Settle in a comfortable position, lying down or seated in a chair. Ensure the body feels supported. Take a slow, deep breath in, and close those eyes.
Charlotte’s hands trembled long before the tears fell. Opening herself up to a stranger meant dealing with conflicting emotions. Each time she saw Dr Beck, or Oliver as he preferred, she fantasised how he would taste. She dreamt of him, herself alone with Oliver. Her hand tugged his hair back to expose his neck, his desire equal with a tender embrace. She would sink her teeth into his neck, encouraged by him. Charlotte never thought of desiring two men in her bed, but here she was, drawn to that idea. Caleb had suggested this when they discovered her ability to seduce anyone. At the time, she wanted to drink from these choice morsels, not pursue a passionate engagement. As she settled opposite Oliver, the decision appeared foolish to deny. If anyone read her mind, what would they make of the inappropriateness of her thoughts? Charlotte feared they would bring a swift end to these conversational sessions.
He spoke with a deep, resonating voice, thick and smooth, like honey. Charlotte felt comforted, a warm embrace with a firm edge bringing her back to reality. As she spoke, her words fractured. Charlotte twisted her fingers, tugging at each one. It was a good question. Why was she here? What use was therapy in helping her make the changes she needed? What if this method did not help her find who she was? Oliver pressed his lips into a thin line, making Charlotte feel patronised. His intention, she knew, was sympathy, but what could he understand of her plight?
Oliver leaned back in the chair, letting out a heavy breath. If Charlotte is unwilling, talking therapy may not work for her. He could see the pain carried was a millstone around her neck. It dragged her and the family she loved into a difficult place. Oliver believed they could help her reconnect with life. It will always be different to the one he and her siblings will live because of the path she chose. He would help prepare her for change and strengthen the family bonds. To do this, they needed to open a dialogue with those surrounding Charlotte and herself.
She had already complied with the initial request, setting manageable goals every day. Charlotte spent time with her children and enjoyed meals with them. It was quite the treat for turned vampires to continue enjoying human food. Not all were lucky, Caleb amongst the unfortunate ones, but he still loved to cook.
Charlotte looked for a clock to show the passage of time. She prayed the door would open and Damien would waddle to her, desperate for cuddles. In her mind, the ticking of the invisible clock ground its gears, straining to chime the session’s end. Oliver snapped her back, a firm voice grounding her in a place she wanted to escape.
Charlotte: https://www.patreon.com/posts/are-you-pose-83613693
Oliver: https://www.patreon.com/posts/simmerianne93-11-68010708
Charlotte and Oliver: https://maddoxx012.tumblr.com/post/636346818488336384/your-desired-posepack2-set-couple-maddoxx
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