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keptherwaiting) wrote2020-07-14 09:59 am
keptherwaiting) wrote2020-07-14 09:59 am
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Heady was the only way to describe the atmosphere of the room. Jasper had been getting better about identifying the emotions and feelings around him every day.
This was heady - electric -
His shirt laid open, ripped in haste, Maria’s mouth was on him, descending down, fingers brushing along the scars he’s gained in the past couple of months from fighting.
He’s conscious of Nettie and Lucy in the next room and yet all he sees is Maria.
She tugs his pants off, down over his hips, with ease. They tangle at his ankles and she rips them off with annoyance.
It makes him smile, the little annoyed frown she gets at the obstacle.
“ - I love you,” the words are out, unable to stop them.
He’s never said it before. But he feels it, right? He’d follow her anywhere, do anything she asks of him.
Maria has frozen, a moment of hesitation warring inside of her, trying to keep her emotions in check, hidden from him like she has since he’d first told her of this power he has, and then, as fast as can be, her teeth sink into the skin of his hip.
“Fuck!”
His hips buck trying to throw her off, the venom spreading, burning. The pain is undeniable. Excruciating. He cries out, fingers scrambling at her hair, pulling.
She shushes him as her fingers close around him then, a slow, steady, practiced slide. A distraction from the burning her bite brought.
He presses his palms to his eyes, groaning. It’s a war inside of him - pain and pleasure, revulsion and want.
She twists her hand just so and he’s crying out, hips bucking.
“Fuck, shit, fuck, Maria - “
Another twist of her hand, another broken sob from him.
He can hear Nettie and Lucy laughing.
He wants them to shut up, wants the burning pain to stop, wants Maria to get off of him. Wants her to get him off too.
He’s shivering, shaking. Can’t catch his breath.
Her hand is moving faster, the pleasure as maddening as the pain.
He wants and wants and wants -
He arches into it now, dragging his hands away from his eyes, through his hair to look at her.
She’s focused, staring at the wall, a concentrated frown on her lips.
His hips buck into the movement of her hand even as he reaches out, touching her wrist. “Maria - ?” It’s a gasp, a stutter - it feels so good, and so wrong.
Her gaze snaps back to him with a growl. She speeds up her movements and then he’s gasping again, crying out, head back, throat bared.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, when he comes to his senses again, Maria wiping her hand off on his discarded pants. She stands as he continues to lie there.
Spent. Satiated.
Lucy and Nettie are giggling in the other room still and then Maria’s moving to the door.
“Wait. Don’t you want too - ?“
She pauses, there’s a fleeting moment of longing from her, and then she’s pulling the door open.
“No. Sugiero que te limpies y te cambies. Entonces unete a nostoros, unete a mi.”
She’s closing the door, not looking back and the laughter from Nettie and Lucy grows louder as she enters the room. She quiets them with a growl.
Jasper sighs, running his fingers through his hair before he sits up to examine the two new crescent-shaped marks on his hip bone.
The skin is red, puckered, little lines spreading out from the center showing the course the venom ran but the lines are already fading, the red paling to the now unnatural complexion of his skin. It’ll soon match the others.
Well, he thinks. What’s one more bite.
This was heady - electric -
His shirt laid open, ripped in haste, Maria’s mouth was on him, descending down, fingers brushing along the scars he’s gained in the past couple of months from fighting.
He’s conscious of Nettie and Lucy in the next room and yet all he sees is Maria.
She tugs his pants off, down over his hips, with ease. They tangle at his ankles and she rips them off with annoyance.
It makes him smile, the little annoyed frown she gets at the obstacle.
“ - I love you,” the words are out, unable to stop them.
He’s never said it before. But he feels it, right? He’d follow her anywhere, do anything she asks of him.
Maria has frozen, a moment of hesitation warring inside of her, trying to keep her emotions in check, hidden from him like she has since he’d first told her of this power he has, and then, as fast as can be, her teeth sink into the skin of his hip.
“Fuck!”
His hips buck trying to throw her off, the venom spreading, burning. The pain is undeniable. Excruciating. He cries out, fingers scrambling at her hair, pulling.
She shushes him as her fingers close around him then, a slow, steady, practiced slide. A distraction from the burning her bite brought.
He presses his palms to his eyes, groaning. It’s a war inside of him - pain and pleasure, revulsion and want.
She twists her hand just so and he’s crying out, hips bucking.
“Fuck, shit, fuck, Maria - “
Another twist of her hand, another broken sob from him.
He can hear Nettie and Lucy laughing.
He wants them to shut up, wants the burning pain to stop, wants Maria to get off of him. Wants her to get him off too.
He’s shivering, shaking. Can’t catch his breath.
Her hand is moving faster, the pleasure as maddening as the pain.
He wants and wants and wants -
He arches into it now, dragging his hands away from his eyes, through his hair to look at her.
She’s focused, staring at the wall, a concentrated frown on her lips.
His hips buck into the movement of her hand even as he reaches out, touching her wrist. “Maria - ?” It’s a gasp, a stutter - it feels so good, and so wrong.
Her gaze snaps back to him with a growl. She speeds up her movements and then he’s gasping again, crying out, head back, throat bared.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, when he comes to his senses again, Maria wiping her hand off on his discarded pants. She stands as he continues to lie there.
Spent. Satiated.
Lucy and Nettie are giggling in the other room still and then Maria’s moving to the door.
“Wait. Don’t you want too - ?“
She pauses, there’s a fleeting moment of longing from her, and then she’s pulling the door open.
“No. Sugiero que te limpies y te cambies. Entonces unete a nostoros, unete a mi.”
She’s closing the door, not looking back and the laughter from Nettie and Lucy grows louder as she enters the room. She quiets them with a growl.
Jasper sighs, running his fingers through his hair before he sits up to examine the two new crescent-shaped marks on his hip bone.
The skin is red, puckered, little lines spreading out from the center showing the course the venom ran but the lines are already fading, the red paling to the now unnatural complexion of his skin. It’ll soon match the others.
Well, he thinks. What’s one more bite.