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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Chapter 5: The Morning After

(This story begins approximately 5 millennia before the disappearance of the Island of Atlantis.)

Atlantis slowly became aware of her surroundings, the sun was not shining on her face as it did each morning since she moved into her new home. She immediately checked her spirit connection with her v’ma’ter’i and was relieved that they were neither fighting nor making love. She decided that she was in no mood to put up with either, however the complete silence in their link concerned her, cracking open her eyes she moved her head to where the window should be, but was met with the blue-grey expanse of a male chest. Propping her body up and leaning on her elbow, she turned to discover who was in her bed.

Shocked spread though her body as she realized she was not in her own bed. Slowly her eyes traveled up the male chest to the neck then chin, and finally she locked eyes with Tajor. Swallowing Atlantis’s eyes grew round and she whispered, “Where am I and what am I doing here?”

A wiry grin spread over Tajor’s face as he whispered back, “You are in my bed as you should have been over fifty years ago.”

“But how?”

“How much of the spirit connection are you aware of Atlantis?”

Swallowing convulsively and licking her lips she replied, “Everything.”

A puff of air on the back of her neck told her that Oberon was sitting close to her, and was confirmed as he whispered, “And for the last fifty years, you have been eavesdropping to personal communications between Tajor and I?”

Atlantis stiffened at the venom in the question at hand, turning her head so she could see Oberon form the corner of her eye she hissed, “Personal communications? There is no such thing between v’ma’ter’i and v’ma’ter’a, this you know.”

Slowly Atlantis sank down onto the bed and became aware that she was not wearing her thin gown she went to bed with the previous evening. She brought a hand to her face and covered her eyes as she gently massaged the tension around the sockets. She took inventory of her inner being and realized that she felt silence in the connection because both of her v’ma’ter’i were shielding her from their thoughts and emotions.

Her heart began beating faster as she took stock of her body. She felt a dull ache between her thighs and she tighten her muscles and instantly knew she had slept with both of her v’ma’ter’i this past night. King Borlan was right the spirit connection chose for them, but what could be so important to all three of them be bound together after fifty years of separation.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she whispered, “I would have claimed you fifty years ago Tajor, but Oberon was so against me being a part of you that I could not bear to reveal myself to you. I never meant to hurt you, cause you grief, or self doubt.”

Tajor saw the tears seeping from her eyes as she lay beside him hiding behind her hand. Suddenly he found his way into her mind, as she was assaulted by the memories of hurt and rejection dealt to her by Oberon and the envy she had felt whenever they had made love.

Letting go of the wall he had set down in the middle of her spirit link with him, he leaned over and scooped her up into his arms, kissing her on the top of her head, “Oh, Sweet One, please don’t cry.”

As she felt Tajor in her mind for the first time, the tears were impossible to hold back any longer and they streamed down her cheeks and onto Tajor’s bare chest. Sobs shook her frame as she willingly shared her memories with him over the past fifty years, some were happy, some sad, same angry, and others full of jealousy.

Tajor stroked her hair as his love sobbed in his arms and she had been so young when the spirit connection had been made and she was out of depth, as she had no one to turn to as she dealt with her reality that she could not tell anyone of her rejection by her mates as she was embarrassed by the rejection and did not wish to bring shame on the parents of her heart.

Tajor felt Oberon’s presence in his mind and he did not shut his mate out as he needed Oberon to feel what Atlantis was feeling as she quietly sobbed between them. Tajor caressed his spirit connection with Atlantis, trying to convey that she was no longer alone.

Through his emotions he showed his Beloved that she was loved of him freely and completely and that he no longer held her responsible for the decisions he had made by not defying his mate to claim her as he knew he should have all those years ago. Feeling her accept his emotional apology, he was thrilled to feel her hand and then arm slip around her waist and her sobbing quiet.

Tajor was startled to feel Oberon enter Atlantis’s mind and waited for her reaction. In her mind he saw her lifting her metaphysical head, startled at his presence, frozen as she expected rejection as she waited to see what he wanted.

The barriers that he had built up around his heart since he had lost his v’ma’ter’a to That Which Cannot Be Spoken, as he watched Atlantis sobbing in Tajor’s arms, broken and hopeless, and he knew it was his fault entirely. Oberon settled down onto the bed and tossed an arm over his eyes and sought out his connection with Tajor to see what he was seeing in Atlantis.

Warmth had enveloped him as he had entered Tajor’s mind, hope, and love, but he recognized them as Tajor’s feelings and began sifting through the layers in his Mate’s mind to find the ones that belonged to Atlantis. He was overwhelmed by deep sorrow and regret.

Sorrow for the lost years and regret that she couldn’t remember their joining. Amused at what he had found, he withdrew and eased down the fragile communication path to enter Atlantis’s mind and was shocked to see her laying there sobbing inconsolably on the floor of her mind as grief swallowed her up as she remembered the past years and was helpless under their on slot.

Atlantis became aware of Oberon’s presence in her mind and she fought the instinctive reaction to slam down a barrier between them, but knew that if she did block him from her mind more harm then good would ever come of it.

Slowly she stood, up and faced his emotional entrance and waited for his rejection, instead she felt warmth against her back and mescaline arms reach around her and a hard chest at her back. Peace flooded her as she felt the barriers drop from Oberon’s mind inviting her to peek into all the boxes where he stored his memories of his first love.

Shocked by the openness of Oberon’s invitation to sift through his memories, and unsure which memory to choose, she chose the only one that truly mattered, the one of their joining.

After departing their niece and her v’ma’ter’i, Tajor had gone directly to his garden and Oberon to his study, they had both shielded their thoughts from the other for the rest of the afternoon, and evening—something they had never done. Exhausted they had both come to bed worn out and fell into a restless sleep.

The spirit connection simultaneously reached out to her, and forcibly brought her across the distance and she materialized between them. Reliving the safe feeling her sprit felt she had instinctively snuggled close to Tajor. She witnessed the magic of their spirit connection snapping around them and binding them together. Tajor and Oberon had become aware of her presence at the same time and their hands move in concert with the other. Belatedly, Atlantis realized that they were reacting to old memories of their first v’ma’ter’a and that they had thought she was a part of their jointly reoccurring dream.

Looking down from above the threesome in the bed, Oberon was disturbed by what he had seen but shrugged it off as a part of the weirdness that some dreams could take on and had returned to making love to her. At this point Tajor had slipped into Oberon’s mind and they began making love to one another as they had done in years past, both were convinced that she was a dream when she didn’t join in their mind play as their first v’ma’ter’a had done.

Tajor was confused why his dream seemed to hold a warm female body between him and his mate. The spirit connection rode their passion hard and both of her mates had given into its urging and had completed their joining.

Tajor had woken up first, and from years of habit he was in Oberon’s mind when he realized that the previous night had been real, just not with whom they had remembered. Tajor’s gasp had woken up Oberon who had shut down their mental links. When that happened, she saw herself move restlessly, but return to sleep.

After awhile, she had woken up, and returning to her present state, Atlantis was releaved that she had her memories back. She felt Oberson anger at himself for his obstinate stance against her, when they had first met, and his current regret that she had stiffened at his embrace, although he knew he had no one to blame except for himself.

Unaware that she had been holding her body rigid, she relaxed back into Oberon’s chest, drawing Tajor with her, their joint weight too much and Oberon toppled backwards onto the bed. Giggling, at being sprawled on Oberon’s chest, and having Tajor for a blanket, she knew that her time of sorrow was over and a new, fun and loving time in her life was about to begin.

© All Rights Reserved. Copyrighted September 2007, Version I, by Georgia Lee Jones.