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ALEX
It was silent as we drove to Bright Falls. Saga Anderson sat quietly in the passenger seat and she watched the scenery pass by her window. We had been talking for the good part of an hour and had just run out of things to say. To her investigating Agent Nightingale's death was just another assignment.
But not to me.
Alan Wake had roped me into his schemes back in 2013 with his Cult of the Word. Something that Saga didn't know the full extent of nor how it had molded me. I wanted to meet Alan and finally confront my tormentor about the **** he had done with my life.
Thinking about Alan was somehow more comforting than doing the same about Jash. Ever since the night he had claimed me there had been no more dreams. Whenever I went to sleep my dreams were devoid of the Saxhleel. The three years of his absence had been the loneliest I had ever experienced. It was like a part of my soul had been taken from me.
On the darkest nights I began to think he would never return.
I rubbed my neck and felt the remnants of his bite. The two wounds that proved to me that he existed and loved me. As my fingers brushed against the mark I was reassured that he would come to me. Nothing would stop him from returning to me and...taking me with him.
Could I really leave this **** life behind for him? Did I have that kind of strength?
"You're thinking about him again, Alex?" Saga asked.
"Yes." I said and returned my hand to the steering wheel.
"You're worried that he won't come back?"
"It's been three years. What if he forgot?"
Saga looked at me and then returned her gaze to where it had been. Of course she had nothing to say. She had stopped trying to reassure me that Jash was coming for me.
I had to pull over now. What the ****? I just wanted to get to Bright Falls, investigate a fellow agent's death, and possibly finally confront Alan. It was possible that the writer would come out of hiding to gloat.
So wh-Jash! It didn't make any sense for me to want to pull over now just as it hadn't made any sense why I had dreamed of him. It had been so long that I couldn't pass up any chance of being reunited with him.
Would he want to take me back right away or would he give me time? Did he even want to take me back to Skyrim?
"Jash." I said as I pulled over and parked the car.
"What?" Saga asked.
"I think he's back."
"Are you sure?"
"No."
The whole situation with Jash was confusing enough and her trust in me great enough that she didn't question me too much on the matter. Over the years she had impressed me with her abilities. If Jash took me away or if this was a trap, she would be able to complete the investigation we had been sent to the small town for.
"I'll stay with the car." Saga said. "I hope it is him."
"You've been a good friend, Saga." I replied as I stepped out.
"And agent?"
A smile threatened to pierce my face as I closed the door.
I raised my gun as I walked slowly through the thick forest. The thought of Jash close by made me have to remind myself of the dangers. If he was near then there wasn't any danger. But what if Alan Wake had sent something to **** with me? What if his plan was to make me think Jash was close by so that I would lower my guard?
"Alex?" A woman with purple hair asked as I pointed my gun at her.
Who wa-Jash! I holstered my gun as I looked at the Saxhleel. For some reason he had become human and I could understand why. Things like him didn't exist here and he sought to avoid unwanted attention.
"Jash." I breathed and wondered how I could realize who he was.
I had known who he was before seeing the scars on the left side of his face. Something had pulled me towards him and I couldn't turn away. I didn't want to turn away. My relief quickly turned into arousal. It had been three long years since I had properly been ****** or ******.
"What's wrong, Jash?" I asked as he avoided my gaze. "What did I do?"
"This dryskin body is...it's disgusting to me." Jash answered and looked me in the eyes. "But it is ours to hope that you don't feel the same way, Alex."
"I don't care about your looks. I love you."
"So you think I'm as disgusting as I feel."
I was messing this up and in danger of losing the man I loved. So I did the only thing I could think of.
Jash moaned as I pulled him against me and kissed him hard as my hands wandered across his body.
In my aroused state I pushed him against a tree and kissed his neck.
"I would **** you no matter what you look like, Jash." I growled. "I've waited three long years to feel you."
"Nine years!" Jash moaned.
I grinned as I realized our roles had been reversed. He had never ****** as a woman which meant I could be in control. I could properly thank him for when he had used me three years ago.
Jash backed against a tree once we were both naked. Our lovemaking was made animalistic from all the time apart.
"You don't look disgusting." I told him after, sweat still coating our bodies.
"My love, I don't think you would have ****** so fiercely if you thought I did." Jash said with a chuckle.
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