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 frequently, even when he had the most beautiful girl in the world in his bed, found himself thinking about much.The most favoured topic had become his feelings towards Mona—where he had previously respected the woman due to an obligation he felt while emotionally attached to Genevieve, he now detested her memory.All he could think about when the woman's name was called up behind his line of vision, was ho
The girl, folded in the arms of a sunset softened by clouds, smiled broadly at the contact, her hands lifting to twist in the fabric by the man's shoulders. "You know-" Her voice was almost silenced against his moving lips, his kiss strong and tugging her towards him as the man lifted a hand and hooked his thumb beneath her jaw, fingertips resting against her neck. The gesture worked to tilt the girl's head to his advantage, baring the access to a deeper exchange as the girl's mouth fell open to his and his exhale teased hers. "-I won't die if I don't kiss you once every two seconds," Her tone was playful, though she yearned for the contact of his mouth to hers when it was at an absence, her stomach twisting with a light pang she couldn't place in company of their lips together.
His voice and breath were low into her opened mouth, her exhale warm against his own as he continued to speak in a way only and delightfully lecherous. "I'd punish you but we have dinner to make,""You can punish me later,""Oh, I will," The girl blushed as the man's lips left hers, the action smooth and slow, his hands sliding away from the warmth of her soft,softskin. For a moment, left without hi
Eventually, the girl took a seat before his, immediately lifting her feet to rest on his lap though he did not mind; he found the gesture comforting. She reached for her cutlery and ate the meal in silence after expressing the degree to which she enjoyed the flavour—something surprising. It was a peaceful silence, a silence endured with grace before the pair cleaned up after themselves, and then made their way back to the room they had occupied an hour or so before.The girl smiled shyly, an expression the man who stood behind her could not see as he approached the face of her back, an expression kno
Genevieve bolted upwards to a seat without a word of warning, her eyes bright and cheeks remaining blush-dusted as her gaze fell to the man's and her lips formed few sweet, careless words. "Okay powernap over, I have the energy to get dressed now,"The girl's smile never failed as she rolled from the edge of the bed, naked skin framed by the gentle glow of intensifying streetlight, flirting with the amber glow of their room by the hand of lamplight. Her feet met the floor with a silent motion—toes rocking to heels as her skin shrunk away from the cold of the floorboards bene
He nodded without thought. "You'd make a great peace worker—and you'd have a lot of fun doing it too... I think that's bloody great," Her eyelids were heavy as they spoke, but her smile and interest did not falter as she sighed deeply and settled further against him happily."I love you, daddy," She spoke each word without thought, not a trace of the same amused smile remaining.
The sun was bright against Genevieve as she reluctantly awoke, eyes falling on the image of Jasper pacing the length of the room irritably. The curtains were thin against the harsh morning lighting, conversation broken beneath Genevieve's attention and the phone against Jasper's ear as she shifted and stretched upwards. Jasper was alerted of her awakened state, a goodbye hushed into the phone irritably before the man sunk by the edge of the bed once more.A kind smile was already across his lips as Genevieve spoke, eyes falling on the man crouched by her side. "Come back to bed,"
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