keptherwaiting | 1863, Texas

1863, Texas

Jasper leans against the doorway of the barn, his gaze on the house across the way. The women, of course, were given the house, and he knows there's no danger for miles, yet he keeps watch. His gaze, in particular, resting on one candle-lit room.

The rest of the newborns are in the barn with him. Except for the one that Lucy pulled for the night as a companion. It's not the first time one of them has picked a lover to share a few hours with and it probably won't be the last, but it irks Jasper nonetheless.

Not because of Lucy, or that, just -

It makes the men even more obnoxious, especially when well-fed on top of it. Jasper would prefer them hungry now. At least their hunger distracts them from this. This is just -

His gaze drifts to the group behind him, where the others play a game of cards. The whispers from the corner make his jaw clench. The way they talk about the three woman.

- Obnoxious.

His gaze drifts off back to the house as Liam, the youngest of them, breaks off from the group and comes to join him. He braces himself. The boy is barely sixteen - he wishes Maria hadn't turned him. He can't control his feelings like some of the older newborns. He's more zealous when hunting, more anxious when hungry, and -

"Do they do that often?" he asks in a hushed whispers. "Take lovers?"

- Hornier, than the rest, on nights like these.

"Sometimes," Jasper grounds out, his jaw clenching tighter.

"Maria too?"

Jasper fights the urge to growl. “Stop talking and get back with the others,” he snaps instead, jerking his chin toward the group.

One of the older newborns looks up at the disturbance - Campbell, already grayed around the hairline - and he beckons the teenager back over to them. "C’mon, kid," his voice gruff as he meets Jasper's red-eyed gaze, all-knowing like he's the one with Jasper's powers, before he focuses on the kid again. "You ever play? We'll deal you in this time."

Jasper nods his thanks as Liam scurries back to the group and he looks to the house once more, back to the candle-lit window.

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He pulls back just enough, his words a blur against her skin -

" - Can feel that."

And he shifts to trail his fingers down her body and press his palm to her lower stomach. He focuses carefully to stroke at the feeling, enhancing it.

"What you want, what you like," he continues in a murmur, almost rambling, before he puts his mouth to her breast again.

"Jesús Cristo," Maria hisses, her fingers tighten in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. Her hips jump against his hand, at the feeling he strokes in the pit of belly.

She wants to roll him over, take him inside of her right this fucking second. She wants to let him do whatever he wants, she wants to take charge, Christ, he's making her go insane.

It'll be easier than she thought, though, to teach him. He's definitely a fast learner. An understatement.

He moves up her body, bringing his mouth back to hers in a hungry kiss.

He wants her so much, can feel how much she wants it, and it’s driving him to impatience. His hips roll against her to seek friction.

And just that -

“Fuck.”

- feels good.

Maria does roll them this time, settling herself with a hand against his shoulder, the other snaking down his chest until she reaches between his legs.

Takes him in hand, sliding her palm up and over, down again. Leaning forward, kissing him breathless, her teeth tugging on his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” she agrees, panting against his mouth. “Fuck me, Major.”

His hands automatically curl around her hips when she settles on top of him.

Her hand on him is fairly distracting, though. The slide of her palm against him. His gaze locks on it, hips thrusting upward seeking more.

“What - “

Well. He understands the basics, but - hand.

“Fuck.”

She laughs as she tosses her hair over her shoulder, lifting her hips to position him against her.

Knowing this won’t last long—but willing to let it go this time. She’s banking on stamina.

Maria sinks down onto him, hissing as she does so, letting herself adjust, her chin dropping to her chest.

“Shit—Jasper,” she gasps, settling back in his lap.

One sharp intake of air and then Jasper forgets how to breathe.

His hands tighten on her hips as she settles back and his hips shove up against her. Nothing more than a squirm, really. Trapped by the tight hold of her thighs, her legs.

It’s too good.

And she looks amazing. Her hair a dark curtain over her shoulder, the glow of her skin in the candlelight, the way her fingers settle on his chest, her breasts -

“Fuck,” he gasps out, his breath leaving him all at once. He tries to reign in his emotions but it’s just -

It’s too fucking good.

Maria rolls her hips forward, urged on at the emotions bleeding from him. The need and want, built up inside him.

Her own need and desperate desire to get off intermingling with it all.

“Muévete conmigo,” she mutters, her hand moving to graze his chin, to bring his attention to her words.

And he does, not about to disobey a command when given. Especially not about this, given and said like that.

When she rolls her hips again, he meets her with a thrust. His hands are steady enough on her hips, though his fingers twitch nervously against her, his gaze glued to where they’re joined.

He’s afraid of just - losing it. He gulps in a steadying breathe and meets another roll of her hips, and another.

His movements become more sure with each, with each spike of fire he feels from her as they meet each other again and again.

She bends low over him, mouth against his neck as she whispers encouragements, praises, against his skin.

Her teeth nip at his throat, her hand coming to rest at the base of it as she grinds herself against him, her legs trembling.

Maria is surprised at how close she is already—her body overwhelmed by the feelings pouring out of him, brought to the edge by them. By the stretch and burn of him inside her, the excitement of having him laid out under her.

Her mouth claims his again, a biting, desperate clash.

Jasper moans into the kiss, and the bite of her teeth on his mouth, almost enough to break the skin, has him tightening his fingers on her hips.

He pulls away with a soft curse to refocus his attention on their coupling and not the dull ache of an almost-bite.

He starts thrusting upward faster, guiding her hips against his now, feeling bolder with each moment and he tries to find the fire inside her once more, to stroke it again and again.

He’s too close - too soon -

Each upward thrust from him catches her breath in her throat, threatens to jolt her from her spot at his neck.

Maria pushes up against his chest, her hands moving to hold against his legs, to roll her hips deeper, slower.

“Mas lento,” she urges, letting her head fall back as he drags inside of her. “Tome su tiempo, mi amante.”

Another curse, directed at himself as he tries to reign it in. To slow, and enjoy the leisurely roll of her hips, how she clenches around as she moves.

His grip on her hips lessens as he allows her to take the lead again. Not that she was ever without the lead on this.

He just - swallows hard, keeping his eyes on her as he slides his hands up her body to palm at her breasts again.

“Si, bueno,” Maria gasps, her new position of leaning back making the fire in her build faster as each slow drag presses in new ways against her.

One hand leaves his leg, coming to push into her long hair, holding it out of her face as she rides him, hips moving, her thighs trembling.

“Almost—“ she mutters, to herself, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

Almost, and his fingers trail from her breast to her stomach again feeling the fire burning brighter there.

Then lower still, to where they’re joined.

Almost, and he can feel his own tenuous hold slipping again. He’s trying desperately to wait and yet -

“Shit. Fuck. Shit,” he gasps out, grabbing her hips as he snaps his to hers, grinding up into her desperately.

Letting go, his desire and want and need flooding the room, into her, bleeding over to the room next door, and the whole house.

Maria grimaces just before his emotions bleed into her, hitting her like a wall. She can work with that, she can--

Her hand bats his away, using her fingers to bring herself over the edge--almost, almost--her thighs quaking and she curls in over him, gasping as she works herself, fingers moving faster, faster, pressing harder and then--

Fucking finally.

She breaks over him, collapsing against Jasper's chest, her mouth open and gasping for air against his shoulder, her teeth scraping against his skin--it doesn't break the skin, but it's pretty damn close.

"Maldito infierno," Maria mutters, rolling off of him, her brow furrowing as Lucy's moans come back into her world, and that goddamn headboard against the wall. "We'll need to pull back that power, mi amante."

She's still breathing heavily, looking a little shaken at the whole experience.

“Sorry.”

Except, is he?

He is, perhaps, for not holding off long enough and that she had to finish after him, but he feels fucking great.

He runs his fingers through his curls, panting alongside her. He’s breathless, can’t quite catch his breath, even though he doesn’t need it, and he’s trying not to grin like an idiot.

Maria snorts. "No suenas arrepentido."

She rolls onto her side, watching him catch his breath, tapping his chest with one finger. "Don't get comfortable," she warns. "You still have things to learn."

That wasn't her first choice of words--she was going to tell him to leave soon. But there's more she wants from him (part of it being a distraction from the never ending fuckfest Lucy seems to be competing in next door), and she can't deny that she did enjoy that, however aborted it was toward the end.

And she can't truly blame him for that. She knew it would end up that way--he's inexperienced. It's her job to make him experienced. And therefore: there are things she's going to teach him.

“Siento no haber podido llegar a ti,” Jasper amends, sounding far more sincere, as he rolls over to face her.

He reaches out, but waits for permission before touching her.

“Enséñame lo que necesito saber.”

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Maria smirks again, nodding at his hand, allowing him to touch her.

“Well,” she draws the word out. “How about you pon tu cara entre mis piernas, hmm?”

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“Put my - ?” His gaze skims her body, to rest between her legs and the dark curls there.

“ - Okay.”

He eagerly rolls her over with a laugh, the bed squeaking beneath them as he scoots his way down to settle between her legs. His hands slide down her parted legs as he stares at her, wetting his lips.

“Just - ?”

He doesn’t wait for a response to lean down and press his lips to her stomach, then lower still.

Maria threads her fingers through his hair when he settles. Her knees fall wide to accommodate his shoulders, her breath quickening in anticipation.

Her instructions are soft, quiet commands. Telling him how to use his tongue, fingers; a quick rundown of what to do.

Then Maria curls her hand under his chin, making him look at her. “Show me this quick study, Jasper.”

The way she instructs him, her voice soft, and how she instructs him -

“ - Shit.”

He wants to do all those things to her, and more. His mind racing.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs back when she makes him look at her. He turns into her hand, brushing his lips against her palm.

“ Deja que me haga cargo de ti.”

“Si,” Maria agrees, her hand falling from his face to reach up, grab a pillow. She gets comfortable, head propped up to watch him.

“Go on,” she urges, her hips twitching upward toward him. She can hear Lucy and her plaything reaching a crescendo again—she wants that. She wants to come loud enough it makes Lucy think twice about taking the room next to hers again.

The little twitch of her hips has him smirking as he ducks his head to graze his lips and teeth across her stomach again.

Lucy’s louder now, reaching her breaking point, cursing and he wonders if he can get Maria to sound like that. Finds himself just as determined to make her that loud.

Not that he shares this thought with her. Just as she doesn’t share hers.

He slides his fingers between her legs and he strokes at her softly, teasingly, as he kisses at her hips. And then he’s parting her with his fingers, ducking his head to get his first taste.

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