Getting through the army of officers downstairs took a few hours. It was past sunrise when we were finally told that we could leave, that they would contact us if they needed any future statements, but as of right now, they didn’t see either of us being in trouble outside the warning about making sure we were only going to events that had permits.
The officers we talked to looked a bit star struck so I think that worked in our favor as well. The video of Fantasy’s release was already trending on several platforms by the time we walked out into the red and blue lit parking lot. Ghost was trending as well.
Who wants to be the guy who arrests one of the biggest names in music for trespassing?
Before we left, I did get word that the guy that swung at me was alive, just badly concussed. He was taking getting knocked out by me as a point of pride, though it was a complete and total accident.
People are weird.
I sign a couple autographs and then Astrix and I are off to where my car is parked in a little service road off the parking lot. The two of us are quiet. For me, it’s knowing that it’s almost ‘showtime’. There is a very real possibility I’ll no longer be able to say i don’t know the loving caress of a woman. It’s a little bit intimidating, especially when the girl who’s taking pity on you is a total beauty, and as she keeps reminding you, is your hero.
For her part, no clue. She seems happy enough, her hands in the pockets of my jacket as we stroll down the wooded lane. I’m pretty sure that every now and then that I hear a tiny, barely-there ‘hmm’ of contentment.
Three ‘hmm’s later we’re at my car, and I’m in the process of unlocking her door so i can let her in. I open the door for Astrix to slide in when another ‘hmm’ happens, and I can’t hold it back anymore:
“You’re adorable, you know that?”
“Adorable? Am I?” Astrix bats her dark lashes at me, turning on the charm. Her hand reaches out to rest on top of mine, and even without much experience i know what she’s trying to do when she starts gently playing with the pads of my fingers.
But that’s nothing compared to when she strokes the length of my pointer finger. My body trembles at the forward nature of her gesture as Astrix catches me in a serpent’s gaze.
She continues to stroke my digit, her voice a bit husky when she asks:
“So, still think I’m cute?”
“Alway--” I don’t even get the word all the way out before I’m interrupted by her lips around the tip of her finger. Her warm wet mouth encases the proxy for my dick, tongue taking a lap at my fingerprint that makes my legs weak. I have to adjust my stance to stay upright and hold onto the car door with my other hand, or I’m sure I’d be ass in the dirt.
I choke on the ‘s’, my head dropping forward so my forehead hits the matte purple paint of my car, getting a pleased giggle from Astrix as she languidly pulls my finger from her mouth.
“No... not--not cute,” I adjust my answer, praying it spares me another demonstration of how easily she can bring me to my knees. I was nervous enough as it was, but now I’m nervous and horny.
“That’s better,” her smug answer is accompanied by a jubilant grin.
This is so not fair.
It’s slow going, but i manage to get into the driver’s seat and adjust myself so I’m not pitching a tent the entire way back to my hotel room. It was my last night having the room before I’d be checking out for my room back at my parent’s place.
Thank fucking god I won’t have my brothers breathing down my neck or mom trying to bring us snacks. No, a do-not-disturb sign will do the trick where we’re going.
The GTO roars to life and I start back down the way we’d come towards the few police stragglers, and the city of Langdale itself. It wasn’t exactly raining anymore, instead once we decided to head down and cooperate with the police, the thick droplets turned into a fine mist. Still, I had my windshield wipers on low, just to make sure there wasn’t too much precipitation build up as we turned down the forested roads that overlooked the valley Langdale sat in.
It was dark in the car, the only light coming from the dash icons and ambient light from the headlights. We’re both quiet, the two of us looking straight ahead as the radio hisses quietly, the station not broadcasting this early in the morning.
“Music?” I ask her as I scan the city below. Dark buildings lit from below by streetlights. It was a strange kind of beautiful. Though the light is there, it’s soft...not like Silverfall. The huge and densely populated capitol city a few days drive north of Langdale was blinding at night.
“Sure,” Astrix responds shyly.
I pull out my phone and navigate through my artist library to find a favorite of mine. Something that fits a dark misty night like this one. I push play, thankful for the Bluetooth in my stereo and Into the Night by NERO starts, bringing a smile to my lips along with it.
Once I’m sure we’re nowhere near any cops, we’re speeding along the forested highway to Langdale with the windows down, and NERO blasting, filling the unsure silence we were both terrified to break.
The pulsing upbeat rhythm kept me awake, and the duet vocals had Astrix humming along with the melody, though she didn’t know the words yet. It made me happier than it probably should that she liked the song I picked. Sharing music, in my opinion was an intimate act, and she made it easy to not become increasingly anxious over the length of the track, wondering what she thought.
No, Astrix was openly enjoying music I loved.
We’re not quite into Langdale when I see the turn off for the resort I’m staying in. The buildings are set back from the highway, because each suite is a cabin, and I, like many others, paid good money to feel out in nature.
“Are you serious?” Astrix turns to look at me.
“What? Problem?” I ask her.
“No, no... just...this place is really nice--from what I’ve heard.”
“Well, now you’ll know,” I grin, casting a couple quick glances at her illuminated by the fairy lights that wrapped the tree trunks down the main entrance’s drive. She’s leaned forward, the seat belt pulled taut as she cranes her neck to see as much of the forest ahead as she can.
I let her sit in the experience and shut my mouth so i can focus on finding the numbered drive for my cabin. The signs were large enough and it was lit well enough--but I’m distracted. Astrix reached out a couple signs back and put her hand on my thigh. Her thumb is rubbing the dark denim getting me flustered all over again.
Thankfully, I don’t miss drive one-three-eight. I take the turn, the fairy lights only following us so far down the path until they peter out, leaving us in the pitch dark of the forest at night. Brights go on so I don’t mow down Bambi, but I didn’t need to worry about it too much. I didn’t hear so much as a cricket when the driveway opened up into a clearing fit for several cars below a railroad tie staircase that goes up a small hill to where the cabin sits.
The GTO shuts off, leaving a loud silence behind. The keys slide from the ignition effortlessly prior to my hands dropping to my lap. I turn to Astrix who’s moonlit face is expectantly waiting for me to do something.
“You know...if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.” The need to make sure i wasn’t trying to sway her decision rears its ugly head. “We can just sleep...or I could take you home.”
“Ghost?” My moniker coming from her soft lips has me completely entranced, so I just mutter an ‘uh huh’ like poor infatuated bastard i am.
“Take me to bed.” The tiny whine to her request, just enough to sound desperate wipes any notion of stopping this from my stupid pea brain. I nod, strictly on autopilot, the driver door swinging open enough it nearly bounces back and hits me in the grill when i scramble out into the pine forests outside Langdale.
My idea was to open Astrix’s door for her, but she pops up after me, taking the chance to be chivalrous away. The doors shut in unison, and with my backpack in hand, we head up to the long irregular stairs to the cabin. Gravel and dirt crunch under our feed breaking up the hollow ‘thunk’s of the wood, and the small shaky breaths coming from each of us.
We were close, staying in lock step the entire way to the door, but special care was taken to not knock into the other. I didn’t trust myself to not try and start something in the middle of the woods. She deserves better than a roll in the dirt, or sex on a deck chair.
Fuck, she deserves better than you.
Pulling out my set of keys for the cabin, it’s obvious my hands are shaking from the anticipation of what will happen when we get on the other side of that door. I’m fucking up the finish on the lock more than I’m actually getting close to the keyhole.
That is until Astrix puts her stone steady hand on mine, guiding the key in like some cruel joke by fate.
“Ghost...you don’t need to be nervous with me,” she soothes and leans in to kiss my shoulder.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I admit, my voice barely audible.
She lets out a soft sigh and lets go of my hand, opting instead to turn my face to her and reach for my mask.
I nod, unable to find the courage to speak right now. For some reason I can’t fully process that she wants to be here with a virginal musician, famous or not. That makes her taking my mask off this time just as scary--because now it’s a trend.
What’s next? My shades?
Astrix doesn’t broach the subject, however. She just pulls my mask down enough so that she can capture my lips after popping up onto her toes. The kiss isn’t as needy as the ones we shared in the stairwell but it’s just as passionate.
I stand there stone still after my eyes involuntarily shut, soaking up the affection she’s showering on me. Her hand slides down my arm back to my hand and uses her grip on me to open the door which opens to the massive living space.
“I’ll take care of you,” Astrix promises, her lips brushing mine as she speaks.
I believe her.
Nodding, i let her lead me in and toss my bag and keys onto the couch seat nearest the door.
“Bedroom?” She questions looking around and taking in what luxury resort living looks like.
“Back there,” I point to a set of double doors just barely visible from the end of a minuscule hallway.
I only get a couple steps in the direction of the master when I meet the resistance of Astrix still standing int he same spot, looking at me like she’s debating something.
“What?” I ask a worried edge to my voice.
“Do you need the mask on?”
She had me beat with how nervous she sounded, hands down. There’s no doubt she would prefer that i take it all off...but...I’m not ready. I don’t want to put my foot down about the shades, but Astrix doesn’t amend her question.
“Not with you.”
With my free hand i carefully stretch the mask so it doesn’t disrupt the rest of my disguise. The entire time, Astrix is watching closely--or i guess biding her time, because once the mask is free from my person, she pounces.
I have zero warning, but I manage to catch her when she hops up to wrap her legs around my waist. My hands grip her ass, to keep her up and pull her close, but her thighs clench around my waist pushing her higher than me as our lips move in tandem.
I don’t need to be told what to do next, so I enter the bedroom of my own accord, showing off the too-expensive rustic furniture that takes up the large room. The main offender is a four-poster bed made out of logs. It eats up the bulk of the floor space, which given the situation at hand is fine by me.
I kick the door closed with a boot before delivering Astrix onto the mattress’ edge. She looks amazing with fuck me eyes and my jacket on. I have half a mind to ask her to wear nothing but, unfortunately, it ends up being the first thing she takes off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.
“You going to join me?” Astrix asks playfully, punctuating the statement by grabbing at my belt and pulling me between her legs.
I really don’t know what to do in this situation. Should i have already taken my boots off? My shirt? None of that bothers my partner in the slightest. I’m pulled closer still when she hooks her legs around my hips, the bulge in my jeans flush to her core.
Instinctively i lean into Astrix more and am rewarded with a shaky inhale as her head droops back. With platinum strands brushing the plush mattress, and her face to the bed’s canopy, I pull my first wanton moan from a woman.
Does she really have to be so good at that? It’s torture. There’s too much clothing on the both of us for her to be allowed to make that noise.
“Oh...fuck,” I gulp.
I’m way out of my league, aren’t I?
“Again,” Astrix pants.
Yup. I’m doomed.