapsed on his bed and not the floor. After lying there for a long while, he felt Elena’s breath gradually slow. She was laying draped over him. “Did you actually build that platform for, “ Elena trailed off sounding uncertain.
Phillip had laughter in his voice. “I saw you reach down between your legs to give yourself that last orgasm. Now you’re shy? Too late for hiding, Elena, that mirror showed me everything.” He drew the last word out, accenting every syllable. And he had thought she blushed before.
Elena gave an embarrassed laugh. “Stop. Just answer me without your teasing. And what would you call it anyway?” Exhausted though she seemed to be, Elena didn’t stop kissing his chest lightly every so often. Her body occasionally undulated.
His hand brushed her hair. “I call that making love to you. While I get to watch. And, no, I didn’t make it myself. Though I did have this genius idea on my own. It’s a piece of band equipment. The guys had it laying around their garage. I saw
it and got this picture of you in my head, bent over and begging me. Lucked out on the height. Didn’t get much out of practice that night, though.”
He felt Elena roll her hips against his body again as she whispered, “Begging you? Maybe I’ll do that next time, if you like. Bent over on my hands and knees. Looking back at you. Begging.”
“Ah, Cher. You’re goan to kill me.” He was hard again. He had a fleeting thought that he was probably as shocked at Elena as she was at herself, but then she straddled him and rocked up and down along his shaft. Phillip’s hands went to her hips to help her out.
Her eyes filled her face as she asked. “You call it making love?” He sat up holding her close, reminding him of the first time they had make love in this bed.
“Doan you know, Elena?” He said in between thrusts. “I love you.” He pounded in to her hard a few more times. “You goan tell me you love me too?”
Her blue eyes met his green ones as she said the words freely. “I love you, Phillip.”
“Good,” he smiled and then flipped her on her back to finish what she had started.
They lay together for a long while. They could hear someone moving around downstairs, but who cared? They talked for a long time. He told her more about the band, letting her know she was right. Two were brothers, Nick and Charlie, and the other was a cousin. His name was Shane. They were all Dixons. Phillip also told her of meeting Nathaniel’s friend, the one in the music business. Her name was Samantha. Phillip wasn’t that excited about meeting her. He didn’t think anything would come of it. That’s if she was even legit. Elena began telling him about her latest interest for her thesis. He didn’t know much about psychology, but to him her ideas seemed to change every week. For the first time since he met her, Elena took a nap. One moment she was talking to him about the community center, the next she was just out. Phillip fell asleep himself, with a smile on his face.
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