Mass release In honour to the support {24/10}
Axel and Trisha had just gotten ho, and the clock already read midnight. The eting had dragged on longer than expected, but it ended shortly after Asher spoke, allowing them to be dismissed. No one had much to say after the eting, an air of tension and exhaustion hanging over them as they waved goodbye outside the facility and quietly went their separate ways.
Thankfully, Trisha had followed Axel's advice and purchased a reliable, nondescript car. It wasn't flashy, but it got the job done without drawing unnecessary attention. She used this to drive them both ho, the silence in the car reflecting the mood that had settled between them after the eting.
When they arrived, Axel's first instinct was to check for Annie and her son Luxiam. They hadn't been ho for a day now, and a sliver of anxiety crept into his chest. He glanced around, noting the eerie stillness of the house. Neither his sister nor her child were anywhere to be found. His fingers instinctively reached for his phone, and after a few taps, he used Cell to track Annie's location.
A sense of relief washed over him as he saw that she was with Hera, safe, and Luxiam was with her. She had stayed over, just like yesterday. That was enough to ease his concerns, at least for the night.
After a long shower, Axel returned to find Trisha had prepared sothing simple—homade ran. It was her go-to comfort food, sothing that gave her a little less stress, especially on nights like these, where exhaustion clung to them like a shadow.
They ate together in silence, the only sound in the room the soft clinking of spoons against bowls. Axel tried to et her gaze, attempting to start a conversation, but Trisha wasn't interested in talking. Her replies were brief—just nods, or the occasional "yes" or "no." Most of the ti, she avoided eye contact altogether, staring into her bowl or at so distant spot on the table.
Sothing was bothering her, that much was obvious. Axel could sense it, but he didn't want to press her. Pushing too hard would make him seem desperate, and he understood well enough that space was often the best course. So, he chose to respect the silence between them, even though it weighed heavily on him.
After dinner, Axel took his plate to the kitchen and washed it, his mind drifting to everything that had transpired. He headed to the bedroom without another word, his body begging for rest. He would've liked to unwind with a movie or two, but the weight of the day had exhausted him, and his thoughts kept circling around what he had learned about planetary exploration.
As he lay down, his mind wandered to the concept of beast weapons. There were still so many unanswered questions about the planets they were planning to explore. What kinds of creatures would they encounter? The Fates had hinted that there were threats far worse than the Fatek lurking out there in the unknown corners of the universe. Was this what they had ant?
Exploring these unknown worlds could expose them to beings capable of obliterating their own planet with ease. Was it worth the risk? Would this turn out to be a regretful mistake?
His mind swirled with these thoughts until his exhaustion finally overca him, dragging him into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
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Axel's consciousness returned swiftly, a strange sensation running through his body, waking him up with a start. His hands... they were gripping sothing warm, soft, and irresistibly enticing. Without even thinking, he squeezed tightly, feeling heat surge from beneath his fingers.
And then, a moan.
The sound jolted Axel's eyes wide open, his heart hamring in his chest as he looked down at what he had assud were pillows.
His breath caught in his throat. He wasn't holding a pillow. He was holding Trisha's breast.
She lay next to him, her face flushed red, her eyes half-lidded as soft moans escaped her lips. The sight of her body, her naked breasts in his hands, the warmth between them, and the way her moans tugged at him—it was too much.
"What's this?" Axel gasped, imdiately retracting his hands as if they'd been burned. The shock in his voice broke the quiet spell between them, and Trisha imdiately sat up, covering herself with the blanket as sha washed over her face.
Axel sat up too, confusion and embarrassnt swirling in his chest. "I... I'm sorry," he stamred, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I didn't an to... I just... What are you doing?"
For a long mont, Trisha didn't respond. She stared down at the bed, her lips trembling as she tried to gather her thoughts. Then, finally, she raised her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Do you find attractive, Axel?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Axel blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the question. "What do you an? Of course, I do," he replied, his words stumbling out in an attempt to reassure her.
"Then why have you refused every single ti I try to get close?" Trisha's voice wavered, filled with a mix of anger, frustration, and hurt. "Was she right? Do you still love Sarah... or is it because I don't have breasts like hers?"
Axel felt his heart clench at her words. He scooted closer to her, shaking his head desperately. "No, no, that's not it at all," he said, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "It's not about that, Trisha."
"Then what is it?" she asked, her voice breaking as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "Don't you get it, Axel? You're the first man I want to be with... willingly. In the past, I never had a choice. I was forced, I was raped.
But with you... I want to do this because it's my choice. I want to have your children."
Axel felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of her words crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He stared into her tear-filled eyes, struggling to find the right words, but his mind was a chaotic ss.
"I..." He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing coherent ca out. His own confusion, fear, and uncertainty wrapped around him like chains, keeping him from saying what he really wanted to say.
"Get out of my head! You're a nuisance!" Axel's voice ca out sharper than he intended, his frustration spilling over in a mont of weakness.
The mont the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Trisha flinched as if she had been struck, her body trembling as if she had been shot from all sides.
For a mont, she sat there in stunned silence, her lips quivering as tears stread down her cheeks. "I'm... I'm a nuisance," she whispered, her voice broken, and the room fell into an unbearable stillness.
***Author's note***
writing the middle of the chapter.... Smiling
The conversation getting heated... Smiling.
Thinking they would agree to do it... Smiling
He told her get out... Shocked...
Thanks for the support! Can't wait to write the next chapter
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