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@socialitewedded said: “I’ve got you” 🙃

“I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

Jessica’s voice is hoarse. Introspective. The feeling of Martin’s hands on her is familiar. Sharing a bath isn’t precisely common for them, but they’ve done it before, when one of them was ill or injured. Or they were just too in love to let go. 

Which one is this? 

Her head lolls back against his shoulder. She is entirely boneless, not helping as Martin lifts her arm to scrub tacky blood from the crook of her elbow. She doesn’t react to the brush of his lips against cleaned skin. 

“Does it always?”

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@socialitewedded​ said: [A Phone Rings] “ did you get my present ? “

She is shaking. She is bloody. Some of it is hers. 

“You sick son of a bitch.” 

The police are on their way. They’ll want to know why she answered. They’ll want to know--but they’ll have decided. Blood pooling on her marble floor. No question of what she knew now. No matter what the video will show. 

Blood on her hands. All those years of maintaining her innocence. The children. God. What will they think of her now? What will the world think of them? No. She won’t cry. Not yet. 

“I should have let her kill me just to spite you.”

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what was mine was yours. what was yours was mine. blood stains. blood dries. blood--transfers

quick lil j&m aesthetic for my hardworking other half @socialitewedded do not reblog unless you’re a roleplay partner

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@socialitewedded and I should Probably Cease

Being rich and paranoid often go together. Jessica has always had kidnapping insurance and bodyguards. She learned to shoot a gun while still in pigtails. The point is this: when she stirs awake and realizes something is wrong, Jessica pauses. Takes stock. 

This should never have happened. She’s far from unprepared.

She’s too warm. There’s a heavy arm wrapped around her, a hand resting possessively on her abdomen. Her stomach rolls. Quick as she can, Jessica lunges for the pepper spray in her nightstand, her other hand slapping at the panic button around her neck--

            --only to find it gone. 

The smell hits her, then, and she’s gagging even as she tries to get to her feet. She’s fired men for wearing that cologne. And this is a nightmare. Too much time worrying about Malcolm, too much Ambien. 

Bad trips have always reminded her of Martin.

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@socialitewedded​ from [x]

For a moment, everything was silent. Not still. Not with Martin’s lips moving against hers like the years since he’d had the right to practice had never happened. For a moment. Then Jessica jerked away, the scrape of her heels against concrete arrhythmic as she  nearly stumbled. 

He could never love.

“No ego”, Jessica scoffed, trying to hide the way she shook under practiced patter. The rattle of him reaching the end of his (literal) tether was reassuring. Her eyes darted down, and the reminder seemed to put her on slightly more stable ground.

“You--you are the biggest narcissist I know, and I grew up attending parties with the Nixons. Are you finished?”

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@socialitewedded​ from [x]

“By all means, continue to give my lawyer ammunition if you plan to insist on drawing this out.” 

Jessica drums her fingers against the table. Her stomach is a tangled knot of emotions she can’t begin to untangle. The children are waiting at home. It’s easiest to be angry. And she is angry. Anger so selfish it makes her sick. 

Kaitlin, Lisa, Cassie. And look what you did to us.

“I just thought you had better taste than little sluts who want to spread their legs for serial killers for a cheap thrill or because daddy never loved them. I suppose there aren’t many options where you’re rotting.” 

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@socialitewedded​ from [x]

Decades later, Jessica will wonder if it would have made a difference if she’d remembered this moment. Martin, drunk and leering. His suit a touch too cheap. His tie coming undone. Herself in sparkling white. Unsullied, though she’d considered the thought hilarious then.

At the time, she only smiles. Over Martin’s head, she makes seeking eye contact with one of her two escorts for the evening. They’re both dancing, but it’s not as though she’s unsafe. One of them will merely come extricate her when the song ends. In the meantime....

“Thank you, Mister Whitly. It’s always a pleasure to meet my parents’--” charity cases, Jessica thinks, gracefully pulling the champagne bottle from his hand. “--recipients. And I actually am thirsty.”

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@socialitewedded​ said: “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for something like you?”

“Something?”

Jessica smiles like a lightning strike, lingering mostly in the aftereffects. Setting things to smolder. Oh, she’s a perfect lady about it, but she’s well-practiced at making her displeasure known without allowance for causing obvious offense. 

“Well, Mr. Whitly, at least you’re up front about it. Absolutely, tell me about your wait.”