Kriem hummed a small appreciative sound along with the song bouncing through the earbuds connected to her player. It suited her mood.
"There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around~" the hard beat almost mimicked her pulse and thought-rate. She couldn't focus on one single thing! She frowned then, remembering why Jake had left her 'at home' while he went out to stalk around for more information on 'Mission Heroes'.
'Hormones.' She blamed silently, huffing ever so softly. P.M.S. had her body craving things. She was giddy and antsy and wired most of the time, sprinkled with spells of spontaneous exhaustion.
While she felt so inclined, Kriem decided to tackle cleaning. Candy wrappers littered the oddest places! In-between diagonally tilted books on the bookshelves, under the coffee table instead of on it. At one point, she felt the confused look actually cross her face in silent askance when her gloved hand plucked one of the lollipop wrappers from his sock drawer. The brunette thought she'd gotten all of them, only to find more during her laundry task. Where does he get all of these?
When she was finally satisfied that she wouldn't be smothered by cellophane and waxed paper in her sleep, Kriem turned to dusting. Jake had moved them recently, so there wasn't an unbelievable amount of the particles everywhere—good news for her nose!—but she felt compelled to banish the unclean bits from their (her heart fluttered), however temporary, home.
Her hips tried to follow the pace of the music that had changed a few times while she dusted here and there on her way to the kitchen. Maybe a vegetable stew for supper? One ill-fated swing of her dust rag connected with a tin canister that she had never thought to look into since she'd first come home with him. It happened in slow motion, toppling to the floor with a bouncing clanks and thunks, spilling its contents across the newly vacuumed carpet of the living room (and swept floor of the kitchen).
Oh, she sighed in relief. Nothing's broken.
"Ooh~" Kriem uttered, delighted. Bright, small lollipops everywhere! They really were very pretty, all shiny in their plastic wrap.
It was like a forbidden rainbow. A shudder passed through Kriem's body, immediately thinking of Jake. Her hormones spiked. Surely he wouldn't miss one of them…
Three minutes later Kriem had replaced the canister to its proper place, candy included.
Well, she fingered a hidden strawberry sucker in her vest pocket. Mostly included.
Later, exhaustion wrapped itself around her thinly at first, and then layered on, insisting she sit down. Or, more preferably, take a nap! Bored and grumpy now, she refused to the nap because she had Jake's favorite soup simmering on the stove (opting for it instead of her craving for veggies in broth).
Instead, she flopped down in 'her' recliner, sideways.
"Ow." She pouted. Something poked her in the stomach! Investigating rewarded her with the forgotten lollipop. Guilt, joy, and a darker thrill of having something that wasn't technically hers washed over her shoulder blades. She really should put it back. But….she wanted it. Her mouth watered and she sighed. Really, she'd been overeating all day yesterday, so she argued with herself that she shouldn't have the treat that might or might not be destined for Mr. Jake's mouth….his…mou-
That was the clincher. Unable to convince herself to get up, she stuffed the plastic wrapper under the cushion of her seat. A part of her brain nagged at her that she was turning into her caretaker. She shushed the little voice up with a delighted hnmmm when the strawberry candy met her tongue.
Jake was tired, the different voices in his head were arguing over which activity would be more satisfying when he got through the door. Hole up in my room or throw back a drink? He jingled his keys once in the hallway in an unconscious 'Honey, I'm home~' sort of way. He made himself open up the mind wave to get a sense of Kriem's mood.
"She's been acting crazy." He groaned to himself.
What greeted his mis ears has his house-key slipping on the lock, eyes widening slightly in shock.
'Mmm, across the tip again. Swirl it just there.' The words whispered through her head and he'd just heard them. Whispering meant she wasn't thinking them straight out, it was just suggestions her instincts were playing on. He should not be hearing this! ('Slide it further back, right there!') She shouldn't even HAVE these instincts for suggestions to grow and filter through her brain in the first place!
Agitated, he threw the apartment door open, letting it bang loud in the quietness that wasn't so quiet when Kriem's MIND was instincting her to do things with whatever was in her MOUTH! 'Is that my—'('Suck..') AGGGHHHH!'
She actually squeaked and sat up straight and forward in her chair.
Her ears hearing Mr. Jake's heaving breaths, her eyes watching his chest rise and fall just as erratically (again a section of her brain, way in the back, kicked to life and started emitting warm fuzzies through her system). Her tongue was still wrapped around her stolen treat, reminding her why she also felt increasingly guilty as he stalked over, baring his teeth and towering closer and closer…
His eyes looked like fire, and gave her the impression of his temper being equally hot. Slowly, (with great effort, which surprised him) he gripped the white stick between her lips and slid it out of her mouth. The wet pop that it made did things to both of them. Jake denied it heartily, while Kriem shuddered, not knowing what the hell was going on. Where was the yelling? The splinter outburst that she was expecting about taking what wasn't hers?
A little more shaken that he'd ever admit, Jake grunted and gave her a look. His eyes going back to their normal color, he shoved the almost forgotten sucker in his mouth and clenched his teeth around the stick in an effort to ignore….this.
"Call me when supper's done." He gritted out before stomping all the way to his room and slamming the door.
Kriem was still perched on the edge of her seat when she heard his shower start and numbly got up to check how the soup was coming along.
Well that was just….. she sighed long and shakily, not knowing how to finish it.
In the shower, Jake's tongue flicked over the strawberry orb on a stick. Tasting her mouth along with it.
Okay, so it didn't usually bother him that he didn't get laid regularly. (Because that is totally what's he's blaming for the boner he's afflicted with right now.) Anytime the mood struck him, he'd go in search of a fun night. Naturally charismatic, he had a lot of luck, and the added manipulative aspect of him reading every little thought didn't hurt his chances either. The girls actually liked the eye thing too.
But Kriem was stirring him up without his permission, damnit! He was the one that started or stopped anything in his world. He had the power to shape the way people lived! Being so out of control was kind of new. And by a CHILD, no less, well, mostly a child. He was pretty sure she wasn't legal yet. Not that had technically stopped him before. Because before, he'd never asked ages, or last names, or even phone numbers. He was just there and gone, not caring about them afterward.
But this kid, he looked after. Sure, he'd noticed the looks and curious sexual tension hovering in the recesses of her mind. That was normal at her age….how old was she? His brain unhelpfully didn't give him a number.
He groaned again, perfectly picturing her wide, innocent, please-have-me-I-think-insanely-inappropriate-thoughts-about-you eyes. Thank everything sacred she hadn't gotten anything graphic into her brain yet! (His brain, now being ever so helpful, supplied him with many suggestive images). So far it was just the vague impressions of "Mr. Jake" associating with a fizzy yum inflection.
"Oh god." He hissed. He couldn't imagine that her parents had let her have access to anything, much less outlets like the internet or an allowance. Both would have spawned various avenues for her to feed her budding sexual curiosities.
Barely warm water gushed over his shoulders and down his spine as he leaned forward on one arm, involuntarily imagining Kriem discovering porn and sex toys.
"Fuuuuck." His dick was so hard from the unaware horny teenager in the other room and the sheer amount of time it had been since his last tryst. Looking down, a bit disgusted with his lack of control of his body, Jake stroked himself unhurriedly.
Maybe if he just satisfied his body's thirst for contact and stopped there, he wouldn't have to stay awake at night deliberating over his …..morals, deteriorating morals. Bat-shit crazy as people usually thought he was, you didn't try to change the world without having a few scruples. And the ones that bothered you, the ones that you actually had to work through when life was scraping you against the grain of your ethics, those really sucked. Jake liked sleeeeep.
But no, that wasn't working. He desperately watched his hand work, trying to remember the last woman he'd been with. Wasn't it a needy red-head, so eager to please….went down on him. That would have been alright, if she wasn't constantly thinking 'Is this good, like that?' And then saying it aloud. He'd gotten through by severing the mind link and closing his eyes, opting for his own imagination.
…Shit, that wasn't doing much. Brain kicked in, replacing Ginger with Kriem. Immediate results! NO!Jake crushed his eyelids together to try and force those wide, dark eyes away.
Agggh! But it was the eyes that kept drawing him back in. No one had eyes like her. They'd changed so much since he'd taken her home with him. He actually got a kick out of deciphering new emotions in them, watching new expressions flicker. He would purposefully goad her, tease, rile her up. Just to watch them.
He accidentally reached for her through the walls and found her curious about how absolutely tingley she was. And why the pressure on certain parts of her tongue made her tummy warm.
'Oh, well that's just magnificent and unfair!' Jake licked his blue lips and pressed them together in concentration. So frustrated it was uncomfortable now, he shoved part of his brain back so that it would stop guilting him to death. His hand worked quicker.
What had her brain urged her to do? Imagining the length in his hand in her mouth instead of the sucker (long since dissolved in his mouth, now the stick suffered his clenching teeth), he'd press the head to that spot close to the back of her tongue. Right in the middle, and god she'd moan around him.
He hissed. And press her tongue along the bottom, tracing veins as she pulled back…damn, his brain worked fine now, on a roll….swirling the sensitive tip around his swollen head, licking at the slit there, tasting, enjoying.
Oh, he'd know. Reading her mind the whole time, he'd know exactly….he bit his bottom lip hard, climbing toward climax.
Her painted lips softly down one side, kissing heatedly at the base. "…Jake." She'd murmur, heady and enticed by the new fun. Seduced.
And he'd get to teach her all of it? His brain piped up in question, even as his blood began to overheat. A little more.
"Jake," she'd whisper it again to get his attention. And of course, he'd look down. Into those fucking eyes. Then his dick would disappear all the way to the hilt while those dark irises asked him if she was doing it right, if this was good.
To which Jake promptly emptied himself onto the shower floor, toes curling, leaning against the wall in front of him, and biting his fist to keep from getting too loud.