HELLO AGAIN | TASHA & JEM
TASHA: What was she thinking?! They were barely able to have a conversation without it turning sour on them. Couldn't she have taken that victory and lived to see another day when it would happen again? She never meant to rush him, to force the fire that still burned within her to catch him aflame, too, and yet it seemed like it was exactly her intention when her fingers closed around his wrist. Those peculiar eyes disappeared behind the veil of his lids as he, she could only imagine, counted the seconds before pulling away without it coming off as too rude. Tasha counted the seconds along with him, every moment that passed underlain with a beat of the song currently playing. It all felt like a game of 'he loves me, he loves me not,' she realized, her thoughts nearing hysteria. A second─ one, he loves me; two, he loves me not; three, he loves me, four─
Her name fell from his lips, rising from the deepest well of longing she found herself in, too, and wide-eyed and hopeful, she watched him close the distance between them. He loves me, he loves me? Interrupted, the thought remained unfinished, dangling in the breeze of her thoughts as they all skidded every which way when after years of dreaming about it, his lips finally collided with hers. Soft, full, tasting of alcohol and sugar, they easily found sync with her own again, and Tasha surrendered. The warmth of his palm brought back a rush of memories, the flame inside her licking merrily as their lips meshed, her tongue sweeping at the seam of his lips. Tasha, the caged bird, the frightened, shy girl who could never make the first move or stand her ground, was now a woman who had gone too long denying her heart what it wanted the most and it reflected in the desperate, hungry actions that followed. One hand reached up to the back of his neck, slipped into the dirty blonde hair, and the other snaked around his waist, hoping to keep him close for a moment more.
Jem hadn't seen much of who she became, and Tasha had learned that sometimes you had to grab what you want and take it, otherwise it would slip between your fingers into oblivion. So she took his kiss, his mouth, his touch, and responded in kind, wondering how greedy she could get before Jem remembered it was her he was kissing.
JEM: He was taken a back, and yet completely turned on, by the way Tasha handled him, her fingers entwining with his hair, her arm wrapped around his body, keeping him close. This was a Tasha he'd never seen before, someone she was slowly turning into during the demise of their relationship. Someone another man got to enjoy—but he didn't want to think about that right now. He just wanted to enjoy the moment, enjoy kissing the girl he once loved, still might love, might always love.
He turned it off, every single emotion that he could possibly feel in the moment. The anger, the love, the betrayal, the regret, the remorse, the pain, all of it. He tossed every emotion aside except one—desire.
He deepened the kiss, lips frantic against hers, teeth nibbling on her lower lip just gently enough to tease her. It wasn't something he'd ever done before with her; she always seemed too delicate for it. They had a different type of relationship, and it showed in the way he handled her in the bedroom. She wasn't just another girl that he'd toss aside in the morning like she meant nothing. But that was then, and this was now.
It wasn't until he was desperate for air that he broke his lips from her, only taking the opportunity to bring his mouth to hear ear. "Come with me," Jem commanded, his voice husky. She was free to deny him the pleasure he sought, but he hoped she wouldn't. He had a strong feeling she wouldn't, in fact. His hand found its way to his back and he took hers in his, linking their fingers together, but he didn't go anywhere until she signaled that she would follow.
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