"You bìtch," 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,"
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.
With a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, Genevieve sighed.The Smith's household was not normally loud, they pref
The man smiled in satisfaction at the sight, stepping up onto the sidewalk before his head snapped up at the sound of shoes hitting the pavement, splashing in the rain.
She followed him into the bathroom once more, letting him seat her on top of the counter. He had gripped her waist softly as he lifted her up (something that seemed so unnecessary, but something she'd like to do anything but debate), and she instantly began to swing her legs, watching as he dug through the cabinet underneath. He busied his glance away from the button of his button up she wore that threatened to come undone from her bust, her nipples peaking through, most likely from the cold of her wet hair that had begun to dry in neat, perfect curls he would have sworn were styled.
The moon had swung around the horizon, and the rain continued to hit the earth in a heavy pace that could be heard on the roofing of Jasper's house. The droplets of water were almost invisible from the condensation of his bedroom windows, created with a thick glaze on the glass mainly from the heavy breathing of the two. Though they had long settled with limbs entwined and breaths matched, she felt something she had not yet felt before, she could not help but stop and realise how utterly odd it was to feel this content, in bed, with a stranger after having shared such an intimate connection in the face of one of the simplest connections; mere kissing.
"What?" Genevieve asked silently, clutching her arms even closer to her chest in the dark of the room as her mother laughed in response, lacing her fingers together and setting them on her knees. She was acalculating bítch, that was for sure. She'd strike with the precision, venom and irony of a snake—the very scales prominent on her rather dry shins."Well, come on. It's not like you would be off reading silently in a corner, you're a troubled skànk, at best." A smile broke on
The sun was only just beginning to rise over the steady line of houses when Jasper was snatched away from his slumber, sitting up in his bed as the sheets fell to his hips, the pillow beside him dishevelled and misplaced as his eyes dragged over the ghost of Genevieve's presence. The only remaining detail of her left were the sheet marks printed into his arms from where he had wrapped his arms around her, the sheets bundled in his fists and his lips against her skin.
Genevieve reached up and touched her silky blonde hair that she had ran a brush through just minutes ago... and couldpromisethere was no trace of male bodily liquids, though a hard blush still coated her cheeks like spilled scarlet paint on an ivory canvas and she pushed her chair away from the table, following her mother's tracks as she made her own way up the staircase and back towards her room. She made a point to slam her door behind herself as she went, triumphant and child like.