The Drive Home (Richard and Rebecca)

[Akirapryde]

The question about communicated his way filled her with terror. How could she stop him from seeing anything he wanted to? How could she control his actions within her own mind? These and a million other fears rocketed across her mind in such a whirlwind fashion that Rebecca was frozen with fear. Or at least she thought she was frozen. Before she realized it, she had taken his hand and was bringing it up to her own face. She wanted to stop herself but she couldn’t. Not due to any spell effect. No she needed him to understand what she had done. But most importantly, she wanted him to, no needed him to understand why she did what she did.

She pulled back to the edge of the driver’s side in a vain attempt to break the spell. It was more a primal reaction than any real attempt. She hated the idea of anyone digging so deep in to her thoughts. But she knew her emotional state had over powered her ability to communicate effectively. And right now, that was what she needed the most. He broke the silence between them "I wish you hadn't done that, I mean this is not a big deal, but it does mean I will have to move faster now. I need to get home quickly, want me to drive?"

She had no idea what he felt, or thought. It was terrifying for her not to know. He knew everything about this ‘conversation’ but she was in the dark. Rebecca set there in silence for a moment as her mind raced with thoughts. As he sat there and looked at her, she looked down at her own hands. She was still shaking. ‘I am I still shaking’ she wondered to herself. She her eyes rose up to meet his. He had asked her a question, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer. She leaned forward closer to him and lifted her hand up towards him. She was scared to even expect him to understand what she had offered him. Her mind, the only place in this entire world that was truly her own. Yet she let him have glimpse in to her very private world.

As was before, her hand shook as she reached up towards his face. Fear still robbed her voice, but her eyes never once left his. She had to know how much of his respect she had lost. She had to know his thoughts as she showed him her own. She wanted to see his own mind without defenses and cloaks as her mind had been offered towards him. She touched the side of his head as if she was touching the most fragile of flowers. Her fingers explored his face like a spider treading. Her fingers carefully moved across his face till she touched his temple. Her voice trembled with fear as she spoke softly, “p……….please.”