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@jenniferphillipsxo
“Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.”
au: jane kind of regrets teaching maura how to use the camera~
Lunch Break.
“I’ve missed you so much...” The words purred from her lips as she sat on the edge of the counselor’s desk. Her black pencil skirt sitting high on her waist and the buttons of her shirt exposing her black laced bra. For the first time in weeks, Jennifer and Kirsten had a lunch hour at the same time and the brunette was going to use it to her advantage. The blonde was her favorite thing about the day. Of course, she loved teaching her students and mingling with coworkers, but the opportunity to escape for a moment of silence with the woman she had chose to spend the rest of her life with was everything.
Lips swollen from the battle for control between the two of them, soft moans elicited from her throat. Fingertips touching every inch of her wife’s body she possibly could grasp. Jennifer needed more. She needed her wife to take her against the wooden desk. However, their extra curricular activities were suddenly stopped at the sound of the vice principal knocking on Kirsten’s door.
Eyes widened and Jennifer quickly dropped to her knees against the ground, hiding underneath the woman’s desk, doing her best to make sure any personal belongings were with her. Fingers quickly began to button back up her blouse as she listened to the woman enter the room and her wife quickly adjust back into a professional manner. As the dialogue went on between the both them, Jennifer could tell that this meeting was going to last for quite sometime. The worst part is that the brunette didn’t even have the slightest clue what they were even saying, which made her stay even more torturous.
That was until she glanced forward at the lower half of her wife’s body. She could see her legs squeezing together off and on, her heels popping out of the stiletto every now and then. Leaning forward to see if something was wrong, she immediately smelled the scent of arousal- a familiar one that had coated her digits and face quite often. Smiling to herself, she disregarded fixing her shirt and quickly allowed her fingers to work slowly up the smooth porcelain legs.
Goosebumps appearing as she moved higher and higher until she pushed open Kirsten’s legs as far as they would spread. Eyes squinted with furrowed brows when she realized her wife had on a new lace thong-which meant Kirsten had planned on getting laid that day. Pushing away the woman’s frantic hands that came underneath the desk, Jennifer quickly nuzzled her head in between the woman’s thighs and allowed her tongue to lick overtop of the material. She could taste the warm liquid through the lace and did her best to control her moan as she began to pull them down with her teeth.
Once the panties were securely around the bottom of the guidance counselor’s heels, Jennifer returned her attention to Kirsten’s core. Allowing her cheek to rest against warm skin before dipping the tip of her tongue against the slit of lips. Jennifer was going to have the feast of her lifetime, after all she was on her lunch break.
13th Anniversary.
She had been quiet the entire morning. Jumping at every noise and not comprehending words the first time they were spoken. He was in her head. His yells and hateful words ringing through her ears, causing every muscle in her body to tense. Unable to make up any valid excuse on why she needed to miss work for a second day in a row, especially with no ill symptoms, Jennifer had been left with no other choice but to ride with her girlfriend to Rothesay’s campus. Lips continued to tremble, even after saying goodbye to the blonde at the front doors to the building.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
The words immediately made the brunette look up in confusion. “What did you say?” She asked quietly before being interrupted by another staff member bring information to the blonde.
C’mon, Jen. Pull it together. It’s just another day.
She wanted to laugh at what she told herself mentally, but knew that dozens of students surrounded her in the halls, and the last thing she needed was them thinking she was insane. Forcing a smile, the brunette made small acknowledgments to those who interacted before ducking quickly into the faculty bathroom and locking the door behind her. Slender fingers pressed flat against her rising chest as she gasped for air and leaned over, doing her best to control her breathing.
“Nick, please stop! You’re scaring me!” She cried out while ducking another object flying straight at her head. “I’m scaring you?! Don’t be so ridiculous, Jen. You knew this was coming!” The man yelled as he pushed her against the wall by her throat. Flashbacks of his hands squeezing around her neck causing eyes to burn with tears. Phantom pains appearing in different areas of her body that had once turned black and blue from those same hands.
No, no. It’s over. Stop it.
Splashing cold water on her flushed face, the brunette adjusted her clothing and hair before looking once more at her reflection. Eyes slowly envisioning what her appearance gave when he was finished with her. A broken and bloodied nose accompanied with a sprained eye socket. Her golden skin contorting black and blue hues with each passing second. The sound of the bell causing her to flinch and quickly collect herself before moving towards her classroom.
Once she had convinced the students to take notes on a film that had absolutely no educational value to their current curriculum, Jennifer sat at her desk silently in the dark. Her heeled foot bouncing as eyes were glued to the small window adjacent to her desk. There was a storm brewing outside. Dark clouds covering the sky, tiny droplets of water now collecting against the glass, and the beginning sounds of thunder crashing. Her stomach churned with each loud beat in the sky, each stroke prompting a vivid mental flashback of her ex-husband. And like every other year, the text message finally vibrated her phone. The words “Happy Anniversary” scrolling under his name on the small lit screen.
Without even thinking, she fled from her classroom. Luckily, her desk sat in the back of the room and her students knew better than to act out when alone. Her heels clicked loudly down the hallway as she practically sprinted towards her girlfriend’s office looking for shelter. Kirsten knew nothing of Nicholas’ acts. No one did. Jennifer had kept the secret for years. Even when admitting herself to a urgent care, she gave them fake personal identification and cause as to what brought on the injuries.
Tears streamed down her face as she pushed the door to the blonde’s office open, praying there was not a student on the opposite end of the desk. Her chest rising and falling as she did her best to gasp for air that was not circulating through her system. “Kirst—“
Christmas Promise; Baby JK.
Although the tree was not extravagant, it was enough for their small studio apartment. Covered in stringed lights, sacred and fun ornaments collected from both woman, to the many wrapped presents that had already been collected underneath. Other decorations that hung on the walls and sat in the middle of tables matched the overall atmosphere on the university campus. White snow had grown in height overnight causing all classes to be canceled, which meant the pair had not been at work in nearly a week making the transition to the actual Christmas Day easy. Dressed in a two piece flannel pajamas, Jennifer quietly snuck back into the bedroom, tiptoeing across the floor being careful not to wake the sleeping blonde tucked cozy into the covers. She wanted this morning to be perfect--seeing that it was their first Holliday as an engaged couple. Crawling onto the mattress, she straddled her counterpart and leaned down pressing soft kisses into the bare skin. "Wake up, beautiful." She whispered softly, stroking the flushed cheeks with the tips of her fingers before kissing her a few more times. "Merry Christmas!" She gasped, when she finally made contact with the hues she got routinely lost in. Helping the blonde sit up against the headboard of their king sized mattress, the brunette collected the woman's hands and slid a slip of folded notebook paper into the middle of them. "Before we go open the rest of the gifts, I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and how incredibly happy I am knowing that you are mine forever. And I know that this," she paused glancing around the master bedroom that was obviously not built for two people to live in, "isn't the most ideal set up we have here. But it works because we have each other. So, with this piece of paper and my obviously great artistic skills," Jennifer paused with a small smirk, "I promise you that this is our soon to be future. And I will make you this house that we can live in forever." Jennifer smiled as she unfolded the paper to display not only the bad drawing she had conjured up, but also the purchaser receipt for the lot of land the couple had been looking at for the past year on the outskirts of town. "I love you so so much, now and forever." She whispered leaning forward to steal a kiss from the woman's lips while still holding onto the blondes hands.
Psylla - Glass Animals
Stop swaying windy mover shaking down Makes Mama turn her hands and flip around Backlashing with a bullet full of love Makes Papa wanna chrome up his old truck
Jennifer’s body was shaking—at least on the inside it was. Vomit aftertaste lingering inside her mouth as she didn’t give much into the kiss that had been placed on her lips. Breathing increasing heavily as the woman began to get up like any other normal morning. Although it was not normal, and Jennifer was positive if Kirsten left, she would have a breakdown that would result in needing a specialist.
Jennifer swallowed thickly as she thought of something to keep her wife glued into the bed, but her brain was consumed with his face. What her body had looked like whenever he was finished with his violent consumption. “No-no, Kirst…please stay home today?” The brunette asked with a wavering voice as she did her best not to let the tears fall from her burning hues. Trembling fingers pulling the covers up more around her slender frame and hiding her face into the mess of blonde locks.
R&I 6x14: OTP: Glazed donuts.
There had to be a limit on how many tragedies a single family could sustain before cracking under pressure. You would think at this point the higher power up in the sky was playing jokes on them for the hell of it. From gunshots to cancer scares, to multiple threats over the past few years, who knew this was how it could possibly end?
It was supposed to be a smooth day of running a few errands. The girls had just gotten back from a trip to the beach with both sets of grandparents while Kirsten and Jennifer stayed at home. The house was completely stocked with all the food that they would need for the rest of the week, but something was missing. Something crucial that came in handy during the scheduled time throughout the week that the two adults set aside for themselves. Most the of the wine has been consumed within a day after the children left, and the two women loved to have something paired with the homemade Italian dinner Jennifer always prepared from scratch.
Finally deciding on a bottle of red wine, Jennifer carried the brown paper bag out carefully to the black Tahoe, strapping it into the seat pocket in the back. Pulling the cell phone out of the oversized handbag, she scrolled through her contacts until she found her wife's name and hit the call button. With the device tucked safely between her ear and shoulder, the brunette climbed into the driver's side.
"Hello, my love. Did you get the girls washed up for dinner?" She asked softly while fingers pulled the aviator styled sunglasses over her dark hues.
"Of course! We are all watching one of the SpongeBob SquarePants movies right now. So please, hurry. Like, really try and hurry." Kirsten's voice now whispering into the speaker, "There is only so much more of his laughing I can take before I break the actual television."
Jennifer rolled her eyes and did her best not to laugh too loudly at the predicament her wife was currently in. Looking both ways before pulling out onto the main road, she began the normal route she took home every single day. The best thing about the location of their newly built home was how centrally located it was to everything within the town but yet hidden away in a nice community that allowed them to block out the world at times.
"Stop it. The girls love their sponge friend. Anyways, I got your favorite red wine for tomorrow night safely tucked away. And just think, I'll be home soon and we can turn on Sinatra and have the girls out in the backyard in no-."
Just like that. In the middle of a sentence. In a second, it was all over. The sound was so loud that everything went silent in a matter of seconds as her body fought against the impact of the other car crashing into her own. What seemed like hours of being thrown around only lasted less than thirty seconds. The vehicle that was advertised as strong and durable now upside down on the side of the road.
She was in and out of consciousness throughout her period trapped in the seat by the material of the seatbelt that had now burned into her tanned skin. Flashes of paramedics, the jaws of life, and ambulances seemed almost like some sort of hallucination. It was not until the gurney was rattling against the hospital floor did she understand what was happening. The wind from the doctors running down the hospital hitting her exposed open skin and causing everything to burn while brown hues fluttered, doing best to stay open but failing.
She could make out the faces hovering over her at times. There was a doctor with a bright white jacket, embroidered with his qualifications near the pocket. There were two female nurses with patterned scrubs on, obeying every order the man barked at the time within a matter of seconds. And then there was a police officer, who had ridden with her on the ambulance from the scene of the crash to the hospital. Jennifer did her best to focus on the face, giving it all her energy for the blurriness to clear for a moment. The brunette felt the air slip from her lungs at the identification and moved her hand weakly around for the man. The man whom she had grown up with and protected throughout the years. The man who was her younger brother, Frankie.
"Don't worry, Jen. You're going to be just fine, alright? I've called Ma and Kirsten and they are coming, alright?" Frankie spoke loud and clear, all while having a gut feeling that the brunette was unable to comprehend anything.
"This is as far as you can go, Officer. I'm sorry." One of the nurses pushed the man backwards as the gurney traveled through the double doors and into the restricted area of the hospital where swarms of people now flocked around Jennifer's body.
Brown hues flicked back and forth as she tried to take in everything that happening, trying to listen for what they were doing to her while remaining calm. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was not supposed to be in the hospital in critical condition. Jennifer was supposed to be at home with her wife and two children, enjoying family time and telling them how much she loved them.
"Her pulse is dropping!" Words echoed out as her eyes fluttered shut and she slipped back into the silent state of pitch black.
"No, I'll be out in a second with her. Just pull the car up front." Jennifer confirmed directions with her wife before hanging up her cell phone quickly. Was there something wrong she had done in her former life to deserve this? That had to be the only explanation for the events that seemed to play out in her life. Her children had been raised with proper manners and to always do the right thing. Violence was never the answer, it was something the couple had always believed in. It was why they never used physical punishment. But low and behold, this morning she was called at work to come pick up their oldest from school for hitting another student. Walking into the office of the elementary school, Jennifer gave the secretary an apologetic look only to receive a point of direction with fingers. After having a quiet and accusatory meeting with the principal, Jennifer was ninety-nine percent positive that the only reason her daughter had not been expelled was for the random connections her wife had. When she rounded the corner of the office, her heels stopped in place seeing her oldest sitting quietly with her head hung low. "Hello, little love." The brunette whispered softly as she moved to kneel down in front of the kindergartener and tucked her hair behind her ears. As frustrated as she was about the situation at hand, her daughter was physically more upset. There had to be more to the story than what the principal had simply read from the accident report. Her daughter was a sweet loving little girl who was nice to everyone and everything she came into contact with. "No tears, my darling." Looking around at the setting they were in, she could tell they had left her child to sit there and think about the actions she had taken. Strapping the pink backpack over her shoulder, Jennifer took the toddler into her arms and moved towards the front door. Once they were outside, she found a bench sitting directly in the nice sunlight and sat down. "What happened, baby?" She asked quietly, wiping the tears away on the flushed cheeks. "You and Momma will be mad." Sutton whispered quietly, shaking her head. "What if I pinky promise you that neither of us will be mad? Hmm? We just want to know why you are so sad. We don't like it when your upset, love bug." Sutton took a moment to collect herself and shrugged her shoulders. "Allie was saying mean things about you and Momma." Jennifer felt her eyebrows arch as she ran her fingers through the child's long hair and glanced towards the car where her wife was nearly pressed against the window. "Mean things? Like what?" She asked softly. "She... She said that you all were going to a bad place because you were married." Sutton said through tears before finally looking up at the woman. "I told her it was not true! But she kept yelling it and she pushed me... And... And when I pushed her she fell down and got a boo boo." Jennifer nodded her head and listened closely, already knowing where the story was going which made her even more quick to react. "Oh, it's okay, Sutton. It's okay. Me and Mommy aren't going anywhere bad, you know why? Because we aren't doing anything wrong. Just some people didn't learn that." "They didn't?" The toddler asked while sniffling her nose. "No, and that's why it's our job to teach them! People say stuff like that to me and Momma all the time, but we don't get mad. And you know what? Sometimes people just don't want to learn! But it's okay, because we forgive them. And we love them anyway." Jennifer pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "And you know what? If they don't like us, we don't have to be their friend. We just have to smile and ignore the mean things they say because you know what?" She leaned down to look into her eyes. "Sticks and stones..." "May break my bones but words will never hurt me." Sutton finished with a small smile before throwing herself into a hug. "That's my girl." Jennifer whispered, standing to her feet and walking to the car where her wife now stood with the back door open, awaiting to put their oldest in the car seat.
K,
It’s been ten long months since our babies have interacted. I might cry when this starter is posted. I’m so happy.
xo,
J
