A Journey of Fajro

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I had been sitting on my bed for a while when I decided that I had enough. I needed to realize that he was not like my uncle. I mean if he had been he would have annihilated me for humiliating him that way. I was not foolish enough to believe that I got away with what I had done. I was sure there would be retribution for degrading him like that.

I stood up and went to my dresser and started to pack since we were going to leave in a few days. I thought about why this was happening. I just couldn’t see why he thought I could help. I couldn’t even take the throne from my uncle to protect my people. I just didn’t want to take responsibility for a whole society that was dieing.

I took a deep breath letting it out slowly. I thought about the garden and water fountain to try to relax. I decided that I would pack for months instead of weeks. I didn’t want to come back and be pushed to kill my only living relative. I know he was a sick, sadistic, bastard but I had to believe that there was some good in him...right…

I moved to my closet looking for a specific set of shoes that were made by mi hermana. I was digging deep in my closet. I had even started to throw things out onto the floor outside. I was just about to get really mad when I heard someone clear their voice just behind me. I jumped so high that I bashed my head on my shelf almost knocking myself out.

“GOD DAMN… MOTHER…. I … KILL…” I muttered to myself loudly. I knew even if I had whispered he would have heard me. I turned around to shoot him a death glare. I stopped mid glare to stare at him. If it was physically possible my jaw would have dropped to the floor and unrolled like a carpet strait to his feet.

This glorious piece of artwork was standing in my doorway, no shoes on and with low riding dark blue jeans on. His blood red shirt was so tight that you could see every curve. It was almost as if he moved just right he could shred it to pieces. Just as I reached his face I saw a sexy half smile curl on his lips. My jaw instantly slapped back to normal.

“What!” I demanded in my best bitch voice.

“Hey I have no issues being checked out by you. I even enjoy it a little too much.” He seemed to grow more sober at that small admission.

“Just because a nice piece of ass walks into my room unannounced does not mean I am not allowed to look at it.” I said with as much attitude as I could muster. I mean he looked almost like a greek god standing there. I licked my lips, swallowed, and shifted trying to draw some attention away from the fact that I got caught staring. “So what did you need?”

“Well I needed to talk to you about something but I got distracted.” His eyes shifted to the side as if he was embarrassed by the thoughts running though his mind. He uncrossed his arms and walked the rest of the way into the room. “There are some things that need to be said. I know it is going to be difficult for both of us to get the feel for each other but I would like to start today before we leave. I don’t want you to feel like you have to protect yourself from me. I really think that there is only one way for that to happen.”

“OK… what do you suggest? I’m really trying not to be mean or to be offensive. I also know that you are not either, at least not intentionally.” I smirked at him.

“No not intentionally.” He smirked back at me. He patted the bed next to him. “Why don’t you sit down and talk to me. I promise to try not to piss you off.”

“Ok… only if you let me hit you when you cross the line.” I sat at the foot of the bed to keep as much distance between us as I could. Not that it helped much! I could feel his body heat radiate off of him. I wanted so badly to crawl into his lap and soak in that heat while I rode him. I wanted to feel him enter into my slick heat that he created just being in the same room with me. “Um... what exactly did you want to talk about?”

“Well there is something that might help us.” He shifted slightly. He was nervous from what I could tell, I just didn’t know why.

“What is it? How would it help us?” I realized that I was nervous too. I really wanted to know how to make this easier on both of us.

“It would help us understand how to communicate. It is going to be hard to explain.” He shifted again giving me more space. I watched him carefully looking for anything that might tell me why it made him nervous.

“Illian what is wrong? Why are you so nervous?” I put my hand on his arm to try to get him to relax. Something seemed to be preoccupying his mind. I didn’t know how to get him to tell me what it was he was so nervous about. He seemed to take my touch as comfort because he took a deep breath and relaxed.

“I am worried that you will tell me that it is not worth the risk. That Fahdon and I are not worth the risk.” He shifted more trying to come up with the words. “A-Actually I am just worried you will not think I am worth the risk.” He hung his head with the last statement. It dawned on me that he was trying to tell me something that could not only damage him and Fahdon but also me.

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