The moon had swung around the horizon, and the rain continued to hit the earth in a heavy pace that could be heard on the roofing of Jasper's house. The droplets of water were almost invisible from the condensation of his bedroom windows, created with a thick glaze on the glass mainly from the heavy breathing of the two. Though they had long settled with limbs entwined and breaths matched, she felt something she had not yet felt before, she could not help but stop and realise how utterly odd it was to feel this content, in bed, with a stranger after having shared such an intimate connection in the face of one of the simplest connections; mere kissing.
"What?" Genevieve asked silently, clutching her arms even closer to her chest in the dark of the room as her mother laughed in response, lacing her fingers together and setting them on her knees. She was acalculating bítch, that was for sure. She'd strike with the precision, venom and irony of a snake—the very scales prominent on her rather dry shins."Well, come on. It's not like you would be off reading silently in a corner, you're a troubled skànk, at best." A smile broke on
The sun was only just beginning to rise over the steady line of houses when Jasper was snatched away from his slumber, sitting up in his bed as the sheets fell to his hips, the pillow beside him dishevelled and misplaced as his eyes dragged over the ghost of Genevieve's presence. The only remaining detail of her left were the sheet marks printed into his arms from where he had wrapped his arms around her, the sheets bundled in his fists and his lips against her skin.
Genevieve reached up and touched her silky blonde hair that she had ran a brush through just minutes ago... and couldpromisethere was no trace of male bodily liquids, though a hard blush still coated her cheeks like spilled scarlet paint on an ivory canvas and she pushed her chair away from the table, following her mother's tracks as she made her own way up the staircase and back towards her room. She made a point to slam her door behind herself as she went, triumphant and child like.
Genevieve's eyes met those of such captivating familiarity that she almost stumbled backwards- his name sounded so alien when spoken from her mother's lips, but, one thing was for sure... and that was that her mother knew this man and also that Genevieve could not shake the sinking feeling in her chest and nausea that flushed her skin and drained through her stomach.Long story short, she felt the overpowering urge to turn, grip the metal edges of the bin beside her and throw up like she had chugged disgustingly
Not even the screaming and rattling guitars could soothe the utter disbelief that pounded the veins in her temples with importune. She was sweaty, for one thing. Thankfully only beneath her armpits and perhaps between her cheeks... she was sweaty and irritated, irritated she hadn't even been givenoneminute to enjoyonesong.
A smirk twisted along his lips as he took another step in her direction, melting her against the wall and drawing a grainy groan from the depths of her chest - and his teeth stole her lower lips beneath his bite.It was almost expert, precise, the motion of him tilting his head to the side and twisting her lip between his bite, all while slowly retreating his head and running his teeth along her skin, slowly allowing her mouth to escape his jaws with detail and a lascivious pattern to his and bo
Genevieve truly was only happy when it rained—when it was dark and wet and cold and sopping misery from clouds. Genevieve truly was only happy when it was complicated, where she could find relief in things that were negative or evendisgracefulfor other people, where she could find comfort in the fact even the sardonic had silly things that depressed them.Mona Smith, of all things, hated rain.
Jasper breathed a heavy sigh, slipping his papers to the side rather hastily as he reached up and massaged his temple, his elbow propped on the mahogany desk as hispricey watchpeeked from beneath his sleeve, and suddenly, as thoughts of a certain girl with blonde hair filled his mind- the same that had delayed his thought process and rendered him incapable of completing the work set for him, he felt it was too hot to wear his jacket, and hastily removed it from his wide shoulders before tossing it to the floor.He rubbed his forehead, f