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keptherwaiting) wrote2020-08-08 01:27 pm
keptherwaiting) wrote2020-08-08 01:27 pm
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.
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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The wood cracks under her fingers and--she stiffens, arching up into him, as she comes undone, her body quaking, pulsating around him and she is loud, this time. Cursing, groaning, crying out.
"Fuck."
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He feels strangely relieved by it too, if only for a second, and then the weight of her emotions wash over him, and his hips snap to hers with a few more thrusts before he cries out, following her over the edge.
He eventually collapses against her, breathing heavily, body shaking, even though it’s more the weight of emotions than true exhaustion. She probably won’t let him stay like this for long, he knows, even with as relaxed and satisfied as she feels under him, and so his lips find hers in a messy kiss, dragging out the little moment for as long as he can.
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For a moment.
Maria frames his face with her hands, pulling him away from her lips, a smirk forming. "Un aprendiz rápido, hmm?" She purrs, darting forward to lick at his bottom lip. "Buen trabajo, Major.
"Ah, mi amante," she amends, dragging him back in for another kiss, just as messy as the last.
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And he only pulls away to put his lips to her skin again, his hands roving down her body. He doesn’t want to stop touching her.
“I’ll be your anything. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”
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A conquest in its own right.
"I'll be holding you to that," Maria murmurs, arching into his hands, stretching under him.
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He makes his way down her chest, fingers and lips ghosting along her curves. Not in hunger or desire, but simply to touch. Since she’s allowing it, for now, and when might be his next chance?
“Tendrá lo que me pide.”
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When was the last time someone didn't want something else from her, immediately after sex? Immediately before? Jasper only wants her.
She's unsure how to handle it. Her knee jerk reaction is to shove him off, to start poring over maps for their next conquest. She wants to do that.
She wants him to stay, to distract her throughout the night.
Her fingers slide to curl under his chin, tilting his head up to look at her. "Ven aca."
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He knew this part - the quiet - would come to an end soon.
He presses a lingering kiss to her belly before her fingers curl under his chin and she forces him to look at her.
“¿Qué?” he asks softly, trying to keep any disappointment from his tone or his gaze when he looks at her.
He’s a little worried that he’s about to be sent away. It sounds like Lucy has already ditched her partner. He’s not sure when that happened, but the other room is quiet now.
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Her gaze slides to the new mark she’s given him tonight, turmoil churning in her, but she shakes it off. Plays with his lip a little more.
“I’m not going to chase you off,” Maria settles on saying. “In fact—perhaps you can help me with strategizing—“
She breaks off, changing her mind as she says it, reaching for his shoulder to tug at him. “Later. Kiss me again.”
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And strategizing? He’d definitely be happy to help.
But, later.
He kisses her stomach again first.
“Whatever - “
Then higher, between her breasts.
“ - you - “
Her neck.
“ - want.”
Before capturing her lips again in another kiss, finally.