Jade is a man of restraint. He is a man of control, of carefully concealed emotions hidden behind a smiling face and a pair of glasses.
Her fingers dig into his back as he places gentle nips up and down her neck, one hand stroking her cheek and the other hand stroking the outside of her thigh.
He doesn't let his emotions get the better of him; oh, sure, sometimes there are slip ups, brief moments when his mask cracks and his feelings flare out, but very rarely. Jade is usually a very composed man; always smiling, always unreadable.
He likes it better that way.
Tear gasps sharply, unconsciously spreading her legs ever so further apart. Jade pushes her harder against the wall as his fingers crawl up her skirt.
So, since Jade is composed, so in control, so utterly unshakeable, he reasons he should be able to just walk away now, to take his lips off her neck and his hand out from under her skirt and just leave, just pretend nothing ever happened.
She bites her lip to keep quiet and presses her fingers harder into his shoulders as his fingers toy with the waistband of her panties, just barely pulling them lower, driving her mad.
She's sixteen, he tells himself over and over again. He's more than double her age. So they should stop before it goes any farther, before they get in any deeper than they already are, before—
"J-Jade!" she finally moans, writhing against him.
And that's all it takes for Jade to lose all control, to crush his lips harshly against hers and pull her panties down past her hips before diverging her from the rest of her clothes.
Jade is a man of restraint. He is a man of control, of carefully concealed emotions hidden behind a smiling face and a pair of glasses.
But sometimes, even Jade can't restrain himself. And sometimes, he's just fine with that.
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Tales of the Abyss seriously needs a section. Like, now.