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❝ you okay?❞
“I’m fine!” Hope said, a little more briskly than was usual for her; ( now, anyway ). “Sorry,” she sighed, closing the old spellbook with a sigh of exasperation. Her reading was getting her nowhere. She was no closer to answers. “I’m okay.” She looked up at the male, narrowing her eyes slightly, trying to see if she recognised him. “Do I know you?”
Davina:
davina wasn’t sure if the girl was much younger than herself, with vampires and such it was difficult to say if looking young meant being young. but the brunette certainly seemed unsure, like she wasn’t entirely convinced by what she was looking for or what she was speaking about; considering she had come looking for research that made sense. “i’ve never heard of anything like it.” davina admitted shaking her head, “but i guess it makes sense, it doesn’t sound completely impossible and i’m sure it must’ve happened somewhere at some point in that case.” she shrugged her shoulders, “i hope you don’t mind me asking but, why is this something you’re looking into ? ”
The hopefulness seemed to drain from her body at the girl’s words, shoulders visibly slumping. “I hope so.” she whispered, running her hand over one of the grimoires, before removing it to add to her pile. At the question, Hope’s eyes flickered back to Davina and he shrugged nonchalantly. “Would you believe me if I said it was for a college dissertation?” she asked, smiling slightly before she went to speak again, not wanting to lie. She had to think about how she’d phrase the answer. She didn’t know how much this Davina.. This version of her.. How much she knew. About herself, her family, about how deep her connections with it went. About any of it. “I.. I think that I might be in one.” she admitted, frowning. “Or that.. some people I love are.”
Nomi can check if it’s serious.
Jace:
The answer was simple: Probably not. Jace did not want to hurt his own sister and he NEVER would have asked Hope to do it either - not to mention that he already had his doubts, due to her age. If Kira disapproved, said doubts certainly would have INCREASED and he would’ve continued to stay away from her. Even if it meant hurting himself. It was precisely why he needed to see HER pain, in order to open up about his feelings. Living without her was so very far from pleasant, but he attempted to convince himself that he could do it. As long as Hope was happy…
His thoughts trailed off and for a moment his whole body seemed PARALYZED. Except for his heart. That was beating so fast against his chest, it threatened to jump right out. This wasn’t planned, no, but it was something that he always wanted. His own family, with HOPE.
«You…» The male blinked his eyes a few times as he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. He needed a minute, shaking his head while he stared at the pregnancy test in the box. «You’re pregnant.» His expression stayed blank as his brain tried to PROCESS that ( incredibly huge ) information, but his eyes finally wandered to his fiancée’s face. «Oh my god.» The news finally STARTED to sink in and Jace could not help himself: He jumped up and pulled her into his arms to give her a gentle twirl, a quiet laugh of sheer delight falling from his lips.
He captured hers in a kiss after he placed her on her feet and he brought one hand to her face while the other found the side of her hip. «I can’t believe it.» The blonde admitted with another chuckle and his eyes were searching for hers, his own so full of adoration. Of happiness. Of FASCINATION toward her and their love.
«We are going to have a BABY.» It still seemed so surreal, but Jace grinned at her while he leaned in to pull her into another deep kiss, slowly allowing his hand to wander from her hip to her lower belly. How freaking amazing was this?!
It was almost deafening. The erratic, heavy beating of his heart. It was the only sound she could hear in the room. The only thing she could think to concentrate on. She smiled a sheepish little smile when he finally said the words out loud and nodded her head back; confirming it. Hope watched, nerves R A T T L I N G in her chest until finally, F I N A L L Y Jace’s eyes found hers again.
In an instant, Hope was in his arms, a small squeal leaving her as she was picked up off the chair and spun around. The giggle that left her matched his own delighted laughter and for a moment, she let her legs swing before she wrapped them around him instead, until finally being lowered onto her feet. Her hands immediately sought out his face at either side, cupping his cheeks as she beamed up at him, smile only interrupted by the way he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back happily, E A G E R L Y , only breaking away once he did. “I can’t believe it either..” she admitted with a breathless laugh, her thumbs gently stroking behind Jace’s ears.
She watched him, unable to not grin back at him. His smile was I N F E C T I O U S . Hope stumbled helplessly into his arms, not wanting to be anywhere else as she allowed herself to be filled up by his kiss. “Mmmmhm..” she mumbled, smiling widely into the kiss before she brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, hands -- as was usual -- finding their home in his hair to hold him to her.
The feeling of love right then was overwhelming. It was rising and swelling in her chest, the warmth overwhelming her. The werewolf sniffled softly, one of her hands lowering, drifting down over Jace’s chest to cover his heart, tapping her finger to its beat for a few seconds before it slipped lower to hold his hand against her belly. Her lips parted further against his to take a breath, the happy tears in the corners of her eyes causing her to blink a few times as she opened her eyes to look for him. “This baby.. this baby is gonna love you so much, Jay. Just like I do. Like I always have and I always will.. I,, I love you so much, Jace.”
“And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via psych-facts)
Jace:
«I’m not giving you too much credit - you’re not giving yourself NEARLY enough of it.» Jace smiled back against her lips, but no. No, he was not just trying to get in her good books. Hope managed to fascinate him every single day, ever since he met her, and he was certain that it would not ever stop. «Luckily for both of us, there is no one I would rather be ‘ STUCK ‘ with.» He murmured to her before he chuckled. «Well, I was thinking about the things that are not already yours.» Because he was hers. Completely and UNCONDITIONALLY.
Truth be told, he would always be grateful to his sister and her reaction to his relationship with her best friend. As much as he loved and trusted Kira, he had to admit that he expected a different reaction from her. Jace always thought that she’d EVENTUALLY come around, but her instant support amazed him - because he would not have been able to deny his feelings for Hope either way. He tried. He really, REALLY did, right until he realized how much he hurt his fiancée with it.
And yes, maybe it had been worth it in the end, but there were days and nights that made him REGRET wasting so much time. They only had a limited amount of it and god, he wished that he could spend every single moment with her.
His eyes searched for hers when she breathed that nickname that was reserved for her ( and her alone ) and he let out another sigh once her lips found his hand. The blonde still didn’t UNDERSTAND. Why? Why would she possibly postpone the wedding if there weren’t any second thoughts about it either? «Fit in your dress?» He made a face at her. «Why WOULDN’T you fit in your dress around Christm–» Words trailed off when a hint of realization hit him. Hope got sick this morning. She refused to drink coffee ( which probably happened for the first time today ) and now she worried about FITTING in her dress? «No way.» He whispered, more to himself than her, and he gave her an intense look before his eyes dropped to the rectangular box that she slid across the desk. Jace gulped hard and he blinked a few times before he lifted the lid of the box, slowly revealing it’s content.
If Kira had reacted differently.. Would they have ever gotten here? God, it wasn’t something she liked to think about. She loved her best friend; and she loved Jace. She’d never want to hurt E I T H E R O N E O F T H E M .
That was just it, though. The pain.. it had been worth it. It had just been something she’d had to prove herself strong enough to bear. Because if she hadn’t? If she’d just tried to force herself to move on, this.. them.. they never would have happened. They’d never have gotten their chance. Because back then, she’d been too young. It would have been judged, as innocent as she knew they were, as innocent as they would have K E P T things if she’d known about how he felt.. It wouldn’t have been the right time.
Now.. Now was the right time. It was their time. And everything had been worth it for her.
No way.. The wolf grinned at that, and lowered her head. “Yeah..” Hope whispered back automatically, holding her breath as she awaited Jace’s reaction to their shared news. His face was unreadable currently. She knew he’d probably be in shock.. This wasn’t something they’d been planning for right now. She also knew though.. She knew that it was something that Jace had always wanted. A baby. A family of his own. And why wouldn’t he? His family life -- while it had its ups and downs -- they were a strong, supportive unit, and Jace being anything other than that? It just wouldn’t make sense. He was amazing. He was amazing and he loved children and she couldn’t believe that right now he was gonna be opening up a box that would tell him that she was pregnant.
With his baby. With T H E I R baby.
She knew the reaction would be worth it. Worth the wait. Even if right now it felt like she was about to explode with nerves. Hope’s knees were shaking, as were her hands as she moved them aside from his slightly; letting him have this moment as he lifted the lid and found the test revealing his fiancée to be six weeks pregnant. God, she was nervous. She was so unbelievably nervous. But she wasn’t afraid for Jace’s reaction. Not one bit. Jace loved her, and she loved him.. Her eyes wandered from his down to the box, and then back again, waiting, with bated breath, for him to say something.
as if you can forget.
Jace:
Jace hummed in response to her words, but he shook his head anyway. «Want you to feel even BETTER. So good is not good enough.» He gave her a small, affectionate grin when she used the grip in his hair to bring his face closer to her own and - as always - he was more than happy to kiss her. His girlfriend’s sudden growl of frustration made him laugh for a moment, but the sound trailed off into a low GROAN when she began to wriggle underneath him, simply taking the friction that she wanted, instead of waiting for him to give it to her. «And you called ME evil?» The hybrid breathed in amusement, gulping for a second as her walls tightened around his length again. «I think you are very, very evil yourself.» His eyes closed at the way she kissed his nose, but he opened them to look at her after he heard her answer. «What if I wanted to suggest one PARTICULAR bed?» He questioned, attempting to sound innocent.
«How INTERESTING.» His tone remained playful and he instantly brought her closer against his chest, holding her in his arms while his fingertips caressed her skin. «Well. If I want to keep you forever and you want me to keep you forever as well, then… Maybe I should do THIS.» The hybrid tried not to grin while he leaned in, giving her cheek a teasing lick. «There.» He allowed himself to grin now and his eyes were gleaming with mischief. «I licked you. You’re mine now. Can’t be undone.»
HEROIC? That was the last word that he would use to describe himself and he rolled his eyes to tease her back before he shook his head. «Nope. No, you can’t complain. I’m not complaining either.» Dancing with her was even better than any steak could EVER be.
«You don’t have to be jealous about that ridiculous place that we call a kitchen, you know?» He chuckled, brushing his nose over her jaw. «You can admit it’s AWESOME. I mean, let’s face it: It is. We could get ANYTHING we want - and we would not even have to cook.» The only reason why he cooked was because he enjoyed it.
It was true. EVERYTHING they did was intense and that was the point. It nearly drove him crazy when he fed on her for the first time, when they SHARED blood for the first time, but things were different now. He was not necessarily afraid of hurting her - if Hope had his blood at the same time, nothing could go wrong - but he was not so sure if they could stand the intensity. It would be unlike ANYTHING they ever did before. Even though they did it before, it would be different. He needed her to be aware of that.
«That’s not even OPTIONAL.» Jace told her in a quiet, yet gentle tone after he heard her whisper. He was almost certain that he could not hurt her. That he would ALWAYS pull away before he took too much, but he would not ever take the risk. He spent hours, days, weeks to master his self control, but vampires were a PREDATORY species. They could snap and while he highly doubted that it would happen with Hope, he did not want to feed on her without KNOWING that she would be safe. He pressed his lips to her head and he smiled slightly in response to her next words. «Let’s see if we can even survive doing it once.» He muttered softly. «We can talk about THAT after.»
It was tempting, of course. No blood would ever compare to the taste of hers, the taste of the woman that he loved, but he didn’t know if they SHOULD feed on each other to sustain themselves. It all depended on how things would go this time. «You have me.» He whispered as her lips brushed against his lower one. «ALL of me.» It was not fear that made him hesitate, it was not shame either. It was his respect toward her - but he TRUSTED her more than anyone else in this world and he believed that she would not make an offer like this just for his sake. The male captured her lips in another deep kiss before he brought them back to the curve of her neck. He gave her skin another suckle and his arms tightened around her body. «Just tell me when you’re ready for this.»
“You have an actual bed in mind?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him quizzically. “I thought we were just talking about beds in general..” she teased, crystalline eyes shining as she looked into his ocean hues. “
She squirmed happily underneath him, shaking her head at the wetness when he leaned back after licking her cheek, and just stared at him. His enormously happy grin, and the glint of T R O U B L E in his already beautiful eyes. “Oh my God,” Hope laughed, leaning back to look at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Really?” she asked him, narrowing her eyes playfully at him before she smiled -- grinned -- a huge smile and leaned in to lick the tip of his nose, followed by his cheek, followed by her nibbling at his jaw on the other side. Her face was scrunched up when she pulled away from him again, still positively B E A M I N G . “There. Now you’re mine, too.”
“Fine, the dumb kitchen is actually pretty cool, I admit it. When I get my own place -- a proper place -- I’m totally going for the crazy big kitchen.” She nods like she’s sealing that as a promise, and nuzzles at his cheek in response to his nuzzling. “Mm, what if we go down there and make Mac n cheese..” she teases him, nibbling at the opposite side of his jaw this time. The side she’d missed when she was teasing him B E F O R E . “And have sex in Wyatt’s kitchen..” She added, completely serious, and then gently kissed his cheek.
“Once,” she agreed, on a slightly breathless laugh, that fell into a soft, warm smile as he kissed her skin. The tribrid hummed softly and trailed her fingertips along his shoulder blades, tracing the way they felt; the muscles and the bones that made him up. “and then we’ll talk..” she repeated, voice quiet and relaxed.
As much as she D I D want this for Jace.. She wanted it for her, too. It was as selfish as it was selfless. Maybe even more so. Because she W A N T E D this. She wanted it desperately. She wanted to feel as close to him as possible. As close as she could get. Closer. Close would never be close enough. Hope felt like she knew that already. Ever since that night in the cave.when they’d first started to get closer ( physically speaking ). Tonight.. nobody would interrupt them. It was just going to be T H E M . Them, on T H E I R O W N T E R M S . With their own beginnings and their own endings.
No, Jace had nothing to worry about as far as her intentions went. It was.. It was all about him. All about her. All about them. “And you have me.” she whispered back. All of her for all of him. After spending years being told they should hate each other; it was really something, wasn’t it?
Hope watched, mesmerised as the hybrid closed the centimeter that was left between their lips, her eyes fluttering closed as they kissed, and kissed deeply. A moan was breathed into his mouth, and one of her legs twitched and tightened around him, her back arching for him as he started to wander with his kisses. “Fuck,” she breathes, the actions of her body reminding her E X A C T L Y where Jace is. “God, that still feels good..” she told him, swallowing in order to try to stop herself from moving underneath him again; to stop herself from seeking friction, and the feel of his cock pulsing inside her again.
“Wait,” she whispers, touching the side of his head with a kiss and scrunching at his hair while she carefully shifts underneath him. Hope bit her lip as she pressed one of her feet flat against the mattress, moving them slightly while she slid her free hand in between their bodies. Finding where they were still connected, the tribrid gently pressed a finger against the root of Jace’s cock, trailing it around him before carefully allowing her hand to curl it around it so she slowly pull him out of her. She tried to relax at the feel of him leaving her, but the way her pussy clenched -- especially around the head of his cock — made it hard to breathe. She kissed him again, gentle, lazy, little kisses down the side of his face while she let her hand capture his length, stroking it up and down. Her breath left her in soft little pants, like it seemed they did now when his body was near her.
With her left hand still in Jace’s hair, she stroked it back slowly a couple of times, almost soothingly, bringing him deeper into her neck while she leaned in to brush her lips against his shoulder, kisses moving along it and towards his bicep. She nodded her head, just once, letting him know she was ready -- as ready as she could be -- before slowly starting to kiss his skin again; teeth and tongue meeting it every so often.
damon often gave his opinion to those, whether, they cared to hear it or not. ❝ i wouldn’t eat that if i were you;; trust me. ❞
Hope was sat eating her sandwich, thinking the food would help her nausea, the news for what was to come only making her stomach flutter even more nervously. When a voice sounded out, she turned her head towards it. “What’s wrong with it?” she asked, making a face. “I made this..”
Jace:
The male gave her a quiet laugh in response to all of the things that she listed. «YOUR performances might be even better than mine.» It was not even a joke: Hope had talent - and not just when it came to SINGING. There were so many things that she could do and it never ceased to fascinate him how brilliant his future wife was. He returned her kiss and smiled before he shrugged his shoulders. «Yes, I know. Which is EXACTLY why we should go. You deserve to be spoiled. And it’s Paris. I figured that it would be rather INSPIRING. We could visit the Louvre, take a trip up the Eiffel Tower. Go to Notre-Dame. Anything you want.»
It was ANOTHER thing that he could never blame her for: Of course she needed some reassurance after he acted like a complete IDIOT ( for years ) - but he never meant to hurt her with his reactions. Jace never left the room because he didn’t like her, he left because he always liked her TOO much. He flinched because her touch made him think about things he attempted to avoid, so he could PROTECT her. In a sense, he needed reassurance as well, and he was incredibly grateful that the two of them managed to work through it all. That they were here now. Happily engaged and… suddenly talking about postponing their wedding?! «I’m not sure I understand.» Things were going WELL, weren’t they? If it was not about his job, then what was it about?
«A year. You want to wait another YEAR?» It surprised him, to say the least, but he tried to focus on her feelings on the subject, not his. «What kind of THINGS are you talking about? You know you can tell me if you are having second thoughts about this, right?» It did not SOUND like it before, but he would never hold it against her if she changed her mind. Hope was still so young and while he could not wait to marry her, he WOULD respect her decision and wait if she needed more time.
“Yeah? Well, I think you give me too much credit A N D , you kinda have to be nice to me; I’m marrying you.” She said, playful. “Kinda stuck with me, but, if you’re trying to get in my good books, it’s definitely working.” She breathed, almost dazed-sounding as another kiss was pressed to his lips, a full smile on her own attached with it. “Like a pre-honeymoon.” Hope beamed, her blue eyes practically sparkling like crystals as he spoke of their trip together. Of all the things they’d get to see, and all the things they’d do. Everything she’d P A I N T . “You.” she said without thinking. “I just want you.”
The last couple of years between them had been F U L L of that reassurance. That both of them needed. It had been filled with dissecting old memories that both of them had differing thoughts and fondnesses of. When she’d eventually opened up to Kira about what had started as a crush on her best friend’s older brother.. but had progressed to her actuallt falling in love with him? Kira had been nothing but supportive. Even making jokes about how much she ‘shipped’ the two of them, that after years of being best friends with the younger Callaghan, had made Hope laugh ridiculous amounts. She was grateful for A L L of it now. Even the pining and the pain that had gone with it. It had all been worth that one night where she’d finally caved and been made ( by Jace ) to tell her what she was feeling. He hadn’t expected it, or course, but she hadn’t expected his answering ‘I love you,’ in return.
“W-Second thoughts??” she repeated, even the taste of the words on her tongue caused her to make a face. “Jay..” she squeezed his hands in her own and turned her head slightly to press her lips against the side of his left hand, where his ring would soon rest. She looked up into his eyes as she spoke. “Second thoughts about marrying you is literally.. not even in my head. Never has been.” She gave his hand another kiss, wanting to reassure him, too. “I just.. when we do get married, I kind of.. I want to be able to F I T in my dress.. and I don’t think I’m going to be able to by Christmas..” Her sentence trailed off at that, and yet again, she squeezed his hands. Biting her lip, she gently removed a hand from his to reach into her bag, pulling out of it a little rectangular box that she carefully slid across his desk towards him, eyes never leaving his face.
Davina:
there were two kinds of customers; those who came in looking to buy the most recent best seller crime novel and those who had more specific requests. one thing was clear this girl certainly belonged in the second category of people. nodding slowly davina offered a smile, “in the back,” she confessed, “the manager wants to keep a more ordinary appearance, but we’ve got a few things stashed away if more informed customers want to have a look.” she continued, explaining as she once again lead the young woman through the shop, this time to the back where she pulled out the books, “so what is that you’re after ? toying with dreams isn’t exactly the best play.”
The tribrid felt an immense relief at Davina’s words and was quick to help take some books from her, setting them aside on the counter to pay for when the two were done browsing. Hope looked back at her, finding the smaller brunette’s eyes, before she looked away again and to the books. “Do you know of any time its been done? Dreams being made reality? Or reality created through dreaming?” Hope pulled out a particular book on identifying Supernatural creatures and placed it on the floor beside her; creating the start of a new pile. "I know that it’s not just witches that can do it.. Alter your reality..” Whilst that part was aimed at Davina, she was mumbling to herself now, too, finger trailing down the spines of books. “Maybe if I can find out the creature or demon that did it, then I can start with how to reverse it, right? That makes sense..” She bit her lip, and looked to her company. “I swear I’m not planning on doing something weird. Or crazy. Or evil.”
darkerthancain:
«I TRIED to make it two, but I guess one week is better than nothing.» Jace started to laugh when she nipped his neck and he grinned at the way she pushed him through the office. «Hey, hey, hey. BEHAVE. Who do I kidnap to Paris if you are so mean to me?»
«Ah, I see. Your forgetfulness is MY fault now, huh?» The male chuckled, but he instantly shook his head at the words that followed. «Hope. It’s not nothing if you are not feeling well.» He didn’t care if it was an EMERGENCY or not: He wanted to be there for her. Even if it was something minor. The look of concern stayed on his features and he watched her closely while she caressed his jaw with her fingertips. A part of him WANTED to protest and make sure that she would get whatever she needed to feel better, but he knew how stubborn she was. If she dismissed an idea it was unlikely for her to change her mind, so he only let out a sigh when she promised him that she was feeling better. «OKAY.» He could only hope that she’d tell him if she felt worse again. Seeing her in any kind of discomfort would always be the worst to him.
He gave her hand a light squeeze after she intertwined their fingers and he raised an eyebrow at her when she said THAT. «You are not seriously worried about that, are you?» There was not a hint of judgement in his voice - Jace knew he couldn’t blame her if she was. «Hey.» He took her other hand as well, quickly shaking his head at her. «I know I’ve been working a lot and I know that it was not exactly FAIR to you. I’m sorry. But… I would NEVER choose work over our wedding. Our wedding comes first. You come first.» And he did not want her to doubt that. «My dad is so excited, he would drag us in front of the altar TOMORROW. I can’t speak for your mother, but I’m fairly certain that she will make it work as well.» The more he thought about it, the more his confusion increased and he leaned back as he studied her features. «Where is this coming from? Is it just me and the amount of time I spend at work, or…?»
“All your fault.” She nodded, pouting at him. “Being too cute and cuddly and loving me too much and always wanting the best for me and making me coffees even when I’ve already had six that day..” she listed, eyes glinting as she looked back at him. “Singing to me, having to sit through my performances in the shower -- which, are amazing, I stand by that -- generally just being the best boyfriend and the best fiancé I could ever ask for..” The wolf rolled her eyes playfully, and gave a gentle tug on his hand to bring herself closer to him. “And now you’re wanting to take me to Paris, too?” She shook her head at him, and stood to lean over his desk so she could kiss him softly, just once. “You know how much I love Paris.”
It was true, for what was the start of their relationship she’d needed some reassurance. Maybe a lot of it. Reminders that he felt the same way that she did. Mostly because she’d hidden it for so long from him. ( She’d H A D to. They both had to back then ). Hope had convinced herself that he couldn’t stand to be in the same room as her for such a long time. That him flinching when he touched her had everything to do with her and N O T H I N G to do with the fact that maybe he felt the same as she did. She smiled sheepishly as he took the second of her two hands and lowered her gaze for a moment, watching them join together. “No, no, Jace. You’ve not done anything wrong by being at work. What you do.. how much this job means to you just makes me love you even more. It just makes me want to marry you even more.” she promises, pausing to squeeze his hand. “I just.. I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to get married this year with some things the way they are right now..It might be something we have to move back a little.”
“Like.. a few months, or a year maybe..” Hope wasn’t sure how these things went. She wasn’t used to wearing dresses or doing this much preparation. She only knew that generally, where wedding dresses were concerned, almost every bride she’d seen in movies or tv shows complained or worried over the dress fitting.
Jace:
«Of course you did.» Jace GRINNED at her teasing response and he gave her a happy, little hum when he felt her lips against his skin. Damn, how did he manage to get out of bed and away from her this morning? He had no idea. «Really? So you DON’T want me to stay home with you next week? I mean… I suppose I could withdraw my vacation request, if that’s what you prefer.» He suggested while he ATTEMPTED to give her an innocent look. Yes, his job was important - but so was she. They deserved to spend some time together and Hope was right: He NEEDED a break after all of the months that he worked overtime. «I thought we could travel a little bit. Relax. Plan the wedding?»
The male finished the next few sentences on his laptop while he chuckled. «Oh, I know you’re quite capable, but you’re not a very FORGETFUL person.» He continued to type, but his eyes flickered back to his fiancée’s face when she said that she slept ‘ okay ‘. Still. Another grin showed up on his lips and he shook his head for one moment. «Must be exhausting, but hey. At least it works, right?» The expression on his face softened when she reached out for him and he brought his hand to hers, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze. «You felt SICK?» Concern laced his voice and he instantly turned away from the laptop to face her instead. «You should have called me.» Should have stayed in bed so that Jace could have brought HER breakfast. He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. «Are you feeling better now? Do you want me to call someone to give you a quick check up?»
Her excitement over having Jace to herself for a whole week was evident in the way she practically bounced on her feet. “You have a whole week off?” She narrowed her eyes on his teasing words but even as she playfully nipped at his neck the grin was still on her face. She even went as far as giving him a gentle push as the two made their way through his office. “I can’t wait.”
“Must have been all the rushing to get to my future husband making me forget everything..” she teased, though really, it wasn’t far from the truth A T A L L . She grins back at him, but her expression softens when his does, and she continues to pay attention to his skin as he watches her. “I didn’t wanna worry you over nothing.” She smiles as he takes her hand, feeling her cheeks flush at the lightest fluttering of his lips over her skin. Would she ever get used to that? Silly question. She’d waited three years for him to touch her anything L I K E this. Had imagined it in her head a million times ( or more ), but nothing had compared to when he’d finally allowed his hand to touch her skin, or his lips. Or anything. Hope turned her hand slightly in his, caressing his jaw with the lengths of her fingers. “It’s okay, I’m feeling better.” she promised him, smiling at his concern. She shook her head, quickly dismissing the idea of someone else checking her over, given that she knew already exactly what it was.
Hope leaned forward, legs dropping to the floor so she could lean on his desk, elbows resting against it, one hand still in his. She moved her hand to lace their fingers together and let her eyes wander between each of his. “Maybe when we’re relaxing next week and looking at the wedding.. we can talk about dates again? Make sure we’ve picked the best time for everybody’s schedules? I mean.. you’ve been working a lot of overtime.. what if they need you? Or mom, what if she can’t make it? Or your dad?”
“What do you think of this?” she asked the other as she held up the almost antique locket for them to see. “They don’t make lockets like this anymore. I wonder who S.C. is.”
Hearing her best friend’s voice ring out, Hope peeked her head out from behind some display shelves she’d been looking at, a big, floppy hat perched on her head. “It’s gorgeous, Kir!” she grinned, huffing some hair out of her face. She made her way over after taking off the hat, wanting to take a better look at it. “Wow, no, you’re right.. It looks old.” The wolf hums in thought, eyes wandering the locket. “Think your dad or someone would know?”
as if you can forget.
Jace:
That was something he WANTED them to do: Remember the night for all of the good things that happened. Perhaps there was no true VICTORY where there was war. Every step forward came at a price, but he believed that this chance to grow had been worth it. The devil could no longer terrorize this town. He was no longer threatening to turn every being on this planet into his pawn. Adaliya would not be able to hurt Hope, or use innocent people like Henry ( Jr. ) Mitchell. The hybrid had his FREEDOM. Taking lives would never be easy for people like them, but they had to focus on all of the things that would change for the better. It was the only way to get through necessary sacrifices.
But even with that mindset, his thoughts barely even circled around the things that happened earlier that night. Call him selfish, but he REFUSED to pay attention to anything other than the brightest soul he could have found in this universe: Hope.
«Mhm.» He breathed softly while his hands continued to work their way up, slowly massaging inch by inch of her back. «Good. It’s SUPPOSED to feel good. Want you to feel good.» His lips brushed a light, gentle kiss to her jaw and he grinned against her skin when she reacted to the roll of his hips, groaning and scraping his scalp. «Did you just call me evil?» The male’s eyes locked with hers while he gave her a playful pout, much like the one he nipped away from her face a few seconds earlier. «That’s not very NICE of you, is it? Maybe I’m spoiling you a little too much.» Which was why he eventually stopped moving altogether, a look of amusement on his face. «Is that so?» His features softened when she nuzzled his nose and he gave her another kiss before he narrowed his eyes the slightest bit. THINKING. «What about a different bed? Do you think you could ‘ quite happily spend an eternity ‘ in a DIFFERENT bed with me?»
Another hum left his lips when he heard Hope’s promise and he squeezed her body in appreciation. It mattered to him. Jace always wanted her to feel as safe, as happy and as comfortable as possible - and while he knew that there would be bad days ( it was only human, after all ) he also knew that he would ALWAYS attempt to make her feel good. To bring out that beautiful smile, or those sweet sighs of contentment. «Oh, I wasn’t offering you an out.» His expression was serious, but SOMETHING about his voice was playful. Of course it was. «I’m starting to think I should just keep you forever.»
Weird did not even begin to cover it and he could not stop himself from joining in on Hope’s laughter. «YEAH, I guess.» The male grinned at her before he shrugged his shoulders. «I don’t know. She wanted to talk about my favorite food and I was honest with her - so she told me to… Slice her wrist in case of emergency.» Of course he did not slice and ( fortunately for everyone ) he didn’t get THAT thirsty, but who was he to complain about a snack? Especially when it gave him more time that he could spend with his girlfriend? «Maybe she felt generous. Maybe she wanted to repay me. I fixed a shoe for her.» Although the fact that he helped her before didn’t make it less surprising that she offered him her blood. «I actually didn’t get to EAT my steak.» He muttered between their kisses. «It was getting late, I wanted to find you.»
It was the benefit of being half a vampire. Jace enjoyed eating food and he rarely passed on the opportunity to eat, but it was the BLOOD that sustained him.
«But did you have anything? Because if you didn’t, I WILL force feed you before we sleep.» He joked after he gave her another, tender kiss. «Tribrid or not, you gotta eat.»
«HOPE.» As much as he wanted to stay, it was not like he would ask someone to come to his room so he could feed - in front of her. Blood bags could have been a solution, but he wasn’t exactly a FAN. What? He only fed on people that volunteered anyway.
His eyelids fluttered and he allowed them to close for a second when she bit and tugged on his skin, telling him to stay. Again. God damn it, how was he supposed to resist her? «In this bed?» Jace repeated and he raised an eyebrow when she added the next part. On me. Her hands already directed his head toward her neck and the mere THOUGHT of it made his throat burn, but he tried to ignore it. He simply placed an open-mouthed kiss to the spot where her shoulder met her neck before he nuzzled it. «You’d like to do that for me, huh?» The hybrid echoed as a mixture of emotions laced his voice. «Hope, I… It would be intense.» It had been intense the first time they shared blood, but it wasn’t unlikely that it would increase this time. «But if that’s what you WANT, we could try.» On one condition. His lips parted and captured her skin again so he could slowly suckle against it before he continued to speak. «I’ll do it. If you TRULY want it, I will stay here and feed on you, but I need you to feed too.» Sure, his self control was impressive, but there was no way that Jace would ever RISK hurting her.
If they decided to do this, they would have to do it together.
“I do feel good,” she mumbled, moaning softly, over and over again as his hands worked her muscles up her back. “So good..” Her voice lowered, and her hands pulled gently on his hair, trying to bring his lips closer to hers, seeking his kiss. Their eyes met and she growled her frustration at him. “Hey,” Hope groaned, protesting the lack of movement since he’d stilled his hands and his hips. She wiggled underneath him, searching for friction between them and biting her lip when she got it. She grinned at him, legs continuing to slowly stroke his as she continued to teasingly raise her hips just the slightest bit underneath him; mumbling his name softly when she felt her walls starting to throb around his length all over again. Watching the narrowing of his eyes, the tribrid did the same back to him, nodding her head so that she could kiss his nose; up over the tip of it before continuing up the length of it and up between his eyes. “Think a D I F F E R E N T bed could definitely work just as well..” she muttered, already thinking about dragging him into the two homes S H E had a bed in.
There it was. Movement again. Him squeezing her in his arms. The immediate warmth made her shudder and she tried to bring him closer straight away, wanting to live in his warmth. Her movements underneath him stilled, all except for her arms wrapping tightly around his middle, her hands stroking his sides. It seemed like her hybrid was F I N A L L Y coming to accept that Hope wasn’t choosing to go anywhere without him. That she wanted to be with him. “I’m starting to think I’d like for you to keep me F O R E V E R ..” she told him, voice sounding just as playful, though her words remained true, and serious.
“Very heroic..” she teased, though she had to say, too, he kind of was something of a Knight in Shining Armour. Rescuing girls with their broken shoes, fighting the Devil, carrying her to bed. “Well..” Hope said, smiling against the hybrid’s lips, “can’t say I’m sorry you didn’t get your steak when I got to dance with you, now, can I..” she trailed off, kissing him back, just as slow, humming as they continued to break the kisses with words every so often.
“I’ll eat later. You can force-feed me something from down in that ridiculous place you guys call a kitchen. We can both have something there. Maybe not a steak..” Hope raised her eyebrows. “But something.”
She nodded, hearing the repetition of her own words, her teeth having snagged his skin so it was almost like she was tugging it with her. There was more nodding as he continued, her lips parting against the skin of his neck as Jace left a kiss in the curve of her neck. “Yes.” she breathed, answering his question. Intense.. God, everything they did felt intense. She wanted to say something encouraging. Tell him not to worry about it, That she was certain. That she was H I S . His only. “I W A N T ..” She started, but then her voice fell away, turning into a long, drawn out moan as he started to slowly suck on her skin. “I want to..” She moaned, legs tightening around his, squeezing him to her. It wasn’t the condition she’d been expecting, but she was nodding before he’d even got the words out.
Tilting her head back, she rested against the pillow, looking for his eyes, the lights she’d created flickering above them as her breath started to quicken at the thought of them feeding on one another. At the thought of them sharing this again.. with what they’d already shared tonight. “I want to do that, too. I want to taste you.” she whispered, gaze falling to his lips as she dragged her fingertips slowly, leisurely up his back. “I want you to be able to do this. Whenever. Any time you need blood. Any time you need to feed.. With me.”
She’d always give him this. If he’d take it from her. If he’d S H A R E it with her, God, she’d let him every single time. She loved him, she wanted him to feel good, and like he could be himself with her. His full self. “I want all of you, Jace. Every side of you.” her hands stilled behind his shoulders, kneading them slowly, just like he’d done for her all the way up her back. Her forehead met his as she leaned in to lightly brush his lower lip with a soft, barely there kiss. “Just you. Only you. All of you.”
Davina:
davina nodded as she listened to what the young woman listed off. it was research she said, and while it all sounded impossible davina had no right to question it, no reason either for that sake. “i think we have a few things you might be interested in, come with me.” davina cheerily replied, she looked over her shoulder to see if the woman followed her as she walked towards the first shelf, “there’s a few things here, this is on dreams and understanding them, and we’ve got this which is a bit more analytical rather than just plain fun, oh and this is on alternate universes… not sure we have anything on realities, would alternate universes work for your research ? ” davina listed pulling books of the shelf before turning to face the next set of books, “and here’s our psychology section, other than that… we’ve got a few fairytales.”
It was already getting tiring. Waiting to see if people knew who she was. One thing was clear, though. Whatever world, whatever history Davina Claire had with Hope’s family in this world.. She didn’t know Hope. She smiled back as she trailed after the young witch, -- Davina would still be a witch, wherever they were, right? -- and nodded her head in response, showing she was listening. She followed the listing off of the store’s books, an appreciative smile pulling onto her lips as Davina pulled books off the shelf, one after the other. “Yeah, I think that would work. Alternate universe, alternate reality.. Maybe they’ll explain the difference somewhere in it.” She turned to look at the next set of books too, brows furrowing in thought. Thinking she’d try her luck, Hope spoke again. “Do you have any old grimoires? Old spell books.. Or would they be in a different kind of shop?”
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the bell above the door rung indicating that someone had entered the quaint bookshop. it was a sharp sound breaking the silence that had enveloped the store in the absence of customers and it brought davina out of daydream that had captured her attention while she took inventory in the back. the brunette’s gaze snapped towards the door leading to the shopfloor, “i’ll be right there ! ” she young witch called out, closing the inventory notebook before making her way out, small smile on her lips facing the prospective customer, “what can i do for you ? ”.
“Take your time!” Hope called back, eyes scanning along the crowded bookshelf for something that might be helpful to her. Hearing the approach of the other female, the tribrid turned her head, smiling back at the young woman despite her current situation. She made her way over, eyes still roaming the quiet store. “This is gonna sound really weird.. but I was looking for something that might help with some... research.. I’m doing on alternate realities and dream states? Honestly, anything you might have on dreams.. Psychological and otherwise would probably be good?” The more she thought about it, the more agitated she felt being where she was. She hoped it wouldn’t come across on her face. “Um, or anything about old.. Sleeping curses. Fairytale stuff.. you know..”
