Hmmm. My first finished Jori fic...I don't really know what I think about it. It's short. Oh well.
Established relationship. Future fic. Jori.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, don't own, blah.
I sit at my desk reading over the manuscript of my girlfriend's newest play. It is late and I am idly braiding my hair while my eyes examine the page. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms circle my waist. Her chest presses into my back and her chin rests on my shoulder.
"What do you think?" Her breath is hot on my neck. I shiver involuntarily. I can feel her smile.
"It's wonderful." My breath hitches.
"She," Her right arm leaves my waist and her index finger lands on a name; Catherine, "is inspired by you."
"She dies first!" I cry out indignantly.
"You know nothing of horror films; the pretty one always dies first." She purrs into my neck and her tongue flicks over a tender spot. I lean further back into her embrace.
"Thanks, I think, and I guess it could be worse. There are more terrible ways to die rather than being shot." I reply shrugging slightly. She pauses her sucking on my neck.
"Well, the killer was madly in love with the girl." She flips a few pages and points to a new section. I lean forward and I see that the killer truly did have an unhealthy obsession with the girl.
"Catherine was Isabelle's lover, but she had to leave and go to college. Isabelle wasn't happy that she made all these new friends. Especially Ben, Ben was the worst friend for Catherine. At least that's what Isabelle thought, and what she thinks is all that matters." She whispers into my ear. She's got her hands in my pajama pants and she's teasing me through the thin fabric of my panties.
"I hate how you get off on this kind of shit." I grit my teeth as she moves aside my underwear.
"Tsk tsk. Language." She pushes into me. I suck in a breath and arch my back.
"You obviously get off on it too, you're so wet." She blows on my ear and moves her fingers in me slowly. I grip the desk in front of me.
"Well every time I read some horror thing." I bite my tongue when she hits a sensitive spot and curse quietly. "You do this to me. It's like you're training me." My voice is husky. She chuckles in my ear and her chest vibrates against my back.
"Don't deny it, you like it." She bites into the fragile skin of my neck.
"Fuck." I ground out, I do like it.
"You love it." She whispers her fingers speeding up, curling inside of me. I'm breathing heavily now, nearly panting. And then she's gone and I'm whimpering her name. She hooks her arm under my knees and back and lifts me up.
"I think you've read enough tonight." She sneers down at me. Deep in my belly the fire is still burning and I pull her head to mine and push our lips together. She moans and smiles against my lips.
"I love you Tori." Her breath sails over my cheek. I move my lips next to her ear and whisper, "I love you too Jade."
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