Genevieve sighed, running a hand through her hair as she discarded her house keys on the table by her side and shrugged her cardigan from her shoulders. Feeling slightly more relaxed at the idea her mother was picking up her father from the airport and the two would be spending a night in the city, she didn't fight the small smile that found her lips at the one pending idea. Dinner with Jasper was less than an hour away.
She sighed at the idea—sure, when she had prepared dinner with Jasper the evening before, it had been simply magical,
Genevieve's eyelids flew open as she coaxed herself from the daze, the familiar daze of shock. Sadly, the girl was still wrapped in the same scenario she had been snatched from for only a peaceful, slow moment.Her eyes met the very pair she feared most, Mark's, and her arms began to thrash once more.
"Do you wear this?" The man held a sweater before himself, eyebrows raised slightly though not a trace of expression worn across his every feature. "Come on, we need to do this quickly,"Genevieve reluctantly lifted her eyes from the window before her and instead to the man who stood by her dresser, eyes blank, hands resting over her crossed ankle. After spending so much time in Jasper's bed, she had come to realize how uncomfortable her—the one she sat on—truly was. The mattress was stiff and the duvet had nowhere near as much volu
"You're worrying, aren't you?" Jasper was the one to break the silence, finally speaking into the absence of words, his eyes flickering from the road before him and instead to the girl to his right who nervously clutched a stuffed bag in her arms, another by her feet. Her teeth had found her lips, something thatdidsuggest she was nervous, and her fingertips drummed on the fabric in her grip."No," Her answer was simple and blank in tone.
The morning showed no sun of hope, the sky dull and laced with thick clouds. Genevieve did not question when she awoke in a cold pool of empty blankets, the space of the bed beneath her far too large to be her own—and the room that surrounded her only confirming her thoughts. Her back was stiff nonetheless, and her shoulders ached as she sat up—proof of a restless night.The house she stood in was silent as she climbed to her feet, Jasper's bedroom door sitting ajar as she approached. The lack of light that bled through the thin cur
. How was he supposed to be there for her when he could not even get past the issue himself? It was selfish and left him disgusted more with himself than the actions of his own brother.He returned to Genevieve, clothes in hand. She now sat tall and seated in the grip of a barstool, fork pushing food around the plate before her with the gleaming utensil in her grip.
His actions were monotonous, just as he watched the girl's smaller frame step through the opened door and glance back at him. Her anticipation was clear across her features, her fingers twisting in both her dress and a clear habit."Are you still upset?" Her voice was small as she spoke, but his eyes remained away from her's as he turned- doorknob in hand- and swung the door shut, sliding the lock in place with ease.
The girl groaned a lilting breath—"Then why'd you lead me on?""You hopped onto my lap, sweetheart,""-And you undressed me,"
Her fingers shook as she struggled, her lips begging for his before he lifted his mouth from the girl's neck and joined her gaze with a connecting, passionate sight of his own. Her mouth was open, her breaths falling through her lips deeply as his eyes held hers with a satisfied smile that bore no hint to his body, electric and alive, left quite on the contrary at the absence of her.Jasper's lips met Genevieve's roughly, her hands pushing his shirt away from his shoulders and to the floor as she kissed him with just as much force, her lips clu
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