The sun that streamed into Genevieve's room and through the sheer glass of her window woke her as she stirred. Shifting onto her back, she was fully aware of a headache that obscured her vision with an angry, white haze, her eyes and chest raw.
"Hey," She was greeted by a soft voice, softer than the naked morning sunlight that danc
"Can I take you out for lunch?" Jasper broke the silence, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt back into place as his eyes watched the girl, sorting through her drawer in search of a fresh set of clothes.
Jasper reached for Genevieve's hand, clasping his fingers with hers as his thumb traced patterns against her skin, his spare hand on the steering wheel as his car jumped to life with a low purr of its engine, and crawled from her driveway.
Genevieve pulled the door shut behind her silently before she turned with light feet and began to creep through the hallway, gripping her phone tight in her hand, eyes wide and alert.
Genevieve easily swung the storage space of her locker open and crammed her binder inside with contrasted difficulty, swinging he door shut once more and clicking the lock into place. Her steps were groggy as she spun on her heel, they were even havier as she began to make her way back through the halls.
Jasper lifted his phone away from his ear once more, placing the device onto the surface of his desk as he watched Genevieve's contact slip into voicemail. He switched his phone off only a moment after, sliding the device away from his sight as he wrestled away the pressing need to contact her.What had she thought of what happened the previous afternoon? What had she thought when she walked through the front door only to see him in the company of her mother? Through it all, he did not know how to make sense of what he had heard from Mona
Genevieve scrunched her nose as Pansy exhaled a long curtain of tar fumes, cigarette smoldering between her fingers as the shorter girl watched from the sink."When?" Pansy's question was simple enough, voice curling through the silence of the bathroom before the space settled back into an absence of sound.
Genevieve pushed her front door open, pushing it shut behind her with even more force before she dropped her belongings of the day and made her way through the hallway with heavy steps. "How could you do this?" She demanded, the second her eyes fell on her mother who sat by the counter, her hands wrapped around a coffee. Mona shifted her gaze from the wall before her and to her daughter who stood before her at the mouth of the corridor, fuming but still gorgeous and young in the light of the hallway.
"I think something happened to my girlfriend," Jasper's voice was almost nervous as he spoke, though his paces were confident and his tone forcefully sure. "Investigate her mother to start—do whatever you have to to find out what happened," Jasper paused in his paces as he threw the blonde before him a glance. The man stood silently, blue eyes careful and accent stilled as he settled into the silence of Jasper's words. "I've seen her hit her daughter before,""We can start with a timeline, when did you first get suspicious something happe
Jasper didn't feelanythingto the new promise—the promise the pair would be back in the courtroom soon, speaking of a man half the girl's flesh. He had thought he'd feel at least a twinge of angst to the idea... but suddenly, he felt it would be nothing close to even an effort if the girl was in it with him.
"Youbìtch," The man spat the words as she tore her arm from his grip, fingertips tightening threateningly. "Just wait and you'll see me there—in fact, you'll see me far sooner than you think. You're still mine,"
Ambiguous. It was something ambiguous.The act of holding someone's eyes, connecting Irises shattered and bottomless. The act of eye contact. The act of something so v
Genevieve sighed the words, her hands clutching his, nails delicately biting the skin of his knuckles. She raised her hips from the mattress to meet his. He lowered his lips to the skin of her neck as his lengths became steady, her legs holding the man against her.He groaned against her skin as he moved between her thighs, finally lifting his lips to her own once more. Her thin moans failed to slow - lips moving against his with an unusual chorus of gasps and pleasured whimpers.
There was something oddly subtle about the way sunlight of a youth fell against the ivory skin of a familiar girl. Her frame had become kin of the sheets, Jasper's hand kin of her skin. She writhed and gasped in the light of morning, lips parted by a wide girth of breath, eyebrows knitted and fingers clasping on the dishevelled, crumpled linen of the bedding beneath her.The man lay above her, watching gasping breaths tumble from between her collarbones and through her lips as he offered her sweet, small smiles.
The man smiled with her words, hands lifting affectionately to the frame of Genevieve's face, marked by her ears. Their eyes remained fixed on one another's comfortably, breaths warm together. "You're somehow hexing, kitten,"Her heart stammered in her chest as if it were to be fumbling, stuttering at a loss of words; a loss of breath and inner balance, tipped by a shy affection as his words played with the spoiling of her heart. "I like that one,"
"Have you done your last task?""Yes,""-And how did that go?"Genevieve inhaled deeply, one leg crossing over the other, eyes fixing to the familiar, older, worn-looking man
"Okay, so; you have to work and I have to meet up with a friend to catch up on school—what time of the day does that leave us to have a little playtime?" Genevieve's question was sweet as she rolled to her other side, eyes meeting the may who lay behind her moments before, now in front.He smiled softly as she settled before him, a soft and innocent brow quirked with the tone of the question, her hands tucking around the lip of the duvet against them. Her eyes held his without fear, her gaze strong yet vulnerable and giving in a sense the man could not place.
The man's hands moved to beneath the hair at the back of her head, fingers brushing a raised scar beneath in a way strangely prudent."If the phone or doorbell rings, we're ignoring it," His eyes held hers with a sense of content, a gentle smile staining the shadows of his own lips."Can you carry me?" the girl whispered the words after a long moment, laughing giddily as the man sl