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,"
"I knew I should've never introduced my girlfriend to my 'Xbox'," Jasper groaned the words softly with a yawn as he rolled onto his side, large hands tugging the girl to his side to a more favourable proximity."Good morning to you, too," Genevieve pressed a thumb to the glowing button to the centre of the controller, her eyes shifting to the man whose head lay against the pillow by the curve of the girl back. Jasper still lay, whereas Genevieve had already shooed away the lingering tastes of slumber with a seat against the mattress with the duvet by her hips.
"Daddy said no to me,""And what does that mean?""No, if I'm a good girl, but yes if I try hard enough," The man's hand tightened against the girl's neck as she lay, a small, strained and raspy laugh escaping her lips, a fist twisting in the sheets beneath and around her, his hand strong and cold against her skin. His grip was as sure as it always was when it rested against her, f
Genevieve had awoken to an empty bed, as expected, bathed in a cold sweat. It was a sobering factor most unpleasant as she shook away all lingering thoughts of her dream and threw the sheets away from herself.It was an effort to air out the bed she was afraid she had dampened with the perspiration of a continued thought—a stain in her mind, too stubborn to wash away. Impulsively, the girl reached for her phone.
Jasper admired the glow of the highest points of the girl's face as she sat beneath the distant embrace of an amber lamp's throw, skin soft against his own, a temptation. She was an offer he couldn't refuse; an offer with a mind, an offer persistent.The girl quirked an eyebrow challengingly. "No, you don't. Come to bed." His gaze was just as challenging, firm before he spoke bluntly, his own excited heart leaping. The man didn't show the feeling; indifferent and collected as he sat, waiting, patient externally and impatiently restless beneath his jeans...
The small girl climbed againsthimwithout hesitation, his back against the headboard of their bed, the lamp glow warm where the night air was not."Come lie down with me..." The female's words were from a moment and of a childish beg as she curled into the man's lap, a kitten, fingers lazily pinching the fabric of the sweatpants to bind the man's decency. His own words were quick to follow-
The mattress shifted beneath her as she groggily awoke, opening her heavy eyes to gaze upon Jasper's arm extended above her, reaching for the obnoxiously ringing device that lay on the table to her side. It took her a moment to figure that out, what was happening; the thought irritable.The girl grumbled as he settled back by the girl's groggily lazy side, answering the call just as groggily as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself to lay on his rising and falling chest. "Hello?"
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