MURDER SHE WROTE

she's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; she is a woman, therefore to be won.               -- william shakespeare -- SHE EMERGED LIKE INCENSE, AND I SWAYED IN THE SCENT OF HER SHY AND INTIMATE TASTE.

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

- Are they really that easy to come by? I would have thought it’d be harder to find someone well off enough to count as a sugar daddy. - I don’t like the term “sugar baby” but.. I guess, yeah. She helped me through college. - Is that so? Maybe I’ll work towards earning a little more.

- the economy isn’t that bad for 2 percenters. 

- I mean, who knows if they actually are living the lifestyle they say they are, or just in spurts for events and social media, but if the check clears, who am I to snoop?

- if it makes money like a sugar baby, and is hot enough to be a sugar baby - it is, a sugar baby. unless you had feelings for her...- then it’s just a mess. 

- trying to see me topless, officer? It’s a sight that will cost you two pictures. one of officer dumpy, and one of you. topless. 

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

- How many have you had? - No, it’s definitely chump change. I wish it was fake news. - He’s a good guy, he just let himself go. And doesn’t pay attention when he’s snacking. - Maybe I’ll try to sneak you a pic next time, but I’m not going to publicly embarrass him by going all paparazzi 

- Like, two, on to number three right now. Or at least, he’s showing potential to be number three. Ever been one? Or, the sugar baby?

- No wonder you guys can be a tough crowd. 

- And to think I would have showed you my tits if you would, but I’ll settle for one sneaky pic. Maybe you’ll still see some nip. 

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

“It seems you’ve figured me out,” Noah replied with a light chuckle. It was true, really, that the King would take as much time as he could from her. The only thing stopping him from doing just that was the fact that they would no longer be a secret. People would come looking for them, word would get out, and he’d have to cut back on his time with her, if not stop seeing her entirely. And that’s certainly not something he wants to do. There’s quite a long list of things the King wants to do with this young woman, and he’d need all the stolen moments he could take in order to mark them off of his list.  He was surprised when she stopped him, and he watched her closely. He had only been teasing her, but he was in no position to stop her from speaking, as he did quite enjoy the sound of her voice - it was like bells on a quiet spring morning and he cherished every syllable. It wasn’t long before his mind was preoccupied by the way her teeth tugged at her bottom lip and his gaze stayed on her mouth for as long as it was captured there, his thoughts wandering. Oh, how he’d love to be the one toying with her bottom lip, how he hungered for his lips to glide against hers and for his tongue to dance so easily with her own. He was so caught up that he almost hadn’t fully comprehended what she said, until her small, delicate hand rested on his broad chest. A smile tugged at his lips and his hand reached to rest upon her shoulder, thumb brushing along the fabric of her dress, longing for it to be the warmth of her skin. “Oh, sweet Jasmine,” he said quietly, his smile softening as he watched her. He valued her words - it wasn’t often that a king got to hear how he was thought of. Well, at least in truth, anyway, and he didn’t see how the woman before him could be telling any lie. She was so genuine. “Hopefully I live up to what people say of me.” He gives her shoulder a soft squeeze before his hand falls back to his side. “And I’m in no place to instruct ladies such as yourself on what you should speak of in your free time. Though, I would like to insist that this -” he emphasized the word, referring to the two of them, together “ - be our little secret for now, hm?”

Jasmine was almost disappointed all he squeezed was her shoulder. Scandalous, she knew, but she couldn’t help her thoughts, and the more time they spent alone, she took refuge in the fact that they were no one else’s but her own. Like, the thought, of what it would feel like if he placed his hands on her waist, squeezing there, and possibly, even on her behind. Thank goodness being a woman of the court she was partial to keeping her face trained in a light, neutral expression, or the lack of virtue that was spamming her mind might have bloomed onto her cheeks in a fiery red blush. Although, while she didn’t blush, her skin did boil with heat from the sinful thoughts that were continuously flowing in a stream. “Of course,” she said, the faintest trace of breathlessness in her tone. 

She turned back to his side, beginning their walk again hoping it would cool her off. And luckily, as they continued further into the path, where the trees thickened, and the forest began to envelop them and the creek was near, the settle whisper of the wind did just that. When they neared the waters, standing on top of the small slope down to the water, she looked up at Noah, shyly. “Sire, may we...” she trailed on, her voice shaky with unsureness as she motioned to the water with her head. It was a hot summer day, and Jasmine had always loved the water. She sometimes shed her dresses with her sisters and took dips into the lake near their home. She could spend hours, if they had the excuse to permit such a thing, wading in the water. And while she knew she couldn’t simply shed her dresses to something as thin, and nimble, as her slip to take a dip with the king, just dipping her toes in seemed so enticing in the moment. At points like these, when manners, class, and everything else that came with being a lady in their society, seemed to be tossed to the wind when she was so close to her king. Chestnut hues peaked up at him, her full lips hitching upwards at the corner in a small smile, “I know it’s a lot to ask, and quite unlady like, it’s just been so long since I’ve even touched the water, it seems.”  She finally looked up at him, bashful, and apologetic for her request, but even then, hopeful he wouldn’t turn her down. 

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

- Well as long as you’re good for now, I guess that works. - Ya know, if you’re short maybe I could help you out a little bit. - Hey, Harvey tries his best!  - Though he was walking around the station this morning with jam all over the front of his shirt. Probably should have told him, but i didn’t have the heart…

- No, you can’t. I’m not gonna treat you like my sugar daddy, as sweet as that is, and with how many I’ve had.

- My momma and I will hustle our way to paid bills. Plus, don’t cops get paid chump change, or is that #fakenews they tell us to try and make us feel for them.

- Harvey’s best should have him on some sort of ‘special’ police force that’s the equivalent of the special olympics.

- Didn’t have the heart, or had the heart to be a little cruel and laugh at his expense? Let’s go with the latter, and next time, take a photo so I can do what you can’t - be entertained by his short comings.

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

- Sure am. Just got home. Free for a bit? 

- Ya, now that I’m done cussing out Comcast about our internet being out for two days (they had the nerve to shut if off because we’re 400 bucks behind on payment) I’m free for a bit. How’s the pigsty?

[ladyjasmine]

-- Chirp, chirp, birdie, you around?

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

The king watched her carefully, taking perhaps a little too much joy in the way her gaze trailed along his form. It was obvious to him - or perhaps it was simply his hopeful heart playing tricks on him. The way she had spoken led him to believe he’d be turned down, though the longer the pause lasted, the more he knew her resolve was fading. Strong willed women were his favorites as they tended to lead the best chase, but there was something satisfying in watching the way her will would crumble in his presence. His lips quirk upwards in a smile when she accepted and he was quick to offer his arm. Even through layers of clothing, her touch brings with it a spread of warmth over his skin - a feeling he had come to almost crave from the woman. He had a passel of ladies at his beck and call on a regular basis, and they all had their charms, but Jasmine seemed to be the only one he had this sort of reaction to, and he couldn’t help but wonder how much more he’d crave her when she’d finally give in to her own desires - ones he knew she had. No one looked at a man quite like that with pure thoughts. “I wouldn’t dream of taking up too much of your time, my lady,” the man responded, reaching a hand over to pat hers. He began walking with her, slow steps so as not to make her rush to keep up. They kept tucked away to the side, where hopefully not too many curious eyes would see them. While the man didn’t particular care in most circumstances, Jasmine was something special that he wanted to keep to himself. She was his sweet little secret. “Though I certainly hope you and the rest of the ladies don’t go around speaking of your king in such a manner,” he chided teasingly, his smile turning playful as he looked down to her. While his unfaithfulness wasn’t entirely a secret, it wasn’t something that was discussed, and he quite liked to keep it that way. 

“I highly doubt that, sire, I think you would take as much as she could.” She stated boldly; eyeing him with faux disapproval before it relaxed into an amorous sparkle in her eyes. She was slightly stunned by his hand over hers for that brief moment. Not only was it a stark contrast to her brown skin, but it was far larger in size. It made her think of some of the ladies and kitchen talk her over-eager ears refused to tune out; big hands meant big..... - Oh no, she could not, and would not let her thoughts finish such a blasphemous statement. But while she could mute her thoughts, her body couldn’t be derailed from the warm heat that brushed against nipples compressed against her corset, and lips between her legs that were suddenly struck with wanton tremblings. 

"Never,” she said quickly, looking up at him and stopping them in their tracks. She was terrified she might have crossed the line, because well, they did. While she never participated in such things, she never steered away from the conversations - what could she say? She was intrigued by gossip (in general) but especially about him. “I mean...” she took a deep breath, “well...maybe a little, but it never comes from a place of cruelty, Sire.” Wide eyes look to him skeptically and her teeth snatched her bottom lip into her mouth, toying with it as she tried to calm her thoughts and gather her words. “We’re woman with fickle minds and little to do, and just as much as you can’t help how handsome you are, we can’t help but to talk about it.” Her bottom lip slid from the confines of her teeth as her lips parted into a small smile. Jasmine took a step forward, her hand not wrapped around his bicep rested on his strong chest, fully looking at him now. “I don’t think anyone has a bad word to say about you in this kingdom. You’re a great King, and the respect the people have towards you isn’t only because of force, because you are deserving of it, Sire.” She smiled gently, every word was genuine, coming from a place of truth. 

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

When Noah had agreed to let Jasmine come to the castle, he had never expected to be so captivated by her. He thought he was simply doing a favor for a friend, a trusted adviser, by allowing the ladies of court to take the girl under their wings and teach her to quell her rebellious spirit. The moment he had set eyes on her, however, all hope was lost on him allowing her to simply move about the castle on her own. He wanted her, and when the king wanted something, he got it. Whether it be a new steed, some lavish new furnishings, or a girl with beautifully plump lips who seemed hell bent on leading him along this chase - the man had ways of getting exactly what he wanted.

While her words carried with them a sense of duty, the ghost of the smile that danced along her lips gave him the shimmer of hope he needed to continue to pursue her. “Well it just so happens that my wife isn’t due back from her little adventure until this evening,” the king replied, the grin he wore only seeming to grow. Sure, the counsel stumbling upon them was a real threat, but it’s not as though it would be the first time one of them caught the king red handed. He was deeply unhappy in his marriage and had been since the day they took their vows - this is how he managed to stay sane. Had his wife been the only woman to keep him company, he wasn’t sure he’d be as personable as he was now - if he could even be considered that at all. 

“And I happen to know that an audience with the King is highly sought after, so I’m sure you wouldn’t be missed too terribly if I stole you away for a walk?”

      “I guess being a King one is naturally bricky,” she mused flirtatiously. Her eyes flickered towards him, potent with just as much playfulness as the quirk to her lips. It was soon quelled by a ping-pong of thoughts, though. It was entirely un-lady like to be seen alone with a man, let alone a married one - King or not. It was asking for trouble like rumors, her heart doing that rambunctious flip-flop when she daydreamed about him, daydreaming about him. Then there was the way her skin itched to be touched by him; to be prickled with unabashed need she couldn’t possibly express to him, even if she could find the words. “Sire…” she whispered, all flirtation mute from her tone. Instead, it rung with the foreshadowing of inevitable rejection - for the good of both of them.

Her dark eyes wandered to him, but because of his massive frame towering over her, her eyes naturally looked to his physique, rather than his face. She couldn’t help it, but her eyes were doing a leisurely trek up his body. Jasmine’s valid reasons to reject him dissipating with each inch her hues inched up. “I…” this time it wasn’t a whisper, but a breathless huff of air. Her tone voicing a change of heart, rather than the ease into an imminent rebuke of his request. By the time she got to his jaw-line and the soft plane of his lips, her voice had a mind of it’s own, and said, “a walk sounds lovely, Sire.” 

She said it as she gazed at his lips, and it took a moment of lingering before she directed her eyes elsewhere - suddenly, and all at once - when she realized what she was doing. She thanked the kind God in the sky for her dark complexion to hide the blush rippling through her dopey cheeks. “But not too far, colloquy chatter doesn’t take all day. And I’m sure your mistresses will be missing your absence, we don’t want that, now.” The gaiety returned to her voice as her fingers wrapped around his broad bicep. She didn’t dare look at him, it was obvious at this point she couldn’t trust her words when she was gazing upon her king.  

[ladyjasmine]

thingsforalex:

@ladyjasmine

It never took Noah very long to find her - whether that was due to luck, perhaps magnetism, or just sheer luck, he wasn’t sure but he was in no place to question it. He was working hard enough to win her favor, and he didn’t want to work harder than necessary. The king stood and watched her from afar for a few moments, waiting until such a time as she was alone, with none of the other ladies within earshot. While his pursuits were generally never very secretive, there was something about Jasmine that made him want to be discreet - perhaps it the desire to have her all to himself. Perhaps it was the endearing shyness and naivete.

He took the first chance he could, taking long and quick strides across the gardens until he was by her side, strong hand lightly gripping her arm to pull her behind a hedge. A grin split across his lips as he peeked around, making sure the coast was clear. “You’ve been busy today,” he commented with a quiet chuckle, handing her the single red rose he had been holding behind his back. “Can you spare a moment for an admirer?”

Noah made things very hard for Jasmine. Not just because he was king, but because he was a handsome, charismatic king. His height overwhelmed her petite frame when they were huddled in a private crook of the castle. His eyes bore into hers, prodding for submission, and every time she felt her weariness and wall of stubbornness chink away.  Everything about him was overwhelming, and for a girl who spent days daydreaming about something in life capturing her - not peaking her interest, or barely brushing the surface of interesting - but overpowering her mind, body, and senses; here he was, and she was running. Because it was one thing to daydream behind the confines of your mind, but it was one thing for it to become a reality.

Jasmine could feel him, before she even saw him. It was as if his mere presence was one by one awakening her senses, and conjuring her heart from the steady beat it lulled in, to thumping against her chest barred and bustling over the fabric of her tight dress. She didn’t speed up, like she should have, but ever so slightly, slowed her footsteps. And just like that, she was being whisked behind a hedge, and her right mind was being capsized by the one consumed by him. “I’m a lady, of course I’ve been busy,” doing nothing, she thought. The moment her dark brown eyes spotted his grin, her defiant demeanor softened. Her full lips peaked into the ghost of a smile as she timidly took the rose from his hands. She continued to look at him, avoiding his eyes, “I can always spare a moment for my King.” She answered, blaming his status for her willingness to spare all of these moments for him, and not what it actually was - him, that tempted her to break all the rules, and sacrifice her virginity, dignity, and good name, to just have a piece of him. 

“But not for long, sire,” she straightened up a bit, clearing her throat so the faux confident edge weaseled it’s way back into it, “we wouldn’t want your wife to come hunting for you, or someone from the counsel.” 

[suffewingwesbian]

bwocked. bwocked. bwocked. nyone of you awe fwee of sin