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@bitchmilsky @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel trying to motivate myself to finish the things...
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Poly Wanna 16
This is one of the shortest chapters, simply because I had a couple of portions of it and it would have been longer than I wanted. I’m not yet sure if we have two or one more chapter, but we are definitely at the end of the story, with me just wrapping some things up. @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @bitchmilsky
A Phoenix
Henry needed to settle things/make stuff right with everyone else for his own emotional balance and mental wellness. This included Chloe, Bianca, a number of pornstars he dated, only a couple of strippers, one unfortunate potential patient, rejected on fuckability basis, and of course the spa lady… There’s also a few villains, but we won’t discuss that!
“HELLO???” Charlotte said, frustrated and now pushing his cheek with her big toe.
“What?” He asked, and playfully bit her foot.
“For the last filming thing, did you want to try to make it an event, or what? I like the thought of a party or something. Like, I would’ve wanted it to be the meeting with our parents, but that didn’t feel like where things should end. What do you think, as the showrunner?”
“What does Jasper think?” Henry asked.
“He’s asleep.”
“Yeah, but I know you already ran it by him. You always talk to him about stuff first.”
“I do not! And, I didn’t. This is your baby. I’d talk to Jasper first if it wasn’t directly something about you and your brainchild.”
He sat up and she followed, both of them letting Jasper sleep as the shifted to the foot of the bed to discuss. “I want to make things right with all the others, and finally put it behind me, but I don’t know how to do that without it affecting our peace, right here right now. But, I also don’t know how not to do it and have it not affect my personal peace, right here, right now.”
She thought for a moment and he watched her wheels spinning as she looked at her toes and moved them to a beat playing in her head. “Hmmm… What about a big event where they are all invited and you can get everything settled at it?”
“Like a party?”
“Hell and heavens no. Like a… roast.”
“Like, a dinner where I serve roast, because I do make a mean roast…”
“Like they all get to come in, eat and drink and drag your ass to hell and back!” She whispered loudly.
“OHHHHHHHHHH! A roast!” He laughed at himself. “I think that’s… doable.”
“We can make a big event of it. Invite everybody that you know has issues with you to be on the panel and invite everybody else that you know to be in the audience, and that way, they get to say everything that they want to say and they get to know that everybody knows that they feel like that. But, also, it’s a roast, so it might sting a little less.”
“It won’t, probably.”
“Okay, but do you have a better idea?”
“No… Can you and Jasper maybe… plan it for me? Like, I can give you a list of guests and…”
“I can say yes for me, but you’ll have to ask Jasper whenever he’s awake.”
“Thanks. Love you, Baby,” he said. She tilted her head to the side as he planted a small, fast kiss on her lips. “What?”
“You just casually said ‘Love you’ and kinda… I wasn’t expecting it,” she said.
He sat there, thinking that surely he had been saying this, but maybe he hadn’t. He couldn’t remember. So, he just shrugged his shoulders and said, “It’s true.”
She smiled and crawled over to his side of the bed. Henry was getting cuddles tonight. “Love you too.”
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So, while Henry was doing his work around Swellview, Jasper doing his thing at the lounge, and Charlotte was getting her findings together to petition for a grant for further research, the three of them began making the lists. The list of who would have the honors of roasting Henry, the guest list, the list of those that were either tentative or needed to try to speak with on a more personal level, because things just went entirely too wrong. Also, Charlotte was working on just completely cancelling Mr. Feelgood. “It’s the end of an era, my friend,” she said.
“But… It’s not though. I’ve built a lot with him.”
“And, I’m sure that it has been appreciated… But, you’ve also had a lot of masked rendezvous as him and if Henry is cutting that off, Mr. Feelgood needs a cut off too. Since we can’t just have him go and apologize for it all, we should just nix him and replace him. I recommend that it doesn’t happen close to the Roast of Henry Hart…”
“Dr. Henry Hart,” Henry said. She made a note on her tablet, “Are you… Are you jotting that down to roast me later?”
“Yep!” She cheered, with a smile.
Jasper came off of the elevator, kissed Charlotte on the temple, kissed Henry on the neck and asked, “Where are we right now?”
“Henry’s giving me some material for his roast,” Charlotte said. Henry groaned. “Oh, and the cancellation and death of Mr. Feelgood. Thoughts?”
“That he make an announcement that says, “I never should have done this. I regret it, this is the new me and blows a bubble and turns into… whomever he will be next.”
“See, Henry? Jasper has an idea.”
“I don’t hate it,” Henry said, making his way to the auto snacker. “I don’t know what to call myself, though. Whenever I became Feelgood, that was what I needed, who I needed. Someone who would help me to feel better about myself, because I hated who I had become. My human life and my hero life blend together. There’s always so much overlap that I have no idea where one ends and one begins.”
“Which is why he needs to die so that your phoenix... can rise... from the… ashes..” Charlotte said and started trailing off.
“What are you thinking about?” Henry wondered, returning to the couch with three bowls of popcorn.
“I’m thinking what if you were to become the Phoenix?” She asked.
He furrowed his eyebrows and Jasper said, “I’ve BEEN to Phoenix, nothing to write home about. I didn’t even grow a mustache. Why would he want to name himself THAT?”
They both stared at him and Henry admitted, “I can’t tell if he’s serious or not.”
“Oh, he’s serious,” She said. “So, ignore him.” She pushed her tablet to Henry and activated the hologram mode of the software that she put into it. “Attention back to me. What if you became the Phoenix and all subsequent heroes of Swellview took on that mantle in the future? Instead of passing down Captain Man… which is both a very stupid name and a mantle that will be held probably for as long as you are alive. Ray is not even aging, as far as I can see. You’ll be nearing retirement by the time he’s ready to hang his mask.”
“But with the Phoenix, whenever one bursts into flames, a new one is born!” Henry said.
Charlotte began to draw on her tablet and the costume in the hologram changed a little, “I can maybe add some flames to your outfit, as relish, oooh, to your accessories and stuff.”
“Can you make flames come out of the car?” Henry asked. She made a deep sigh and pulled up the car, to start designing the changes she would need for something like that. Rocket boosters…
“Hey, Henry, do you think that maybe I could be your sidekick?” Jasper asked.
“No,” both Henry and Charlotte said. He looked sad. They each explained, “I won’t be able to concentrate on missions knowing that you’re in danger a few feet away from me.”
“I definitely will have trouble leading tactical ops with BOTH of you out there.”
Jasper sighed, “What if I took some fighting lessons or something? Come on, I know that I can do better than 13 year old Henry with those bird arms and legs did!”
“Feel like a big man, Dude? That you can probably fight better than a kid on the doorstep of puberty?” Henry teased. Charlotte suppressed laughter. “You don’t need to take any fighting lessons, unless you just want to. If something happens out there, I don’t like the thought of both of us leaving Char alone.”
“I don’t like the thought of something happening and, and you’re out there all on your own,” Jasper said. “Then, both of us are left to have to think about how maybe it might not have happened if I was out there to have your back.”
Henry placed both hands flat on the table and looked at Jasper, “And I don’t like, the more likely event, that we’ll be out there and something happens, you figure out a way to sacrifice yourself for me, then ME and Charlotte are left here, without the best part of our life here.”
“So, what are you saying? That my life is more important than yours?” Jasper asked, fuming.
“Yeah! Yeah, I am saying that!”
Charlotte cut in with, “I think a better way to put it is… Henry has been doing this for a while. There’s a certain level of stress within the relationship relating to what he does. Adding you to the field will add stress into our home. The odds of a worst case scenario with him are something that we’ve had time to accept and be used to, but he has enough experience that the odds are low. Whenever he adds a sidekick to the mix, those odds WILL increase again, and we don’t need those odds AND our stress to increase at the same time. Both of your lives are important, neither more than the other, but I think that rationally, it’s just wiser to only have Henry in the field.”
Jasper flopped back, into a leaning position in his seat, slumped slightly, “It feels like you two don’t trust me to be able to learn and be beneficial to the hero team. I could be perfect to have Henry’s back and make sure that we both come home to you, but you two won’t even entertain the idea of it.”
“For the reasons that I just explained,” Charlotte said. “What about whenever we begin raising children? You would have me… possibly be alone with them and grieving you both? If I wanted to join Henry on the field, would YOU be on board with it?”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re tiny and…”
“That’s ridiculous! I’m glad that you said that, because that’s exactly how I feel about you, a 30 year old man, trying to suddenly train to be a sidekick. Had you started a few years ago, maybe. Your joints will be getting ready to betray you by the time you get the routines down!” She fussed.
Jasper’s eyes welled up with tears and Henry said, more gently, “This relationship can afford to lose me, but not either of you.”
“We ALL feel that way!” Jasper said, wiping a tear with the back of his hand.
“Not Charlotte. Charlotte knows that if she has to give up one, it should be me,” Henry said.
“That’s not exactly..” Charlotte started, but she was getting a headache and Jasper’s sniffles were breaking her heart. She got up and went to wrap her arms around him. He leaned onto her and let himself cry a little harder and Henry slid closer and wrapped his arms around his belly and laid his head on his back. “I don’t want to lose either of you, but I’ve had the chance to be prepared to possibly lose one of you. I’m selfish, Jasper. I’m taking what I can get, and if I can keep one of you here, that’s what I’ll do.” He squeezed her and she shifted to sit on his lap. He sat up a little, to give her room. Henry leaned back, but kept his arms around Jasper. “Do you understand that?” He nodded and she thumbed away his remaining tears and kissed him on the forehead. “How about you’re watching his back, nearby and ready to swoop in with a vehicle and a weapon if it’s too much?”
“Like… a rescue squad, but of one?”
“Yep,” she said.
“Okay,” he said and nodded his head. Henry was giving her a look, like that, too, was too dangerous for his comfort, but she would simply have to make sure that the vehicle and the weapons were on point, so that it would be surefire success. She blew Henry a kiss and he melted a little bit, gathering more of Jasper into his embrace. “Can I set the order of the roasters?” Jasper asked.
“YES!” Charlotte and Henry both exclaimed, glad to not have to do it themselves, and to be able to say “yes” to him after letting him down so hard only moments before.Jasper reached for Charlotte’s tablet and opened the folder for the roast. Henry and Charlotte gave each other silent glances, but neither of them let him go as he started working on it.
Shout out to one of my baby girls’ @henryhearts good lookin’ out for the fandom old lady, because she don’t even (and shouldn’t) READ this story!
@adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @henry-p-fart @up-the-tube I didn’t have more time to request the stuff that I wanted to have done for the socmed, but thank y’all SO MUCH for input, for reading, for sticking around while my mental illness punches the entire living shit out of me and my funds are low. I’ll try to just create some aesthetics later with the other ideas that I had going on.
I know that the posts are Insta but the profiles are YT, I just wanted y’all to see the YT profiles for PW feels!
Henry Hart || Henry Danger || Poly Wanna. An Aesthetic.
Charlotte Page || Henry Danger || Poly Wanna. An Aesthetic.
Poly, Wanna? 11
Much more toned down, this one.
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Power of 3
Charlotte had taken the bubbly for three days and was now awaiting the acupuncturist. Jasper and Henry had went for their gym visit and would be having brunch afterwards. She didn’t want to insert herself into their ritual just because of the recent turn of events… Being that they spent 3 nights together, watched 3 sunrises, 3 dinners, went to the same bed 3 times, woke up tied around each other, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the power of 3… That anything done in threes is more satisfying, more powerful, more memorable…
Maybe it was the Biblical implications programmed into most of the Western world - the Holy Trinity, a three days rest until resurrection, etc. But, even in Pagan belief systems, 3 held power. Many witches believed that whatever energy you put out in the world, you get it back three times. Three had been significant for her as a child, with having Henry and Jasper. The three, in her mind were a three. There was no coupling. There weren’t separate pairs. She honestly couldn’t imagine them separating when they got older… But, then there was that talk with her mom and life in general and now… she was looking back at her life and looking forward to her future. Henry had called them a triad.
HENRY had said that they weren’t going to do anything without her. Henry had taken a huge step in making these claims. She said claims, because who knew what could happen while the men were alone? They were both very sexually magnetic for each other and emotionally attached, forever. Jasper had once told her that they had the nastiest, naughtiest, most daring sexual relationship that he had ever been involved in. Sometimes, they didn’t make it to privacy before they commenced. Sometimes, they were in an alleyway, a public bathroom, the vehicle, an elevator… He said it like he was condemning himself for the risky behavior, but his eyes said something else.
Charlotte wasn’t into those types of risks. She liked the roughness that he mentioned (sometimes), and really thought it would be fun and interesting for Jasper to use her the way that he’d been allowed to use Henry whenever they were doing it. But, he said that was mostly because Henry liked it so much. To be called dirty names and degraded and manhandled… He couldn’t imagine himself doing that with Charlotte, even if she begged him. She was just so tiny and soft. He sometimes worried that he might hurt her whenever he got too excited!
She loved whenever Jasper got rough. She could tell it was closer to his element, and even though he held back a lot, she felt that she could tolerate more. It was hot to feel and see him in his sexual nature. Him holding back usually made her insecure. If he felt like he had to hold back with her, 1. WTH was he doing in the first place? Donkey punching folks? 2. Could she keep him satisfied? She thought about talking to Henry about it, because he was a professional, but he also probably couldn’t be objective. So, she would have to find some other method or tough it out.
After her acupuncture, she grabbed some sleeping supplies, because Henry had recommended the Bang Bang for three days, an acupuncture appointment, and a long sleep. Jasper had cleaned up the clutter that she made in her bedroom, because she needed clear space to sleep well, but she hated cleaning up and Jasper knew that and probably that she might not feel like it anyway, with the healing in progress. Sweet soul, Jasper. She lit her deep sleep candles, turned on the music loop of the siren song from Siren, shut the drapes to blot out the sunlight, set out her choice of crystals on the headboard, sprayed her bed with a sleeping mist blend, rubbed her feet with lavender, and laid her naked body down under the fuzzy blanket, with the weighted blanket on top. She was sleeping within moments. She stayed sleep for hours.
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Jasper and Henry peeked in on her whenever they got in. Henry wondered, “What in the world is she listening to?”
“It’s from some show, I think. We have to let it play, because even if you adjust the volume, she will wake up immediately.” Henry laughed. “Some things don’t change. You know what it used to be? This weird remix of FKA Twigs Two Weeks with like…”
“With meditation music? I made that for her.” Jasper said.
“You did what, now?” Henry laughed.
“I made that remix for her! You know, I can make music. I was in a band, and I did beatboxing and yodeling competitions… Not together… except for that one time that I got it in my mind that could work!” He threw Henry a glare and Henry laughed. “That was terribly embarrassing for me, despite the fact that I handled it with grace.”
“You absolutely did not,” Henry reminded him, thinking about how much of a train wreck that was.
“We remember it differently,” Jasper said and quietly shut the door to Charlotte’s room back. “I think I might need to go get her some more clothes and stuff. She didn’t say whether or not she was ready to come home, and let’s be honest - that bed is a lot more comfortable than mine. She’ll probably want to crash here instead, since you’re good now.”
“Since we’re good?” Henry laughed. “That’s what we’re calling what this is?”
“What… should we call it?”
“I’m in love with two people that I very much want to build a life with. Whatever is mine is theirs. We aren’t just “good,” I love you two, and I want to take care of you, in any way that I can.” Henry said.
Jasper nodded, “Well… You can talk to her about that. I’m gonna run home and get some clothes and stuff… and also beer, since your fridge refuses to have any. I’ve gotta go to work tonight. Should probably get some sleep today.”
Henry sighed and his nostrils slightly flared at Jasper brushing off everything that he said, but he realized that the burden of proving self was on him and he couldn’t be mad that Jasper wasn’t taking him seriously or that he was guarding his heart, whichever. “Well, I have work appointments this afternoon, so I’ll be in the office most of the time. Make yourselves comfortable, but be mindful that the living room is also a segway to my office.”
“Noted. See you later,” Jasper said and headed out.
“It’s been a few months since I began speaking on a regular basis with Jasper and Charlotte and, at this point, all I want to do is be able to be honest with both of them and build together. Most of the secrets are out. Jasper knows that I want something real with both of them. Charlotte knows what happened between Jasper and I, after her. I know that both of them have some type of feelings for me, as well. What I don’t know is if either of them want to explore those and what I don’t want is for them to take any time away from each other to figure that out. I want the three of us to reach an understanding and an agreement, or I don’t want anything. Nothing else, as far as relationships are concerned, in my current state of mind - nothing but the three of us in a committed and dedicated relationship will appease me.” *Sighs and holds up a stack of letters, tied together. “Then… There’s these…”
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Henry was exhausted. He and Ray had been tracking this villain for days and when they did find him, he was stuck in the lair and it took them hours to get free. Charlotte had been searching for them, using Henry’s phone to try to figure out where they were. She had been losing sleep for days and was working for four - because Jasper wasn’t very much help, worrying about Henry and Ray, but having no real helpful skills for the situation. Piper was in the loop by then, but also way more famous and not in town. Captain Man and Kid Danger were missing. Ray’s phone was dead. Henry’s had some life, but she had to sync it with the Man Cave computer to try to lock in on the location before it died too. The computer automatically pulled up an on screen menu, which were previews of various apps and photos. She was focused really hard on working, so she didn’t pay any attention to any of it, but did, in the back of her head note - Henry sure has a lot of porn on his phone. Jeesh.
She was able to lock in on their location and Schwoz and Jasper went to try to bring aid. By the time they all came back, and she was relieved, and settled, she’d also realized something… some of this “porn” wasn’t porn. It was private messaging.
She had never in her life thought to go through Henry’s phone or spy on him. All she had to do was tap the preview on the screen to see that was a video of Bianca. She folded her arms and said, “Huh,” pensievely, then backed up his phone to a clone and went on a journey.
The journey began with a group chat - Chloe, Biana, and Henry, which seemed to be a place to shit on Charlotte, but that wouldn’t even have bothered her nearly as much if she hadn’t eventually gotten to the photos, then the videos, then the invitations. All of the offers of blowjobs and threesomes, and the playful way Henry would entertain it was troubling… but, then Henry began to talk too. About what he could just imagine. About how he would think about this or that whenever he was alone, to get himself excited. Accepting an invtitation to record their sex tape (which got “leaked” later on and was a huge scandal - 2 Girls from the Woods, Playing in Each Other’s Bushes!) And… the last one that he’d sent… “Know that threesome you’re always on about?” and a series of emoji’s that she wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by them, but it was safe to presume that he was down.
She left the Man Cave and went home, started packing her things, and didn’t even get adequate rest.
“Hey, where’d Char go?” he asked Jasper?
“I think she left,” he said.
“Without me?” Henry wondered. That was weird, because they lived together, and they had been apart for days, while he was on this incredibly dangerous mission and had almost died several times. “Did something happen?”
“I don’t know,” Jasper said. “I got back whenever you did. I saw her looking through somebody’s phone when she got on the elevator.”
“What phone?” Henry was still confused.
“Probably one of the clones,” Schwoz said. “Looks like we’re missing one.”
“The clones?”
“Yes. You take someone’s mobile cellular phone and you clone all of the information into this phone. It is a phone clone, on which you can access all of the information from the original device.”
“Oh, maybe she cloned your phone for some reason. She was using the computer to try to locate you two through it,” Jasper said, casually. He was ready to head home himself. Now that Henry and Ray were safe, he could use some shut eye. “Goodnight, Hen! Glad that we could help.” He got onto the elevator and Henry went to the tubes.
He came in while Charlotte was packing. She had hooked up the phone/computer to the TV and let the messages just scroll for him. He took a deep breath. “Shit,” he said. He found her packing and immediately began talking in a pleading voice, “I promise, I didn’t mean it. We were only joking around. It was innocent fun.”
“Innocent? Thinking about other girls while you’re with me is innocent? And, I’M not having fun.”She began to slam things into her bag.
“Okay. I said a lot of things in those messages that I shouldn’t have, but I swear that I never would’ve acted on any of that!”
“So, you didn’t record their sex tape for them? You didn’t agree to a threesome with them?”
“I… recorded their sex tape VERY objectively and I was only joking about the threesome.”
“Nobody jokes that frequently. But, you know what. I won’t let my poor dicksucking skills or uppity requirements deter you any further from your passions. Have all the big tittied white girls that you can get your hands on.” She then muttered, “Chloe’s aren’t even real, but I’M Charlotte Flat as a Page.”
“I told her not to call you that!”
“Yep, with an LOL, so she knew you meant it,” she said, trying not to cry. “I don’t care if you complain about my ‘bee stings.’ These are the breasts that my body grew and they’re the ones that I’m satisfied with.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
“Titty fucking is really awkward with itty bitty titties sounds like a complaint, but even if it’s simply an observation, I don’t remember requesting a titty fuck. I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU it’d be awkward, as I am aware of my cup size. I don’t care about you talking about how seldom I go down on you - which YOU KNOW is because I want to make sure that everything is clean and good first and I won’t apologize for that. Do you know what kinds of things I see at the clinic? I have standards. You can meet them, or I won’t consent. Tell the world, if you wanna. And the fact that when I DO go down on you, it’s clear that I have no idea what I’m doing? I do have an idea, but I’m not a professional, because you haven’t met my requirements enough for me to get proper practice. What did you think I’d do? Practice on toys and tools? Bananas? Lollipops? Popsicles? Fine. Tell whoever you need to in order to feel better about your lazy hygiene and the consequence of not receiving pleasure. But, when you tell another woman that you’ll think of her, that’s crossing a line that I don’t have to accept. When you’re talking to other women every night about what you would do to them if I wasn’t in the picture, that’s basically you confirming that you wish that you could do things to them. I know where this road leads to and I can’t believe that I let you waste my time before I realized what fucking road I’m on.”
“Okay… Okay… Look… You don’t have to accept it. I was so fucking wrong for all of that, but Baby, I SWEAR to you, I’ve never touched another woman since you.”
“Maybe you oughtta. You wouldn’t be so unsatisfied!”
“I don’t want to be with anybody else!”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAID A GAJILLION TIMES IN THOSE MESSAGES!” She pointed towards the TV in the other room, screaming louder than she even thought that she knew how to, but he was pissing her off and he STILL hadn’t just fucking apologized. “I was so fucking wrong for that” is not remorse! You made me look fucking stupid in front of AT LEAST two other women and you can’t even tell me that you’re sorry for that. You’re just trying to tell me how it isn’t as bad as I think it is, but I can fucking tell from this conversation that you don’t even know why I’m really mad. You don’t even KNOW what you did that was so wrong!”
“I mentally cheated?” He said, trying to guess.
“You cheated. I don’t put qualifiers on that… but you…” Now, she was crying, “You knew that was the ONE thing that I wouldn’t be okay with. You knew how upset I was whenever my dad finally stopped pretending with my mom and ran around this fucking town most of our relationship with different women while my mom looked like a fool and you did that to me?”
“I wasn’t… I never intended for… I’m sorry.” He started crying. “I am so sorry. That’s not what I was trying to do. You don’t look stupid. I do. I have the most perfect woman in the world and I fucked up, and I don’t deserve anything from you. But… Please… Please, let me at least…”
“Let me stop you. There is nothing you can say or do that would make me even want to see your face again, Henry. That is a true statement and I am a stubborn person. Thank you for apologizing. I believe you. Now, get the fuck out of my face and stay out of it.”
He covered his face and sat on the bed. “I can’t. We’ve been friends almost our whole lives.”
“That didn’t stop you for betraying me in the way that you of all people should have known was irreparable.”
“It didn’t stop me from being stupid and reckless, no. But, I didn’t think of this as too bad. Your dad was actually fucking other women. I’m not completely convinced, by their interactions that your dad and my mom didn’t screw.”
“They definitely did. Why else are our parents never around each other?”
“But, in my brain, because it was just some talk and some photos… that’s nothing to me. It meant nothing to me. If I was as disgruntled about scarcely given blow jobs that aren’t that good when I get them, I would have gone out and gotten better ones…” She glared at him. He wasn’t helping. “I just mean that I never did that, because even though I was venting, I knew that I actually HAD the best part of all of this. Good blow jobs, I could give up. Frequent blow jobs, I could live without. Baby, whenever Ray and I were held captive, all I thought about was getting home to you. Seeing your face and holding you close to me and looking into your eyes again.” He sobbed. “Whenever I face danger, you’re the constant on my mind that I want to get back to. You’re my beacon…”
“Weird. Because, when you’re out there, I can’t think about anything else either. But, unlike you, when you’re safe and sound, I STILL DON’T FUCKING WANT ANYBODY ELSE!And if I did - if I EVER did, I’d respect you enough to let you know where you stand. Or… I would have, before tonight. Honestly, Henry, at this point, you could’ve died tonight, I’d be relieved right now.”
He held his chest. “How can you say that?” He shook his head, “You don’t mean that. I hurt you really bad and you’re angry. You don’t mean that.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bags. “Fuck you, Henry.” She headed towards the door and Henry got up and chased after her. That was not going to be how they ended things. That would not be the last thing that she said to him, especially following the previous thing… He grabbed her arm, harder than he intended and more angrily than he realized that he was feeling, and for a split second he almost questioned himself - how did he feel like he had a right to be angry? Why was he grabbing her? He should probably give her space? But, he didn’t really get to process all of that because whenever he grabbed her, she dropped her bags and by the time he’d looked at his hand clutching her arm aggressively and wondering how that was his hand… Her fist connected with his jaw. He felt it and heard it and the sound was kind of terrifying, but the pain shot through his entire head and he let go of her hand and stumbled back. “DON’T YOU EVER PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON ME!!!” She screamed at him, but her hand was done for. She could hardly move it.
She didn’t know what came over her in that moment, but she grabbed her bags and left and slammed the door. When she got into her car, she just sat there and cried. She cried for hours before she was able to even think about starting the car. She didn’t know what Henry was doing in there, but whenever she finally started her car and winced every time she moved her hand, she whimpered, “Call Piper.”
“Hey! Jasper told me that you found Henry and Ray!” She said, cheerfully. “I was almost back in town, too!”
“Are… you en route?” Charlotte asked, trying to use a clear and casual voice.
“Hey… Why do you sound terrible?”
“Henry and I just got into a really bad fight. I don’t know where to go. If I go to my mom’s like this, she’ll call my dad for an excuse to see him and I’m a little banged up. They’d never believe that it didn’t get physical.”
“Why are you banged up?” Piper asked, suspiciously.
“Henry grabbed my arm and I just… I punched him… I think I sprained my wrist or something when I did. I didn’t expect to be physically in pain, too…”
“What… Happened?”
“I found out that Henry’s been talking to other girls about sex with them. I can’t forgive him.”
“Okay. Meet me at my parents in like… 20 minutes?”
“Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call his sister, but I didn’t know who else would still actually care about me..”
“I’m glad that you know it’s me, if nobody else. On my way.”
Henry was staring out of the window. He had ice on his face and knew he should probably get to Schwoz right away, but he could see Charlotte in the car crying and he was helpless at the sight of it. He did that to her. Why the fuck had he done that to her?
His phone was charging and he’d snatched everything from the TV and posted himself by the window until she pulled away. She didn’t even look at the apartment. He heard his phone buzz and he saw it was Piper.
Normally, he’d let it go, with something this huge happening, but he was fresh off of a several day mission and needed to at least touch base with her. “Yeah,” he answered.
“What did you do, you freaking idiot?”
“What do you mean?”
“Charlotte hurt her wrist punching you in the face for no good reason? Charlotte Page?”
“I…”
“Did you cheat on her, Henry?”
“I never would have touched them. I swear to God. It was just talk. It was just to blow off steam. I promise. She… She says that she never wants to look at me again. Can… Can you fix it?”
Piper sighed. Henry was always super soft when it came to Charlotte and she was often a good go between, but the way that Charlotte sounded? “I don’t know. Expect things to be over. She sounded really bad. I’ll make sure that she’s okay. No matter what happens between the two of you.”
Tears were falling from his eyes. “Thank you, Piper.”
Henry angrily demolished a shitload of his things before realizing that he was 1. Destroying his things and 2. He would have to clean this up, eventually. He just needed to rest, probably. He needed to sleep off the mission and the fight and probably after that, he could collect his thoughts well enough to beg her to listen and to spend the rest of his life, if he had to, making this up to her and proving himself to her.
He grabbed his phone and recorded himself speaking, “Charlotte… I am so sorry. I should have led with that. I should have said that I’m sorry and I’m an idiot for what I did and for not realizing how bad it was. I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise. I’ll never give you any reason not to trust me again, so long as I live. You’re the only one that I want and wanna be with. I don’t think that I could ever make it without you.” He went to sleep after that. He was drained.
Whenever he got up, he checked his phone. Ray, Schwoz, Jasper and Piper had all called him. Chloe had texted. Mom and Piper had messaged him on social media. Nothing from Charlotte, though. He tried to call her, to leave her a voicemail message, basically, saying everything that he had said on his voice note the previous night. The phone number claimed to be disconnected. He tossed his phone aside and began to clean up the wreckage from his tantrum. He was eventually disturbed when a loud banging knock sounded on the door, followed by Jasper’s voice, “HENRY! CHARLOTTE! Are you guys okay??? I’m gonna break the door down if nobody answers me! 1, 2, …” Henry opened the door and Jasper let out first, a sigh of relief, then - a gasp of horror. “What happened to your face?”
Henry had sort of forgotten that he’d gotten hit. He was so distracted by the depression, physical pain ceased to exist for a bit. “What do you want?” He asked. Jasper looked confused by his tone and this whole situation, in particular. “WHAT IS IT?” Henry demanded, annoyed by just the flicker of waiting for Jasper to answer him.
“We couldn’t get in touch with you. We were worried that maybe goons were sent in retaliation. You almost died less than 24 hours ago… were missing for several hours before that… You have responsibilities and haven’t been answering any calls. What is happening, right now? Where is Charlotte?” Jasper tried to come into the apartment, but Henry placed a hand up to stop him. “Henry. What is it? Oh my God! Is she dead? Did someone attack here? HENRY, ANSWER ME, WHAT THE FUCK???”
“She left me,” Henry said, in a low voice. He blinked away some tears. “It was my fault. She’s gone, and I don’t want to talk about it…” He sniffled, nodded his head, and repeated, “It was my fault.” He started crying a little harder and Jasper took him into a hug. He tried to shift away from it. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be comforted, but Jasper was a strong mothefucker and bigger than him. He wasn’t letting him go. He was gonna take this solace.
Henry spent hours trying to write Charlotte a letter. By that time, the others had tried to find her, too, but her parents and Piper told them to just give her some space. She’d left her Man Cave duties, but emailed Ray after she saw the doctor about her hand. She’d fractured it and would need to wear a cast over the hand, wrist and pinky for 6 weeks and resigned immediately to accept an opportunity for an integrated and applied sciences doctorate program across the country. She thanked him and apologized for the sudden departure, and sent a video message to Schwoz, thanking him for all of his time and energy spent helping to make her a better scientist and being a good boss and good friend. She met up with Jasper and asked him to collect the rest of her things for her, then treated him to a buffet, but wouldn’t talk about what happened between her and Henry. She told him that if he promised not to give it to him, she’d let him have her new number and maybe when she was ready to start talking about it, he’d be one of the few people whose number she kept.
Henry had no access, so he wrote to her. He had to get his orange overlays, record the message from voice to text and then try to copy it with his handwriting. It took him a long time to write each letter, but he was committed to it. He thought, maybe if she saw that he did this, she would change her mind and forgive him. Maybe if she read his words, in his handwriting, and deduced what he had to go through to write this much… she’d believe him. But, she never saw him or them. She never knew. They didn’t talk. She didn’t visit. Jasper, Piper and Schwoz had some access to her, but were told that if that was shared with Henry, they’d lose it. So, he settled for hearing new things - she got a teaching position at an organization, she was in a serious relationship, she was out of the serious relationship, she was moving overseas, she was back in the US… But… he had a feeling that even they weren’t getting the good details. Maybe Piper, but Piper wasn’t easily moved by his plight. This was his fault, after all. Still… he continued to write her a letter, every day…
“467 days 1.2794 Years = 1 Year, 3 Months, 1 Week, 3 Days, 16 Hours, 19 Minutes and 59 Seconds... That was how long I spent writing Charlotte every single day since she left me. I only stopped whenever it was my first “anniversary” with Jasper and I realized that I, maybe, had been involved with Jasper for a year, but also that I had been nurturing an obsession over someone who I’d hurt and lost. For some reason, up until then, somewhere inside of me, I thought that it wasn’t over. That she was just still upset, like I was still upset about making the mistake. For everybody else, a year had passed, more than a year. But, for me… It was almost like it had just occurred to me that she actually broke up with me and that we were done. It had just occurred to me that I had been in a new relationship for a full year.” *Shakes his head, “Sometimes, I feel like this shit had to have happened to someone else. Like, who WAS I? Whoever he was, I’m glad he’s dead.”
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Jasper came back and went to bed in Charlotte’s room. She was still sleeping and he knew that he needed to get some sleep before it was time for him to go to work. He hadn’t been in a few nights and was a bit worried about having to leave Charlotte alone to go in, but also… They were all three in a similar place. He woke up a couple of hours before he’d have to be to work (because he needed to shower, get dressed, eat, all that jazz. Charlotte was still asleep. He checked to make sure that she was alive. She was…
He went into his own room to get ready. He didn’t want to wake her up, and whenever he came out, Henry was in the dining room, staring at a stack of letters, tied together. “Hey. What’s that?”
“Remember when we were first dating, how I used to write those letters everyday?”
“The apology letters to Charlotte?” Jasper said. “How could I forget. I always felt ‘othered’ in the beginning, and those letters were a huge part of that… Is… Is that what those are? Because… it’s been a really long time and I don’t think that’s normal, to hold on to.”
“It’s not normal. But, also… everything that she’s currently curious about and everything that she feels like she has the right to know is in these, and they’re in their truest form. I could dress up all this information with my 20/20 hindsight, but… She deserved to know then and she deserves to know now. I just… wanted to talk to you about it. If you don’t want her to have them, I will burn them tonight.”
“I don’t think that it’s fair of you to put this on me. If I say no, I run the risk of getting in the way of something that might bring Charlotte closure. If I say yes, it’s read like I agree that you should give them to her! And to be honest, these letters were stressful for me, the first time around, so to even bring them to me is at least disrespectful!”
“I’m not trying to come between you two. I want to bring the three of us together. I thought maybe that you would want to know what emotions were blocking your love from my view back then, too.” He picked up the stack of letters and came over to Jasper, “These are as much for you as they are for her.” He pushed them forward and Jasper accepted them and shook his head. “It’s… the last thing that might get in the way… of… us…” Henry said, desperately.
“Yeah, okay.” Jasper sighed and put them into his messenger bag. “I want to talk to her about it before anything else and she’s still asleep.”
“Okay.” Henry nodded his head. “Well, I’ve got stuff to make sushi, caviar and champagne, if you want me to make you dinner before you go.”
“Ummm… Yeah.. I was gonna just grab a burger or something.”
“Oh, NO! I just got this shipment in and have been ACHING to try out some new recipes and arrangements on someone! Burger. The only burgers that you’ll ever need to eat are the ones that I cook. Oh! I can cook you a burger, if you want?” “I don’t think that’s…”
“I’ve got thawed ground beef… Yeah. I’ll make you one of the best burgers that you’ve ever had in your life! But… also… I do have sushi supplies and caviar… I’m… gonna make a caviar burger recipe that I think I’ve only made once, a while back…”
Jasper bit his lip and set his bag on the floor. Henry was actually trying and it would be so crushing for him to tell him that he was doing too much. He was, but Jasper was content to try to appreciate it and would tell him some time after the fact, maybe when he wasn’t as emotionally high strung that he didn;t have to be this accommodating.
Charlotte smelled food. That was a surefire way to get her to get up, which Jasper should have realized, but wasn’t really thinking about. “There she is!” Henry cheered. She made a confused face and kissed Jasper on the top of the head, and played in his hair.
“He’s in the zone,” Jasper whispered.
“Char, I’ve got caviar burgers, sushi, and champagne. Glad you could join us before Jasper heads off to work,” Henry said, still moving around in the kitchen. Charlotte gave Jasper a thumbs up, then approached Henry. He yelped at her closeness, out of nowhere and then smiled, “Just, have a seat.”
“Why, has Daddy got it taken care of?” She asked, teasing him for his calling himself that a few days ago.
He played along. “Daddy does.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She began to grab stuff and try stuff. “Umm… Char… Daddy’s not done.” She made moaning sounds and continued. “Charlotte…”
“These are good!” She said, reaching for more.
“Char!” Henry snapped.
“Henry… Please chill out, okay? You’re acting all fancy and I’m literally in an oversized shirt, barefooted, eating your caviar with my fingers. Jasper can’t even tell you the difference between these fish, much less the caviar. We are impressed. You can calm down.” She took another portion of sushi and stuffed it into her mouth. “I’ve been asleep all day. Hungry. Shoot.” Henry furrowed his eyebrows and prepared plates. Charlotte scratched his belly and he looked down at her hand, then up at her face. She wasn’t looking at him, so this was an unconscious act. She was looking at the plates and asked, “You gonna put more on mine?”
He narrowed his eyes and pushed a plate in her direction. “Fix your own,” he said. She cackled. Don’t mind if I do.
Whenever she got to the table, Jasper was shyly eating and Henry was still setting up stuff to make his experience optimal. She grabbed three flutes and set the down. “Where’s the champagne? I wanna make a toast,” she said. Henry smiled and rushed to get it for her and popped the bottle open. When they each had there’s, she lifted hers into the air and they followed. “To, the power of three.” she said.
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Poly Wanna? Ch. 10
Even though this is a rated M story with characters in the 27-29 age range, I understand and respect that there are kiddos here and have no intention of writing flat out graphic adult material. I’ve used a lot of mature language, but have hopefully not gone too far in this chapter, which has numerous dreams and situations that I tried not to make too explicit. Be prepared for a few shockers, but hopefully, the M didn’t go into some other higher letter!
I stopped tagging as many people. I heard that the tags weren’t really working well anyway, so I just started over on these tags with the people that I know are reading and if anybody else is, they can find it on my page. @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @woahjusttakeiteasy-man (I hate this because it’s way too mature content for your eyes and I feel like I have to say that, but also feel like if I didn’t tag you, that’d be effed up, because you’ve read and reviewed every chapter!) @up-the-tube Anywhooo, if any of the 4 of y’all, or I guess I should say if Lizzie and Niah want me to PROMPTLY remove you after this update, I understand completely and I am SO SORRY FOR THIS. I tried to handle it hella different ways. Nothing went right. I know them first two just put up with ANTYTHING from me. 😅
Laughing Fits and Lucid Dreams
The movie watching went well. They wound up turning on some horror movies and Charlotte practically clung to Jasper the entire time. He loved that. She was so fearless, but whenever a horror movie was on, she would be worked up and a little bit terrified. Jasper fell to sleep first, probably because the past couple of days he hadn’t slept well at all. He had been awake and worried, then the three were awake all night and before the sun even set, he was passed out and draped around Charlotte. She tried to get up a few times, but he clung to her and groaned whenever she attempted. Poor thing. “I was pretty positive that between Jasper’s lack of sleep, my pulling and tugging his emotions in various directions and Henry and I arguing in front of him that he was not only exhausted (which I think is why he had a panic attack), but he was also scared and even in his sleep, his abandonment or rejection issues were flared up. I sent Henry to get my travel box of crystals from my room and I was determined to intercede on Jasper’s behalf, so that he’d be able to sleep well.”
Charlotte selected a rainbow moonstone, herkimer diamond and opal aura to set out. Henry didn’t mind if Jasper remained in his bed, but he recommended that Charlotte stay too. “If he wakes up in bed with me, and you’re not here, I don’t know how he’ll react to that.”
“Like I could get away, anyway. This boy is squeezing me like a python.” Jasper snuggled in even closer to her and held more tightly.
Eventually, he did let go. He was asleep and Henry was out fighting crime, so Charlotte went back to the Man Cave to check up on him. Nobody told her she could, but being back in there had stirred something up in her. She went up there to sit at the control panel and see if she still “had it.” Spoiler alert, of course she did. No plot twist, though. She was surprised to see Henry return alone. Where the heck was Ray? Asleep? She shook her head.
“You just keep exploring on your own, huh?” Henry asked.
“Who’s gonna stop me?” She asked back. He laughed and transformed into his regular clothes. “I started some work while I’m here. Thought about running some stuff past Schwoz, but he’s probably asleep.”
“Like you should be. I mean, I see that you’re dressed for it.”
“Well, yeah, but I’m in the middle of something right now,” she said and pointed to the screen. He couldn’t tell what she was supposedly in the middle of, so he just let her have her way and went to get himself something from the auto snacker.
Henry and Charlotte eventually went back up the elevator and checked on Jasper. He was still completely out. She was in her night clothes while in the Man Cave, so she simply slipped back into Henry’s bed with Jasper and he quickly resumed holding her closely, tightly.
Jasper had this cuddle habit. He kinda groped you in his sleep. His hand cuffed her “gens” and his other arm was wrapped gently around her throat. It was a possessive hold that Henry remembered well. He went to get cleaned up and threw on a pair of boxers, stared at himself in the mirror for a while and wondered, was he ready to do this? Should he just grab some covers and take one of the several other beds in the house? Part of him knew that might be best for everybody. That part of him was thoughtful and considerate. It didn’t win. He climbed into his own bed and laid down next to Jasper, wrapped an arm around the two of them and felt Charlotte’s hand touch his, then intertwined their fingers. He didn’t know if that was conscious or not, but was scared that if he questioned it, even in a whisper, it would be too jarring and possibly make it weird. Jasper shifted a little and Henry took a deep breath, cuddled closer to him and let himself fall asleep.
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Henry blew a bubble, then went up the tube. Charlotte was doing some interpretive dance in the living room, belly full with child, and music playing, accompanied by ethereal voices, in the background. There was a patch of grass beneath her bare feet, a real patch that he had made room for, for her. Jasper was nearby, playing the bongos with his hands and beatboxing. She wound up at his lap, he pushed the bongos aside and collected her into an embrace and kissed her. Henry backed away, giving them some space, or… maybe he was… getting smaller? He looked at the place, it was getting smaller, and eventually, it was no longer his house, but Jasper’s apartment. The grass was gone, the place was cozy and they were perfectly happy without him… And he realized that he’d shrunk so small that he vanished and everything went dark.
Henry awoke with a start and glanced next to him. Jasper was awake, but cuddling Charlotte, who was asleep. “You okay?” He wondered.
Henry nodded, “Bad dream.”
“Bad dream, or honest one? Char’s got the good dream crystals out,” he said and pointed a thumb. “I mean… they’re like in HD, Dude. I had amazing dreams. They didn’t all make sense, though. Mostly about… you…” He turned his gaze to Charlotte and rubbed her arms. “And of course, her. Thank God… What were you dreaming about?”
“You… The two of you… Just… like… I don’t know… You two have a connection. You’ve got this beautiful thing going on, and since I’ve been back in your lives, I’ve just kinda been making a mess of things. You’d probably be better just forgetting about me.”
“No doubt, but it’s a little late for that. You said that you love us… You’re going to have to tough out whatever that confession will mean for all of us.”
“Do you think that it does mean anything for all of us?” “I think that I woke up because I heard her say your name in her sleep. I think all three of us are experiencing a lot of feelings.”
“That’s because I stepped back into the picture. You and Charlotte could be on a patch of grass, expecting a baby, with her dancing a tribute to the moon goddess or something and you playing bongos and beatboxing, but instead, you’re sleeping in my bed, and none of us are getting any.”
“That was an oddly specific depiction, but add a cat and I’d say fairly accurate,” Jasper chuckled. Henry sighed. Jasper pointed to a slip of paper beneath the crystals. “I didn’t look to see what she wrote down, but whenever I ask her in the morning, I'll bet it'll be something about the three of us. Come here…" Henry came closer and Jasper shifted to allow Henry to cuddle up with Charlotte. He wanted this SO bad, but she hadn't really made him feel like it was okay. Then again, if she'd said his name in her sleep… Henry wrapped himself around her and moaned out a sigh. He was asleep again in no time.
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“Hey, Hen!” Charlotte cheered, come on! You’ve gotta get in here!” He looked over to where she and Jasper were inside of a photo booth. “When was the last time that we took a photo?” She asked, with a beaming smile and radiant skin. He rushed to get into the photo and they took several. They put their faces together, made silly expressions, shared a few kisses.
Jasper cheered, “Win me something!” And Henry rushed to do so. He got him the biggest stuffed animal… though it was a sasquatch. “Yay! Bigfoot comes home with us!” Jasper celebrated as Henry handed him the huge plushy.
“You guys wanna get on the ferris wheel?” Henry wondered. They didn’t look excited about that. “I’ll make it worth it, for both of you…” He told them. Their interests were piqued and they went for it.
Whenever the ride first started, Henry’s hand began to move up Charlotte’s pretty little floral dress. She smiled and looked at Jasper who raised his eyebrows and licked his lips. Charlotte leaned back to slide her pelvis forward and Henry shifted to get on his knees. Jasper simply smiled and set his plushy aside, so that he didn’t miss anything. The next circle, it was his turn. But, Henry certainly couldn’t pull that off with him in his romper… Actually… Henry could! Jasper protested for a short moment that Henry might rip his “romphim,” but was silenced soon enough. As they got off of the ride, Charlotte took one of Henry’s hands and one of Jasper’s. “Let’s go home,” she said…
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Charlotte woke up and looked at Henry, wrapped around her and shifted to see Jasper wrapped around him. She grabbed her paper from beneath her crystals and looked at it. “Please, allow us to see how it could be, if we got out of our own ways and did was what best for everybody. If we forgive, forget and move forward… I would like to see THAT dream…” She set it back down and went to the bathroom to pee, rub one out and refresh. Henry’s bathroom was even extravagant, though most of his things weren’t in there. Some necessities were in the cabinets and he had really good toilet paper and a very expensive looking bidet. She’d gotten one of those ones that you attach to the toilet whenever they lived together and kept upgrading it whenever she could over the years, but didn’t have a separate and sophisticated basin!
She came back to the two men cuddled up and wondered how Henry wound up in the middle and if that meant that Jasper didn’t want her next to him. She had several dreams throughout her sleep, that she could remember very vividly. That last one though… it made the most sense and was the clearest, so she figured maybe that was the dream that she was meant to see.
The previous one wasn’t even a current VERSION of her! She looked like she was in college! In fact, she remembered that night that she had dreamed about…
Charlotte was stressed out, gathering a bunch of books to turn back into the library, dressed as a complete nerd, barely able to stay on her feet, with huge goggles atop her head and a messy bun in her hair, with poofy tendrils traveling away from her. As soon as she dropped the books into the deposit, she took a deep breath. She made it! She could go celebrate tonight! She stepped into the place, hair done, and transformed for a few hours into a little vixen, still kinda awkward, but in a delicious little package that reminded Jasper of a golden candy wrapper. He stared at her and she made eye contact with him, then smiled shyly and turned away. She went to find a seat, so that she could size up the room - figure out where the exits were in case of emergency, figure out where her vantage point would be for getting in and out of the bathroom, where she would most likely be more visible, or preferably, most likely not to.. And two guys came up to the table, simultaneously. One, the one that she’d seen earlier had asked if she wanted to dance. The other, a tall blond, asked her if he could buy her a drink. The two men turned to look at each other, challengingly, but then they look each other up and down, rushed towards each other and immediately began kissing. She had found it. The perfect seat.
That wasn’t exactly how it had happened in real life. She had gone out, gotten hit on by about a dozen old men, and went home drunk and depressed, remembering that she had been dumped by her ex and in turn lost her other ex, and she did more drinking when she got home. The dream was a nice little reimagining.
She wondered what THEY were dreaming about, but shoved her way into the middle of them. They barely resisted her doing so and after she managed to squeeze in between them, both were facing her and laid hands or arms on her in some way or another. That was more like it. Who did they think they were, putting HER on the outside? But, now that she was in the middle with them groping and rested on her. Damn… she’d forgotten how sore she still was… and NOW, she was being poked at by TWO peckers. “Ugh. Good going, Charlotte,” she whispered to herself.
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Jasper was on the dance floor, twerking. Charlotte, at the bar in a tailored suit and a hat dipped low over her eye. Feelgood walked into the place and several patrons paused to see if that was actually him, or if some person was simply going around dressed like him. He came up to the bar and immediately noticed the tiny stud checking him out. She told the bartender, “His drink’s on me,” then, she took a sip of hers, touching the liquid with her tongue, before her lips. He smiled at her and moved closer to thank her, but she put a single finger up to his lips to quiet him, even though she hadn’t glanced at him again since her initial power move. She was watching something, or rather, someone. He turned to see him, a sweaty, beautiful disaster. He understood completely why she didn’t want to be disturbed.
After a while, the woman beckoned the dancing man with the curve of a perfectly manicured finger, her pinky, glistening with a pink diamond. He came over and she gathered him to herself by the buttcheeks, slapped him across one and kissed him on the ear, “Got you a present, Babe.” She turned him to face Mr. Feelgood.
Jasper cheered, “I’m such a fan!”
Feelgood said, “I’ve only seen you for five minutes, and I’m a fan, now, as well.” Jasper blushed.
The woman pressed close to Feelgood, beckoned him down to her, like she’d just done Jasper and he had no choice but to lean closer to her, because she had just commanded it. What was he supposed to do? Deny her? Their faces were joined at the nose and she said, softly, “You’d better not hurt him, or I’ll hurt you. Thank you for your service,” and planted a slow and painful kiss on his lips. The rest of it was a blur of body parts, touching, kissing, the flash of her camera…
Jasper woke up grinding against Charlotte and quickly stopped himself. These dreams were becoming a problem! But, Charlotte was back next to him and facing Henry… Actually, she was laying against Henry’s chest and his fingers were tangled up in her curls. Jasper moved in closer to her and rested his head in her curls and cuffed her to himself, without taking her off of Henry’s chest, because he didn’t wanna disturb her. But, he was also painfully aware of what that last dream had done inside of his shorts. He should probably deal with that? Naw, it’d go away in a while if he ignored it. Whenever it went down, he went back to sleep.He had a filthy, raunchy dream about them.
It was mostly him speaking very aggressively to Henry and ordering him around, making an object of him and dominating him to serve he and Charlotte. To pleasure them at his command, and cleaning them up. But, with Charlotte, he was not only gentle, but docile, speaking to her as though she were a goddess that he was worshipping through these acts. She was divinity and Henry was a sacrifice. Something that he owned and was offering to her. And Henry was willing to be that to him, to her, for him, for them. But, she explained to him that Henry needed to be pleased and cleaned up to, and asked him nicely if he was willing to do that, for her. Of course, he was. And she collected both of them to her bosom and held their heads in her hands, stroking their hair.
The situation in his shorts woke him up. UGH! I knew I should have taken care of this! He got up and went into the bathroom and just decided to take a cold shower, since he needed to clean himself up, anyway. He’d read that cold showers curbed libido and apparently, all of his dreams would be lascivious cesspools tonight. His daydream in the shower though was anything but.
It was them going home together from an amusement park. Charlotte had honeycombs from the rooftop beehives that Henry put there specifically for her and she made them snacks of cheese, edible flowers, fruit, and those honeycombs. She gave the cat some homemade pate that she did herself. She played thunderstorm sounds accompanied by music, and lit candles all over. They talked for a while, laughing about nothing and everything, then kissed, then touched, then… Maybe his daydreams were tainted too. Maybe… this itch just needed to be scratched! Maybe… If they just did this, did it… Everything could just continue on and they didn’t have to think about it this hard anymore. Maybe, he was just hoping for a good excuse to climb back into that bed naked and just let or orchestrate something to happen! This cold shower was VERY uncomfortable and not the LEAST BIT helpful! He turned off the water and shivered as he dried off. Then realized/remembered that his shorts were in no condition to be put back on. He was going to get the towel and go get more, but whenever he was picking them up off of the floor, he heard the bathroom door open and he quickly turned and faced Henry, whose eyes went wide and directly to...well… the jewels. He turned away and covered his face, “Sorry, Dude. I’ll go use another bathroom,” Henry said.
“No, I was just about to go!” Jasper said and wrapped himself in a towel and rushed out, forgetting his shorts. Henry was going to tell him that he had, but when he picked them up, they were still… not wet, but clearly they’d been recently… altered. He chuckled to himself and flung them into his laundry hamper, disturbed that he had been tempted to give them a whiff.
Whenever he finished using the bathroom and washing his face, he went back to the bedroom and Jasper and Charlotte were gone. Jasper had either woke her up to leave, or had picked her up and carried her out. Henry didn’t want to bother them, but he did want Jasper to know that it was okay and he wasn’t going to do anything because of what he’d seen. He went to check in Charlotte’s room and heard the two of them giggling. The door was cracked, so he peeked in and saw Jasper, releasing his towel and getting in bed, on top of her. He left, but he knew that there was no way that he could go to sleep now. He went back into his room and collected her stones and set them and her paper outside of her bedroom before going back into his own and locking the door. He turned down his lights, opened a bottle of wine from the bedroom wine cooler in his closet, and decided to do a late night wine workout, a bit of wine, a bit of workout to blow off some of his energy, then meditate and finish the wine and then, he might go back to sleep and just hide out in here until those two left… He heard a knock on the door and rolled his eyes. They must’ve left something.
He opened the door and Char was in a thin little robe and Jasper was in a pair of boxers. “Yeah?”
“Sorry we took off. We had to handle something. Can we come back?” Charlotte asked.
“Not if you’re bringing those damn crystals. I didn’t get ANY sleep!” Henry complained, but he was really glad that they came back and got out of the way of the door to let them in. Jasper wouldn’t look at him, so he stepped in front of him to make him at least reflexively do so. Jasper and he were face to face and Charlotte laughed, “Now kiss!” She said, playfully. Jasper leaned his head back, but then gave Henry a quick smack on the lips and sidestepped him to go back to the bed. Henry licked his lips. They tasted like Char. He smiled and blushed and asked, “Does anybody want a bottle of inexpensive wine?”
“I’ll take one.”
“I’ll take a couple,” Jasper said. Henry handed Charlotte a bottle and handed Jasper one white, one red.
“Hey… if you two lived here, what kinda stuff would you like to add or take away to or from the house?” Henry asked.
They began talking at the same time and Henry, after years of this, even though it had been a while, managed to hear every single word that they both said. A patch of indoor grass for yoga and meditation, rooftop beekeeping, a colossal sasquatch plushie… “Hey, wait… I had a dream that I won you one of those! I thought I made that up in my head. Are there colossal sasquatch plushies somewhere?”
“You won ME one?” Jasper asked in excitement.
“Yeah! We went on the ferris wheel and I went down on both of you,” Henry said, laughing.
“Oh!” Jasper didn’t know how else to reply. “Just throwing it out there, I guess.”
“Well, it’s obviously Char’s fault, because she’s the one who brought in the sex dream crystals.”
“I brought in crystals for dream clarity and recall. Nobody told you to think of going down on people on a ferris wheel. Don’t put this on those crystals.”
“I’m putting it on you!” Henry said. “You wore a chocolate skin tight dress all day, and a silky short set to bed, especting somebody to have decent thoughts.”
“ESPECTING?” Jasper repeated, laughing. “How much wine have YOU had?”
“How much jizz did you have in your shorts when I found you naked in my bathroom?” Henry asked.
“WHOA!” Charlotte said and her eyes widened. “You didn’t tell me that Henry saw you naked! Is… that why you needed a late night fix?”
“I needed that before the Henry incident. I took a shower, I wasn’t wrapped in a towel, and he came in to use the bathroom. I promptly covered myself and left.”
“And came to get me for a quickie,” Charlotte said.
“Which I needed BEFORE the cold shower I’d just taken, that didn’t work.”
“Relax. I barely saw anything. All I saw was his butt bent over and like 2.5 seconds of dingle. Are you shaving now?”
“I try to keep things orderly,” Jasper said.
“Good job.”
“Show us your stuff,” Charlotte said to Henry.
“Do what now?” Yeah, huh?” Henry and Jasper replied.
“He saw our dick and we should see his,” Charlotte said.
“Our?” Henry said. “You… You gotta… I don’t remember seeing YOUR…”
She grabbed a handful of Jasper’s and confirmed, “This is OURS. Show us YOURS.”
“Ours is… awakened,” Jasper said quietly. She didn’t let go. Henry looked at Jasper, wondering if this was an honest request or demand. Jasper knew what his look meant. “I do believe that she means it,” he said.
Henry laughed and stood up, “Fine. Okay…” He pulled down his pajama bottoms and reached for his boxers, “I mean… it’s just private parts under these. No… not any…”
“SHOW US YOUR DICK!”
“OKAY!” Henry pulled his boxers down and Charlotte screamed and laughed. “Wow. You are a mean lady,” he said and pulled his shorts back up.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. I just can’t believe you listened to me!” She laughed onto Jasper’s chest. Jasper hadn’t laughed. He’d looked right at it and it didn’t seem to be a laughing matter to him. “Nice landscaping. Is it flames?”
“It’s supposed to be a tulip,” Henry said, looking into his shorts. “I couldn’t do a daisy, but I’m definitely practicing.”
“It’s nice,” Jasper said, softly.
“Yeah, Jasper’s jumped at the sight of it!”
“You can’t drink anymore around Henry,” Jasper said and took her practically empty wine bottle. She gave him a threatening look, but he just kissed her on the nose and said, “So, I guess you’re not showing us anything?”
“You both know what it looks like,” she said.
“Henry doesn’t. I doubt that you had the same thing going on when you two were together.”
“You’re right, I didn’t,” she said and smiled. But didn’t make any move to show anybody anything. Instead, she said, “So, Hen. I have a Bermuda Triangle piercing…” he gasped. “I get a Brazilian wax, front to back, but leave a patch of hair at the mons pubis, and it’s trimmed like an arrow pointing down, and above the arrow is a little Adinkra power of love symbol tattoo. My stuff is too much for your eyes to handle. You can’t even handle the description.”
All he said was, “I don’t know what kinda tattoo you mean. I think you need to show me so I won’t be ignorant.”
“Google it,” she said and laughed.
“How hot is it, Jasp?”
“Super hot. I mean, all of her is, but it's like… unf.” Henry undressed and Jasper and Charlotte watched, speechless.
He got naked and said, “I’m going to bed like this. This is how I like to sleep and this is how I’m gonna sleep.”
Charlotte said, “Aight, I’m head out…” And she and Jasper cackled, but she didn’t head out.
Henry got up and asked, “Any more wine for anybody else?”
“You don’t think you’ve have enough, huh?” Jasper wondered. Henry came out with three bottles and passed them around. Charlotte set hers aside and Jasper opened his.
“I’m going to sleep, so that I can get up and see the sunrise in a few hours. You two have fun. Be safe,” she said.
“We’re not doing anything without you,” Henry said, opening the bottle. She fought a smile. “This is a… triad. So, sweet dreams,” he said and kissed her on the forehead… Like he wasn’t stark naked.
“You… too…” She said and laid down. He dimmed the lights a little more and Jasper climbed under the covers and removed his shorts, as well. But, he was gonna finish this bottle and go to sleep. He didn’t know if he was trying to watch the sunrise. But, he hoped to at least get some sleep. Henry locked the door back, just in case Ray, Schwoz, or worse, PIPER, came through the place. He’d have a hell of a time explaining any of this. He was just figuring out himself what he wanted and needed.