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ENTRY NUMBER THIRTEEN
~SHE GLITTERS. I SPARKLE.~
"She showed up at his door soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter."
Christian an artist, teaching a night sketch class. He is in his 30s, a smoker and only has one stable woman in his life, Ava.
This is a story how Christian was blown away by a Glitter Princess. AU, OOC, HEA. Competition One Shot.
Thank-you to my second pair of eyes! Much appreciated!
November
Summer was a distant memory and had long come to a close. All the deciduous trees were sparsely painted with hues of fall as the crisp winds of winter were well on their way.
In my case it was the opposite. It was warming up.
I pushed the door, and it slammed with a bang. My kaleidoscope of dishes shook violently. My collection of Disney Princess shot glasses didn't favor well, as both Cinderella and Ariel lay shattered over my scuffed pine floor.
"Fuck!" Ava isn't going to be happy with me.
"Oh my god!" Anastasia screamed holding her chest.
After our third Malibu and mango, we were both all over one another.
"Why are you worried? It's not your apartment," shaking my head.
"That's right… No no no, apartment," she sang to her audience of one, "I know," rolling her eyes, "I always need to rely on the dominant men in my life," giggling under her tropical breath.
Her body tensed realizing what she mentioned. The dominant men. Myself and …her not so secret José. I can only see RED.
"Is she here?" Ana whispered.
Out of frustration, I groaned.
"Really Ana? She's almost five do you think a five-year-old would be all alone in an apartment."
"Oh… yeah," her lips crashed onto mine. It was heaven.
My rough fingers still covered in charcoal and graphite from class scraped along the cork board behind the door. I leaned into the goddess in front of me. The display of memories was a perfect background to her flawless features. Photos, ticket stubs, my favorite and latest sketches, ribbons, and a personalized portrait by little Ava.
The pad of my index finger felt Ava's artwork as the glitter was unavoidable. My best feature according to her.
Silver glittery eyes.
"See your glitter eyes," Ava's voice was soft and sweet. Instantly I became a marionette nodding my head up and down. "Sparklies. Your eyes sparkle now," Ava continued to play me like a harp.
"Oh honey, I know because I've met someone very special."
How can I not smile, this little girl makes me loose all my tough masculinity in three seconds flat. As our eyes met Ava smiled, and I ruffled her blonde locks.
"Ava you have always made my eyes glitter, especially when you were born. But—" she was bursting with excitement.
Ava couldn't help herself and needed to ask.
"It's a lady… is she a Princess?" she makes me chuckle.
She's beyond adorable, thinking of her Prince Charming and the beautiful Princesses.
"She is to me. Ana… her name is Anastasia."
Ava was glowing and of course squealing uncontrollably. She knew the scoop about her favorite grown up in the world other than her mother. In all purposes Ava has known Ana all her life but from this day forward she was known as the Princess who won my heart.
My eyes flicked to her cerulean blue. She blinked as a heavy breath forced her lips to open.
Oh, I know what this means.
Yes. Fucking. Please.
"Come here my glittery Princess," pushing her chest to mine. Her cheeks were rosy, and warmth scatter through her clothes.
I was horny, and there was no way to disguise it. My erection was standing proud and tall. No amount of t-shirt or camo pants were going to hide him any longer.
"Well, dear sparkle Prince," her hand roamed along the front of my t-shirt and down to my crotch.
Yeah, baby touch it. He needs some attention.
As needy as a teenager with an underwear catalogue in one hand and dick in the other, I quickly removed what wasn't necessary. Boots, coat, and finally I shoved my hand into my pocket and grab my anti-anxiety and depression relief. My menthol cigarettes.
My instinct was to throw them far away from Anastasia. Conveniently they landed in a standing position on the table.
"Fuck yeah, still got it!" I thought to myself giving a subconscious fist pump.
"This glittery Princess wants to be copulated…" she whispered with great force "that means… take me to your bed Prince. Please… Fuck. Me." Ana's cheeks were rosy and the slight gap between her front teeth was showing.
How can I hide my love for her? She's amazing I hope she'll only be mine from tonight onward.
The Wednesday ritual began.
Mint popped. Bare feet on the floor. Glitter falling from overdone hair and makeup. Something was different this week. My hands roamed down her sides. Her pockets held a handful of small, firm rods. Definitely not cigarettes.
I could surely use a smoke now.
No! Perseverance Christian. You can do this.
"What are these?"
"Don't ruin the surprise, Prince." She waved her fingers across my face.
Of course, I noticed the mark on her fourth finger again and the bruises around her wrists. As the weeks go by, it's getting more obvious. My hand traced her injuries. As always she brushed it off, blaming it on clumsiness.
Denying our mutual needs was no longer an option. I scooped her up and carted her to bed.
"Oh my… I can't believe it's a school night!" she giggled.
Her laughter it goes straight to my cock.
"A school night? Are you 15?"
"Oh no, far from my sparkly Prince." I sneaked a wink and she wiggled with excitement.
"It's Wednesday… you know… Wednesday?"
"Yeah…?" I kissed her and allowed her tongue entry, "what's so good—" I kissed her nose, "about Wednesday?"
"HUMP DAY!" she blew a kiss to my neck which sent shivers down my spine.
Oh God, I love her.
"Sorry but not sorry. You have glitter all over your ass. Don't move. It's fucking hot." I was firm with my delivery, and my cock hung between my legs.
"Ava?"
"Ah huh. She doesn't know it but her arty mess has made my libido jump tenfold."
"It's pink, just like your cock." I coughed, as I choked on my saliva.
There's my second head thinking again.
It's hard enough visualising the fun time I had with my niece creating pink portraits of Barbie dolls while the sexiest woman alive is naked with hot pink glitter wedged up her ass. Fucking hot.
"Silver would be better," she wiggled her derrière, teasing my poor dick.
It was my fault she had glitter wedged there. Ava's portraits have become a favorites of mine, and she had sprinkled glitter everywhere. I'm the boisterous creative uncle, while her parents are snarky disciplinarians.
I stroked Anastasia's face, as if she were being sketched. My fingers outlined her face, and I prepared the shading and highlights as I rubbed her skin. The bruises were getting more visible. She was packing on the concealer and foundation, but I didn't want to call attention to it, and make her uncomfortable. Her bruised wrists were visible but other injuries were well covered.
"Prince…"
"Hmmm" I was lost in her perfect form I want to ask about the bruises, but my dick is taking over.
I can remember the first time I met my Princess. She was nothing like what I was expecting.
"Ok ladies it's human form time!" I clap my hands together. "Over the last few sessions we have practiced still life. Now is the time to step it up. Shadows are the key. Looking from all directions rather just from the direct light source."
I was proud of the sample works I brought for the class. Hearing the ooh's and ahh's really boosted my ego. Honestly, I wish they were from a studio or a print house so I could make a bit more cash than a night class.
"Hey, Christian. So where is this body… oh god please say you're doing the deed for us." Within seconds women of all ages began to pant, steaming up the studio. Even though I'm totally flattered at being pursued by a senior named Violet, it really kills the mood.
"Sorry to disappoint, our model shouldn't be too far away," I looked at my phone, again.
Mr G running l8. Traffic is atrocious. Give me 5 and trust me u wont be disappointed. A
I stare at the message, she sent more than 25 minutes ago. I hope she isn't far away. I really don't want to get naked in front of a class of 14 women. Especially Violet. I am certain Granny is going to jump my bones.
Fuck.
"Ladies lets set up around the middle table where she will be placed. Ensure you have enough equipment. Paper, pencils, charcoal, oil pastels if you wish. While we wait, start study sketches of the white cloth. Remember… shadows. You will need to use all shades of gray, not just black and white. No outlining. Shades ladies. All shades of gray."
"Like your name Christian?" Violet winked as the shiver slithered down my spine. Older women scare me.
Where the fuck is she? I know I shouldn't trust my brother. He made it clear Anastasia was reliable and needed the work. She has experience in modeling in front of the camera, not an easel.
I know she's best friends with Kate, but come on! I've tried my best. Staying clear of her friends was the goal but now Elliot has other ideas. Five years I've been able to avoid her circle. Of course, Elliot likes to stir the pot.
Tap Tap Tap… "Sorry I'm late Mr. Gre—" She crinkled her face unsure what to call me. "I'm here!" Anastasia exploded with energy to her audience.
Shock was the only word for what I felt.
She had a long black trench coat tied tightly around her small waist. As my eyes traveled up her body my attention was focused on her god awful gold glitter eyeshadow.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Anastasia held her hands up in surrender, "I just came from a photo shoot so I apologize for my hair and makeup. I know, the glitter." She flicked her hands through her hair and glitter fell to the floor.
With no instruction, she dropped her coat. She was wearing a flesh colored corset and delectable panties with a little bow at the back.
I haven't been with a woman in almost two years and the celibacy is killing me. Let's say my right arm is a lot stronger than the left.
"Anastasia, you do realize it's a nude class," I flushed through all shades of pinks and reds.
She's gorgeous.
I need to think straight. I need to think straight… don't think with the wrong head Christian.
God damn, why haven't I met her sooner? Fuck, of course, the large brick wall barrier of Kate Kavanagh.
Shit, I've got a semi. I can't stay away now.
"Oh, I'm completely aware Mr. Grey—" she purred as if she was directing my cock.
"Christian" I replied smiling like a loon.
"Ok… Christian. This was what I had at the shoot I'll give it back to the photographer. I know him well. Can you help me?"
Oh, God, I think I may come in my pants if I have to unlace that corset.
"Yeah… sure," my voice broke several octaves. I gave her a toothy smile.
The sweat trailed down my back. My semi grew and without warning my cock waved to the woman in front of me. Thank God, I'm wearing a long t-shirt tonight. My horny students average age fifty-three, don't need to get any more excited.
My palms rested on her bare shoulders, and my fingers slowly made their way down her spine. I pulled the tight ribbon loosening the tension. The flesh-colored corset fell from her body.
Perfection.
Moments like this I wish I was drawing. Not instructing.
Fuck it. I'm going to draw her too.
Anastasia made her way to the table draped in white cloth, and slowly slipped off her lace panties. She tucked her arm under her resting head, and aligned her body with the flow of the textile.
Please, God, give me the strength to not come in my pants and the ability to string a sentence together to ask her out.
"I think I lost you for a minute. Where were you?"
"Right in front of you," I smiled and kissed her as if it were our last.
Her eyes roamed lower.
"Oh babe, most definitely in front," she licked her lips.
I'm in heaven. Thank you, God!
Hours passed and the clock ticked three.
"Was that your phone again?" Turning to see her phone light up the dark room.
"Yeah, yeah. It can wait."
I shook it off and thought it was time. Time to ask her.
"This is going to come as a shock," I chuckled, and caressed her neck.
Yep. I'm nervous.
"Yeah, Prince?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
Never in my life have I expressed how I've felt to anyone, not even my parents. The time was right.
Anastasia went stiff. The worry flew through my veins and I didn't know how to react.
"Christian…" I could hear the worry in her voice. She never uses my name.
"What? We have been together for a good three months, literally together every day. Half the week you are here. In my bed."
She shook her head and began grabbing her things which are strewn around my bedroom.
"I can't… you. Ahhh. Why do you need to be so perfect?"
"Perfect? What does that mean? But you're running?"
"Don't even start. I'm far from running. I knew the first time I met you, this …" she waved her hands back and forth between us "was going to ruin things. Now you're complicating things even more. My life is arduous, ok?" She was stern.
Fun loving Anastasia was gone.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You've met my family. My fucking parents. Kate mentioned things but I didn't believe her. I never believe anything that comes out of her mouth."
"Kate. Fucking Kate!"
"Don't remind me about fucking Kate."
"We're best friends Christian Trevelyan-Grey and you are Ava's uncle, get over it."
"This has never been an issue. What the fuck is wrong?" I could feel my eyes welling, shit it's hitting me right in the chest.
"I just… can't. I'm not running… I'm leaving."
"For good?"
She was silent refusing to make eye contact. The loud huff wasn't making the situation any more positive.
"Why are you doing this? The bruises." She gasped as if she was surprised I've even noticed them before "Is it because…"
"Because of José. I'm sure Kate told you." She couldn't help but mouth bitch under her breath.
Damn right she fucking told me! She told me everything, I didn't believe her at first but it was obvious. He was abusing her and she didn't know how to leave.
"Fucker…"
"Christian… José is my boyfriend and…"
I couldn't help but grab her phone which was on the charger vibrating for the hundredth time tonight.
Bae, I miss u?
I'm sorry I didn't mean 2.
Where r u?
"What am I? Just a fuck to you?" I yelled across the room. I slammed my hands on the bed and glitter went flying, then falling like pink snow.
Anastasia was silent and refused to speak. She stood, still naked, holding her things.
His messages continued.
I love u Ana.
I'm sorry.
I can't wait. It was a yes!
It made my blood boil seeing those words from another man.
"Don't you love me? I know I—"She cut me off raising her hand to stop.
"Don't even say it, Prince," I hoped she would have used my name.
The anger was building and I threw her phone at the door.
"This is nothing… just… fun!" She screamed back. But I could see in her eyes, it was more than fun.
"Are you even clean? We have been bareback every fucking time. Fucking hell! Anastasia this," waving my hands back and forth between us, "means something to me! A lot more than your standards."
Her tears slowly dripped down her cheeks.
"What was yes? He's asked you something… What?"
I knew already Kate had told me over a month ago, but deep down I tried to deny it. It couldn't be real. This has felt like a relationship for months, just always in the shadows.
Why the fuck am I even speaking! I'm digging a very deep grave.
"Anastasia… what are these text messages? He loves you? But you can't even express… a simple word to me?"
"I can't … Because it will make this hurt even more." She was beyond crying now and I knew it was too late for me.
I jumped out of bed, naked covered in pink glitter.
"My glitter Princess…" holding out my hand, I hoped to receive some form of touch.
She studied me for a final time.
"Please be a star, distant and dying … and stay the fuck away from me!"
I'm an asshole.
A FUCKING asshole. She's being abused by her "boyfriend", finding solace with me and … shit. I'm a fucking asshole.
She left the room without turning back. I knew she was in my kitchen. I could hear the shuffle of her feet as she dressed.
A minute passed and the front door slammed shut.
Yes, sad Christian was back, better than ever. Naked and covered in glitter.
I was stuck, stuck like a deer looking at oncoming headlights. I should probably run after her. But I realize these last few months possibly mean nothing. I've been played like a guitar and all the strings have snapped simultaneously.
Awaking from my daze, I grabbed my pants and t-shirt and ran out of the room.
There on the bench were my cigarettes, lying face down. I needed about three at once. To my surprise Anastasia had replaced them all with bright glittery colored crayons. Blues, pinks, greens. It was beautiful.
Oh, I love her, but I'm sure she's in love with another man. Being abused by that man.
Fucking José Rodriguez. Seattle's finest fashion photographer. Fucking woman abuser.
Behind my newly found crayons was a small note.
"u dick. I'm goin 2 miss u my Prince."
Yep, I've fucked things up.
Something about glitter. It always sticks and you can never get rid of it.
Weeks Later
Every god damn year. It's a vicious cycle that I can't seem to avoid.
Being single.
It begins with humiliation and ends with mockery. This is all courtesy of my older brother Elliot.
I'm the constant disappointment in the family. No stable job, broke, no woman in my arms the list never ends. It's one of the most uncomfortable feelings and as always I hold it all in.
You would assume my friends would lift me up during this festive time. If there were any friends. I truly have none. Of course, I have acquaintances and work colleagues, but absolutely no one I can rely on. Definitely no late night movie marathons or online gaming.
Closing my eyes and taking a shaky gradual breath. I inhale the overwhelming scent of pine needles, a deep dark forest, and golden sap. Hearing the combined crack and spit of the roaring fire on the far side of the room is a relief since it's below freezing outside.
The small buzz from the lights above my crown brings a hum to my ears. I can only hope all these soothing sounds will drown out the rumble and whine of Elliot, Kate and my mother Grace.
I've been lying on the black walnut floors meditating for what feels like hours, concentrating on the glow and crackle of the fire. As I turn to look at my phone, I rub my thumb over the home key.
Fuck.
It's only been 14 minutes. Oh god, even this Christmas dinner is creeping to a crawl. I thought it was just my personal life.
My mind numb my hand reaches for my last cigarette. Popping open the pack my lips immediately embraced the fine pulped unlit paper. I anticipated relief and comfort as I pulled in the pungency of the tobacco. I swear one day I'm going to inhale that final filter. It was the relief and comfort I needed and desired. The aroma was divine, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.
"Christian. Christian? Darling where are you?" The holler of my mother from the other end of Elliot's home gave me chills. I just can't deal with it today. Honestly, any day.
The inevitable is going to happen. The conversation. Always the conversations. The one ended conversations.
"Why don't you have a date?"
"Christian are you joining the clergy, because you sure have celibacy down pat."
"You're going to be 33 soon, don't you think it's time to get a real job and settle down like your brother."
Previous year's statements tumble through my head.
Turning my head my rough curls fell into my eyes. I was well past a trim but I didn't have patience to get a cut.
With the Christmas lights flashing in my peripheral vision, I can see baby Jesus in his manger, Mother Mary, and in the background, Joseph, his adoptive father.
"Come on baby Jesus…fucking help me here! Use that divine intervention!"
The tension had returned, spreading like a rash.
How do I tell my family? I'm deeply in love with a girl. She's interested, but totally denying it. And she is promised to another man, who is most definitely beating her regularly. I really thought we would be together over Christmas.
Oh Christian, you sad, pathetic fucker.
The nails of my right hand scratched at my belly flesh, turning it a bright pink, and almost breaking the skin. The NicoDerm patches weren't working, and even an unlit smoke in my mouth wasn't doing a thing.
Withdrawal, the consistent urge to puff, makes my skin crawl. The constant tick, the nervous twitch is back.
I have hope that I can ignite the superhero powers I don't possess. May if I rub my fingers together a little harder it will ignite the dart between my lips.
Oh God my fingers… I need to fucking stop. Why can't I give up a simple thing?
I instantly spat out the unlit cigarette. I cup my palms to my face, hoping for the lingering scent of her on my fingers.
The ship had sailed.
It had been weeks but a small sparkle of glitter had stuck around. My imagination went wild thinking of her gorgeous body. Her flesh smelled a thousand times better than my last cigarette, which was now crumpled on the floor.
Shit, my smoke.
I stumbled to grab it. The Christmas tree jingled as I rushed to grab the cigarette. Luckily it didn't tumble or I would have been on Kate's shit list for the rest of my days. I straightened the thin stick as much as possible, and carefully placed it back in the packet, to be partnered with the single glitter pink crayon. Once in its protective cover, I shoved it with great force into my pocket.
It was a security blanket, and I wasn't willing to give it up.
The need to puff poison into my lungs had been a priority for so long. I can't believe I'm doing this… giving them up. I thought I've given up enough this year, but I've added smoking to the list. Number one would be Anastasia. My Princess.
You would think she could give up…that fucker, but no. She made it clear and I haven't heard from her for over a month.
I need Ana.
I stared at the sparkling lights. They mixed and blurred as they flashed in groups of four. The repetitious flash became monotonous.
I just need another two minutes. Only two. Please, God, listen.
Broken from the hypnotic daze of Christmas lights, I felt a small tug on my big toe, and then along my other three digits to my crooked little toe.
I didn't stop to think that the lower half of my 6'1" body would be showing under the large Christmas tree. Maybe I had one too many drinks to think straight or maybe I should just give up on life.
I fucking miss her.
I've been with women before, in relationships and a handful of one night stands. The other women can't compare to Anastasia. I was only with her for a few short months, but it was long enough for me to know that she's the one.
She was… no, she is still my one. Apparently, she was someone else's one. My breath caught in the back of my throat. Thinking of her still hurts.
I sigh at the thought of seeing her one more time. I would apologize for every stupid thing I ever said to her. Clearly, I want to know why she did it. Why was she not stronger? Couldn't she give up something for me? Or for her own safety?
I honestly thought she had similar… mutual feelings. Love?
Two hands touched my lower extremities. A delicate little finger began to outline the tattoos on my feet.
"I can see you." A small familiar voice plucked me from my light show and mopey reflection of my so-called life.
"Well, little miss I can't see you. Doesn't that mean you're not here?" I'm such a Grinch!
My hand slid into my pocket and pulled out my security blanket. Ironically I placed the glitter crayon in my mouth for a different comfort. Flicking open the packet repetitively the smell of the tobacco and menthol began to soothe my soul.
"But, but, but… I can see your foot?" I wiggled them both, "No I can see your feets!"
She crawled along my legs and onto my chest. Her curls tickled my face and made me think how much I have truly changed over the last few weeks.
"And what do you think you are doing little miss?"
"Trying to find you? All the growned ups were talking and I didn't have anyone to talk to? But… I found you, Un-kie?"
I've missed her cuddles. I've been too depressed to even allow her at my place. At least I have the attention of my little Ava.
She was beautiful and I'm sure she will break millions of hearts. At the age of four and two thirds her hair is long, blonde and wavy. She has gray eyes with a slight hint of blue like her mother.
"Do you want to play dress ups?"
"No."
"Play with me." I tickle her.
"No, silly billy."
"Un-kie." She giggles.
"Ah huh."
"Can I color your pictures?" She whispers while pointing to my feet.
"I thought you would never ask. Come on." Her smile reached ear to ear.
"Glitter?" She started to jump.
"Of course, baby girl."
As we were making our move to her room we… no, I was ambushed. I rubbed my toes into the luscious rug. Ava took my hand, and showed me all the wonderful colors and drawing books she received for Christmas.
"Why are you smoking…" Kate tapped her foot, "in front of my daughter!"
"Just kill it, Kate. It's just in my mouth," I shrugged my shoulders, "and if you look carefully, it's an unlit crayon!" I puffed hard on that glitter stick in a deliberate attempt to annoy her.
Her lips were taut reminiscent of her stuck up snobbery.
"Relax, we are just going to color. Take it easy and let's be civil."
"Civil! You haven't wanted Ava to visit in weeks!"
"Hey, baby girl I'll be in your room in a sec."
Ava was oblivious to the fight which was about to occur. She skipped up the staircase and her bedroom door swung shut.
"Kate, don't start shit when Ava is in between us… Literally!"
"Whatever," Kate rolled her eyes.
"Take it easy, look at you."
"Shut up."
Kate was the size of a house, much bigger compared to her first pregnancy. But she gets like this when someone is coming around. Everything needs to be perfect.
Fuck.
"She's coming isn't she?" I gulped as I hooked the crayon behind my ear.
"I haven't said a word." She shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the room.
"Un-kie" Ava giggled as I opened the door to her fairy room.
"You ready? Got your colors? Glitter?"
"Yep." She smiled, holding glitter pens in her hands.
It is our thing. Coloring and drawing. I knew when I first thought about getting a tattoo I would only need the outline since I would have my very own personal artist.
"Unk-kie?" She whispered concentrating, as she colored between the lines on my feet.
"Yeah, baby girl."
"Do you still love… your Princess?"
"Ava," I warned her.
I made it very clear how Anastasia and I were no longer together if there was ever a time we were a together. Of course this four-year-old has other ideas.
"She loves you," I couldn't believe this little girl was discussing my personal life.
"Baby girl. Anastasia and I aren't together. I've told you. You know, right?"
"But, but, she told me." I shake my head. She must be confused. "All done, look at all the glittery colors," she was so proud of her work.
"Thank you, baby girl. Love you," I plant a kiss on her blonde curls.
Hours passed, while being entertained by Ava in her bedroom. Barbies, fairies, Sesame Street songs, butterfly shadow puppets, glitter, and Anastasia.
"Christian, there is someone at the door for you," Kate screeched up the staircase.
"Who would be here to see me?" I shrugged my shoulders to Ava.
"Maybe it's—"
"Ava. No."
"Glitter?" Holding my pink glitter crayon, she wiggled her eyebrows.
Oh God she's going to get in so much trouble when she's older.
Almost stumbling down the stairs, and missing every second and third step, it was a quick trip. Kate gave me a look. It was a look of sincerity.
"Be kind to her okay? She's had a real shitty time," she whispered while rubbing her swollen belly.
"Ok?" I shrugged my shoulders.
Could it really be her? I mean, I haven't seen her in weeks.
Opening the heavy door. Rain was falling. Actually it was more like a monsoon.
Her back was to me. She wore a heavy coat, and her brunette hair stuck to it.
"Anastasia?"
She was soaked through. There's a yellow bruise on her collarbone and she's covered in glitter. Lots of glitter.
Silver and pink.
"I left him Christian," She stuttered and her teeth chattered.
I couldn't speak, it was surreal.
Then he twitched.
Fuck.
Can I please just think using the head on my shoulders?
"You're wet."
I could hardly string two simple words together, and I chose those two. With a delayed reaction, I realized the sexual innuendo. My palm went to my skull hitting it with force. Multiple times.
"Brilliant observation, Christian."
"You called me a dick."
"That's in the past…"
I fist pumped the raindrops. Thank you, Lord!
"I was blinded by—"
"Camera flashes. Possibly by a particular photographer?"
"Christian, just shut up and listen. Let me finish…" Anastasia took a deep breath as she held my shoulders. Her touch was icy.
"I needed to do things… for myself. I was afraid…" She paused collecting her thoughts.
Shit. Maybe this is good bye?
"…to change. I thought if lost my comfort, my stability… Christian, I thought it was a good thing with José. Never thought in a million years that I could free myself. In the end, I hope to gain something much better." She fixed her eyes on mine.
"Me too…well, I gave up something for the better."
Even though we were both outside in the cold miserable weather, my happiness was returning. It was a warmth from within, and not from my cock.
My Princess was returning.
"I hope not me?"
"What, no! Never… Jeez, I've given up smoking." Anastasia stared at me in shock.
"Really…" I nodded, "Finally! No more mints."
I moved her wet hair out of her eyes. I realized the glitter was sticking to my hands.
"Is it true? You gave him up. Freed yourself?"
She nodded. Her tears mixed with the heavy raindrops.
"Glitter Princess."
"Yes. I'm your glitter Princess. Ask me Christian… ask me again."
"What? Huh?"
"Christian, you can be hopeless sometimes."
"I think I'm admiring the glittery rainbow in front of me. You're wet, with fading bruises and covered in glitter," I smirked. "This is fucking awesome!"
I think my lower limb was doing all the talking again.
"Christian," her teeth chattered. "I'm really cold, can you hurry before I catch pneumonia. Well… ask me…"
"Oh right… sorry," I chuckled rubbing my crown. "Do you love me? Because I fucking love you."
"Yes… of course I do! I love you Christian Trevelyan-Grey."
Pulling her into my arms I swung her around in the rain. I never want to let her go.
"I want you to stick to me forever. Glitter Princess."
"Forever… my sparkly Prince".
THE END
AN: Thank-you for reading my little story. A Pinterest board will be coming soon.