the soft finger tips dancing on the side of his torso, breeding sparks and flame with each bouncing touch have him tensen, he didn’t want to ruin the conversation, but he wanted HER. not just physically, but still, also physically. her words make him feel like he’s about to faint, like crying and dancing around the room screaming, he felt happier than ever before and her mouth moved against his, in unison, feeling just like it used to. strong hands grip tighter at her shoulder and neck, pulling her to him, the only one he’d ever met where personal space wasn’t just his, it was theirs.
broken up with doug, those words tasted so bland in his mouth, he didn’t know why he’d disliked the other so furiously, but it seemed to wash away with those words. he wasn’t significant, only the two of them mattered in that moment. the way she flurried out words just like he previously had, it comforted him, they were back in that feeling. back where they needed to tell it all, leave nothing untold, share everything.
the way she described her FEAR of him with another girl, had his heart pounding like a jungle drum with PRIDE. of course the part of him which did recognise the same for her, felt guilty, because after all he HAD indeed been with other women, in this bed, despite how disgusting it sounded in his head right now. why would he ever do that, oh, because he didn’t have her anymore, and he didn’t believe he’d ever get her back anymore either. all those times he’d tried to wash out the imaginative vision of her and someone else flushed his mind, that gushing feeling in his throat, feeling like he’d drown in that desperate feeling. he knew what she felt, to an extent, he wasn’t a medium after all, but he did understand her side so FUCKING WELL. he’d been there too.
ever so carefully, the hand on her shoulder gently slid back, fingertips hovering over her shirt where he knew there was a big, darken scar from a chainlink belt her mother had hit her with, over the hip bone. he remembered the lingering kisses she reminisced about, and he would kiss each of her scars a thousand times more, they meant nothing to him but a way of giving her safety, reminding her of what used to be, what he’d protect her from.
that soft peck did it, the sparks on his skin bursting to flames, the fire seeping up his body with lust and most of all LOVE. he’d be his ‘somewhat prince’ til the end of time, and nothing could ever stop him from doing it. both hands slid down, his knees bending a little for him to cup her body below the curve of her buttocks, lifting the smaller figure to his arms completely. with her in his arms he pushed her closer to himself, forcing legs to wrap around his waist.
MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE, his mind was yelling, shouting, SCREECHING as he held her close to him.
four of the most careful steps he’d ever taken in his life before sitting down to the edge of his bed, her in his lap. “—i’m gonna be yours, and you’re going to be MINE, okay? no sleazy prince is going to ever get past me to steal you. if you let me, i’ll never let go of you, okay? never again.”
careful lips of a gentle mouth find the curve of her jaw, the soft skin against dry, yearning lips, as he caressed the pure, beautiful DIAMOND that he had been granted the opportunity to behold. if there was one thing he could successfully steal, he’d want it to be her heart, and he’d cherish it tenderly forever. as lips make their way to hers again, the edges of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin and strong hands clenching on the others buttocks.
IT HAD BEEN months since jay had touched her like this. with the intend clear on his mind. they’ve hugged, fleeting kisses to his cheek as she said good morning. & her body had missed it. it’s been months since the last time. when they both agreed to end it, because it made sense. girls here clearly wanted his attention & how could she come between that when she had seen the spark in his eyes. it had been trying, not spending every moment alone doing such activities. but they had been best friends once. they had been most part of each other, growing up together, causing trouble, torturing people, it became their favorite pastime. how they could put their heads together, cause everything conceivable, and then going home & doing those sinful things to each other.
she had always known their chemistry together, finding it alluring & scary at the time. at any point, their parents could find out, yet jay was too good of a play to let go. she’s reminded of it, as she’s closer than ever, her eyes raking everywhere they land. so she can remember it, remember him. she knew she was talking more than she should. taking time, when they could be doing other things. but she couldn’t help and explain herself, tell him how much she missed him, how she wanted to never leave his side again, but once more she holds back, hesitant he might find it strange.
she knows she can’t lie to herself, she knows that she can’t pretend that he hasn’t been with other girls, she’s heard things from him, princess who just want a taste of what a villain is like, that they just want to see if there’s any difference. she knows that she can’t hold him accountable when she had slept with doug, wanted to sleep with others, doug wanting nothing but to make her as happy as he could. but only liking can take you so far, when longing was such a present state for her.
as she feels his hand move to her waist, where she KNEW one of her ugliest scars was, she can feel her cheeks heating up, even already flush to his body, she wants to be CLOSER, more together, and never stop with that feeling. it’s been long enough, she deserves some more, she deserves to be loved in this way, not waiting to see if she would ever love them back as much as they do with her. and she knows that doug tried to make her happy, that he never meant to follow every single command that chad gave him, that he was still sorry about that, but yet he had made such a face when evie told him about the scars on her body. he had been surprised, coming from the perfect family, he never had to deal with things like this, this raw, this REAL, it was a surprise he had been composed while she told him. but that’s all behind her now, when the boy in front of her is demanding attention.
there’s a barely concealed gasp as he picks her up, her hands moving from his torso to his neck and securing themselves there. she can’t help the small laugh that makes her way out of her lips. not laughing at him, but laughing at his movements, wanting her close. it makes her mind spin a little. that this man really does love her. that he wants her as much as she wants him, it’s dizzying and a little exciting.
there’s a nod to his words, before she looks at him for a moment and smiles. ❝ no sleazy prince, huh? as long as no prissy princess takes your eyes away from me, we’re good, ❞ she laughs now trying to lighten the mood as much as she can, take some seriousness out of this before she starts crying or something worse.
her neck moves as soon as she can feel his lips on his skin, trying to give him more space, her hands almost digging into his skin, trying to get anchored to reality, just in case. as soon as she feels his hands near her waist, she can already feel her breath starting to hitch. and at his hands squeezing, this time she gasps completely, breaking the kiss, and just shakes her head, before she kisses him again, more forcefully than before.
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