Red Paint | Ashlena
Helena simply ran her fingers through her hair, that now fell just below the top of her neck before shutting the door behind Ash. She was confused beyond all things, watching closely as Ash placed her bag on the floor, catching sight of her red splattered hands as she pulled the hair tie from her hair. Helena couldn’t recall a time Ash looked so tense and so nervous and from that alone, the Domme knew this couldn’t be good.
The quiet made her nervous, which was odd for Helena. And she just stood in place with her hands fidgeting as she waited form something to happen. She sighed with relief as the other girl’s voice finally broke into the silence and took a seat on the bed behind her. When she thought there was going to be clarity, she was wrong. Every single statement that came out of Ash’s mouth only made her more confused. Her head cocked to the side as her fingers played with the hole in her jeans.
“What are you talking about? You need to be claimed. Or you’re going to go to the markets…” She wasn’t sure what Ash was playing at but after everything she’d heard about the markets, she knew that wasn’t an option. “In this fucked up system, that’s not a choice for you.”
Hearing how it wasn’t a choice for her had been recurring in her life since she plucked the blue rose from her envelope. So there was no real reason for it to cut through her like it did, especially because it wasn’t even what she meant.
Ash took a few steps forward and positioned herself directly in front of Helena. Her paint specked hands fell to the girl’s shoulders and their legs brushed together. “I mean... I don’t need to live like that. Under structured rules all the time.” Ash wasn’t largely confident in this theory. To be fair she had spent the better part of the past year putting the pieces of herself back together after losing such rules and structure but it was obviously more than that. As much as Ash wanted to believe she didn’t need love and that she could ignore her heart in favor of society’s idea of who she should be, it wasn’t true. It made her miserable and the days were she could make a choice and differ from that sort of underlying unhappiness was running out.
“I do need to be claimed but I want it to be clear, between us, right now, that I wouldn’t need that sort of heavy life style.” Ash paused and she finally gave in to her desire to close all gaps between them and turned so that she could sit in Helena’s lap. “I don’t know how you feel but I want to stay with you. I want you. I thought I should admit it, for once. Before I lose the chance to.”
