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?"
"Ow, I got soap in my eye," Warm water was loud on the flooring beneath their feet, condensation glazing the clear glass that encased them, dripping down the marble wall in which the shower head hung from. She spoke softly, the words of her discomfort, her knuckles rubbing her eyes just as she spoke, lips heavy and set into a light sneer of dissapointment—it was a minor detail quick to ruin a calm evening shower."Want me to kiss it better?" The man asked not even a second after with the same, expected grin, watching as the girl nodded with an unashamed smile and sp
She had never been a morning person, he admired that. In all the breaths he had spent by her waking side, she had never sprung to her feet full of energy and an attitude positive towards the dipping moon—a marble in the sky.Jasper loved when the girl stirred between sleep and awareness, figure consumed by the thick, fluffy duck down duvet. She'd reach for the seam of the covers, pulling the comfort over her face as she rolled further into his chest... he'd always be awake and ready, ready to spectate such a thing with admiration.
"They're not my family," Jasper spoke the words with a husky murmur, eyes entertaining the thought, lips hesitant to speak though the thought was so sure, What would the girl think about the words to follow? "You are," Genevieve blushed deeply with his words, freckles prominent beneath her eyes and arcing over her nose as she lifted a hand from his chest and reached for his own. Their fingers easily twisted together."You'remyfamily," She whispered the words without doubt, letting her eyes fall shut as the man bowed his lips to the gentle surface of her forehead. Th
"Mark gave me an infection when I was young and I had to have everything reproductive removed,""And how does that make you feel?""It used to make me angry but being angry doesn't solve anything—even though I'd like the option, having kids isn't something I want,"
It had been a least favourable arrangement that the girl would have to go straight from a therapist appointment and to an important essay period she could not skip out on.The worst part about the decided routine, was the fact that Genevieve would have to go straight from the office to her school -- possibly still with tears in her eyes.Her prediction hadn't been too far off.
"Enough small talk, I've been waiting all day," An amused smile of his own took place along his lips as he internally studied her words. "I didn't get any of you yesterday because I was bad, remember?""Well If you want me right here, you'll have to be patient,""-And why's that, daddy?"
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