The Relaxation Integration part 1

It's already been two weeks since the date night at the boat. I don't think I'll ever forget that night, even if I tried.

I never thought it could be like this. Now I know what the fuss is about dating and sex especially.

Vincent Alexander Grey is my favorite name in the entire world. And I miss him.

He has gone to London for a series of negotiations and takeover, probably. He'll be back tomorrow night and join me at Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Xavier and Ashley are coming along too. I never thought I'd go on a double date with them, no offense, but I have been third-wheeling them for a long time.

Vincent and I have been apart for barely four days only, yet I had sleepless nights without him. He has been busy with the negotiations.

And I have been going insane, I want to weigh my options for a dual Masters' degree in Physics and Engineering. Two different subjects. After all these years, I know I can do it. I just have to push myself harder. I want to accomplish so much.

But can I count Vincent in those plans too? Am I being too hasty?

We have such a different dynamic.

Ashley already started working for the Boston Globe newspaper. I knew she was going to ace her interviews. She is in a special investigative journalist team called Spotlight.

We well know spotlight after they adapted an Oscar winner movie on it to the screen

The spotlight team uncovered the truth of Boston Church and the abuse of children by pedophile priests. It was a big scandal back in 2001. They got awarded with Pulitzer Prize too.

I hope Ashley can do that as well. She is apt in such things. She does nothing hastily. She weighs her options and always makes smart decisions. A bit of a cynical but still good person.

Xavier is her polar opposite, which is why they are fantastic together.

"Hey dad, I am going to the skating rink. I'll be back in 2 hours, okay?"

"Oh, you are continuing with it even now?"

He asks me apprehensively.

"I know I only learned them because mom used to learn it herself but I liked the rinks and its de-stressor, I am still pretty good."

I explained to myself.

I took my duffel and headed out.

I love figure skating and I like how artistic yet dangerous it is when I was a kid and I asked my parents to get me lessons for a sport I did not expect figure skating but my mother was so excited that I could not say no and ended up taking a lot of lessons.

This was a special bond between me and mon back when she was fine and her schizophrenic episodes were irregular and I was not aware of them.

She would often cheer for me for my double toe loop or lutz.

I have mastered the triple axel last summer vacation, thanks to my other world-class figure skater friends. I know I am weird but there is something about the rink that always calmed me and helped me concentrate besides puzzles and well of course science. I still remember mom's words as she reminisced her days at high school, getting her first scholarship, not through her grades but her skills in figure skating. I remember her mentioning if she was not an astrophysicist, she would have opted to teach figure skating to others.

"When you skate on the ice, my star, it's like pure first love. You feel you're flying yet grounded when you land your quads correctly, you feel satisfied that after a countless amount of falls on the rink you're still strong enough to try again." Mom used to say while unconsciously touching her long strawberry blonde hair with a fond smile.

I sniffed back a tear, If I had known that moment was the last beautiful moment between us before things went wrong then I would have hugged her properly, reassuring her of I will continue her legacy and pass on the skill as well.

And because of Figure skating I have become quite a classical music fan, I love listening to Chopin, Hans Zimmer, etc. We underrate the power of instrumental music. I usually take a bus to go to the Boston Ice Rink. It is almost mid-afternoon and I have some time to kill before Ash will come to my house and help me pack my bags again for the trip. I am excited about this trip, I finally feel like I am in my 20s, funny, huh?

The ice rink still smells the same, the familiar yellow locker rooms, I changed into a black leotard and head out of the room to the rink.

Kids are scurrying around with their shiny new skates. Mine probably 2 years old, Ashley had gotten them for me. There is a bit of a rush. Weird. Usually, it's only the teachers and only a handful of students.

Today there is a commotion, that's when I saw the guys. Oh, my god! They are here? How? The Russian figure skater Victor and Australian figure skater Jayce are here. The current no.1 and no.2 male figure skaters. I still cannot believe these two are the same boys who would tease me endlessly and also fight over me about teaching me the techniques.

There are a lot of girls surrounding them. That's when they both noticed me. "Is that you, Bennett?"

"I am afraid so. What the hell are you guys doing here? I thought you would take part in skate Canada." They both are tall and streamlined, kinda like me except

More chiseled jawlines and arm muscles and abs, of course. Victor has silver hair and ink blue eyes, he is famous for his high scores records of performances. While Jayce is tanned with soft blond wavy hair with brown eyes, he can pass as a surfer too. They both have trained together for a long time, and then I joined their club three years their junior.

"We are heading to Toronto tonight, we are here for a bachelor's party one of our school friends is getting married soon and meet Coach Jerry obviously," Victor said considerately. Jayce grumbled about how hectic the traveling aspect of it was.

"That's nice. Shall we do our routine then?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

The crowd was cleared, and they were asked not to film anything to maintain the skater's privacy and of course technical routines.

We three had practiced this for so many months I am sure that even when we will be in our 80s, we won't forget the technique, it's deeply ingrained in our memory.

They played a symphony on the stereo speakers.

The starting of the program is complicated emotionally, Victor begins his moves skating effortlessly on the ice, starting with a double toe loop and circled the rink landing a triple salchow and that's when I entered with a fervent excitement building up inside my body, I do an Ina Bauer pose and skated around him and we both held hands and did a triple axel simultaneously in sync with each other. I perform a lutz and then Jayce joins in and circles me around him as he performs a quad flip effortlessly, in sync with Victor with complete 4 spins. The audience was in awe and cheered all of us. By the time we finished, we are flushed, and we three had a gleaming smile, knowing well that this was a perfect moment. The nostalgia of our early days hit me hard.

That skinny girl in jumpers and pigtails me was jumping with joy.

"Wow, now that was Magnificent!! I am glad you are still practicing."

Maybe complimented me. His Australian accent drawled the word, Magnificent.

"I have been keeping up." I shrugged, acting cool.

We three laughed and one of Jayce's managers asked to take a group photo. I am sandwiched between the two tall men. I have never been conscious of my height until now. Hell, even Vincent was as tall as them. A bit more muscular rather than lean and streamlined.

We head out for some drinks, merrily chatting away about those days when neither of us had enough money for a bag of candies or chips. I had 3 shots of vodka and ate a good amount of clam chowder, a Boston must-have dish. They left for the party and I called for an Uber.

I look around myself as I wait on the sidewalk for my cab; The sky was clear tonight, the chill of the night traveled down my spine. The stars? They're appearing shyly, slowly after the early sunset. I hugged my jacket closer, and my hands are cold, if Vincent was here he would have held them in his big warm hands. By the time I reached home, I know I am completely wasted. Because according to basic maths, isn't 3 vodka shots multiplied by another 3 vodka shots is equal to 9 Total vodka shots.

Dad texted he is going to stay overnight with Mr. Finn, an Economics professor at Harvard. I am glad he is doing what he loves and not alone, but with his friends as well. Ashley is probably late. My head is throbbing. I glugged down two glasses of water and feel softness rub against me, it's Tabby, she has been quite busy with her cute kittens and dad has been very good at their feeding. However, dad insisted Tabby to stay with my grandma, Since I am going to travel a lot frequently and granny would love to have a pet again. Tabby purrs and I am mush for her cuteness. I pet her a little and go upstairs. Barnie's lavender scent is refreshing my room. I have to pack a bag! I play some music on my laptop, a sexy groovy Spanish song was playing. I sway to the beats.

I open my wardrobe and my eyes wander to the victoria secret paper bag, I had bought some new lingerie myself. I don't trust Ash like that anymore. I toss the lingerie in the bag and grab some leather jackets and thermals and gloves and add them to the pile. Denim and my trench coat and a cute hat and a pair of Rayban's sunglasses. The last thing I pushed into the bag was my travel kit, toothbrush, sunscreen, skincare product, etc. I am done!! yay. One more celebratory drink!! I head downstairs; I am thirsty. I grab two cans of beer and finished the whole. Fuck yeah. I feel like I am floating tonight! I am definitely feeling it! I feel hot and cold at the same time!

I locked up the doors as it is getting late at night and head back upstairs to my bedroom. The glow in the dark neon star stickers are bright and they are rotating! I strip my clothes and head to my bathroom. I grab my phone to call Ash when I saw the 19 missed calls! who is it? Ughh. I try to concentrate on the contact names. I draw myself a hot water bath, added some essential oils of vanilla and floral extracts. I removed my bathrobe and pressed Dial.

"Hello?"

"Cassiopeia? What the hell you were doing, I called you 19 times."

"I was out andddd now I am innnn"

I am clearly slurring my words but his deep gruff voice is so arousing.

"Are you drunk Cassie?"

"Yes, I am Alexander Greyyy!! You're hot!!! Like this water, I am inn" I chuckled and my hands slithered in the water making a splash.

"Where are you right now!! tell me!" He demanded. He is video calling me?? I answer it right away.

He is in a casual grey color shirt clinging to his body, his hair a bit mussed, he was in bed.

"Relaxx Alexx, I am in my bathtub. SEE!! I feel aweesomme." He muttered a curse as his eyes zeroed in on my naked state. "Get out of the tub Cassiopeia, you are drunk and you can slip and fall and hurt yourself. Get out of there and get in bed!"

"Fine!!" I hold the phone tight and staggered out of the tub and bathroom and climbed in bed. A shiver went down my spine. I miss him. Why is he not here warming me up? Making love to me in variations like he had promised. Shit! I said it out loud. My face is flushed.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that HARD! You little minx. I always keep my promises Cassiopeia Never doubt that." He gave me a devilish smile.

"I'll teach you how to fuck yourself tonight, my genius girlfriend." He removed his shirt in no time and I appreciate his refined pecs. Thank god I have good Wi-Fi I can see him clearly. I switch the video call to my laptop and turn on the camera for our pleasure. I am so bold!! I am in a daze under his sexual scrutiny, which I can transmit through the video call.

He growled as he instructs me to do things to my core with my fingers and give myself the release I deserve. My heart is beating erratically, I pinch my hardened nipples as his voice guided me sinfully, controlling my hands with his mastermind to do what he desired. I am caught under his spell as the music changed to a slow, sexy song and his own hands were gliding up and down his length, Pleasuring himself as I continue to do what he instructed. The jolt of pleasure I am feeling, a quivering mass of eruptions explode inside me, I arched my back as I came hard!!! Sweat broke out on my skin. I sighed and felt a chill. I looked at him as he growled his own release. He was cleaning his hands with a tissue. Oh, great, I am jealous of a mere tissue now? How can I be so pathetic? "Go to Sleep Cassiopeia, I will see you tomorrow. Dream of me." He ordered and left the call.

I closed my laptop and grabbed a long t-shirt lying on the floor. I snuggled my comforter and hugged the pillow tight. I drifted into a haze of dreams. Of us together...