Who's Seen Jezebel?
Disclaimer: not mine…
So um… first time writing a sex scene… it was interesting…
Part 2- Half as Tight as Both Our Eyes Closed
The incident on the fire escape did not happen again until the next week. Gabriel ducked outside after his mom left for Bible study and he found Jezebel standing there, watching him. Her eyes were roaming over his lean 17 year old body. The look on her face made his heart jump in his chest. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and that feeling of tightness returned to his Levi jeans. Gabriel took a step toward her, not daring to move any closer. He always was a little timid, the opposite of Jezebel. She took two steps and wrapped herself around him, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.
"Hold me, Gabe," was all she said. His arms snaked around her and held her tight. She placed a kiss on his jaw and he swallowed hard. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of her soft lips sweeping across the skin of his neck. By the time she got to his lips he was sure he'd gone insane. This kiss was different than the last; there was something in her that made him stop, which was not an easy task. He pulled her face from his and held it in place.
"Jez, what's wrong?" His eyes bore into hers, trying to figure her out, although he never could. She was the one person who remained a mystery to him.
"I love you, Gabriel. Do you love me too?" A tear slid down her cheek. Gabriel watched it slowly trace a line down the contour of her face and nestle in the corner of her mouth. He wanted it to go away, he hated it. He couldn't even answer her. Surely she knew he loved her, hadn't she seen? He'd loved her from the moment he met her, and she'd said his name. His words wouldn't come so he let his lips tell her. He kissed away the offending tear in the corner of her mouth, and he kissed away the others that followed. When her tongue added into the mix, he couldn't help himself. He turned, pressing her into the wall with his body. He needed to feel her tight against him. Jezebel let out a small moan as she felt a tell tale hardness against her thigh. She pulled on his neck, deepening the kiss until they both had to separate for air.
"Is your mom home?" she asked, her voice breathy and hoarse.
"No, why?" his response was a mere squeak and he cleared his throat in embarrassment. She didn't seem to notice. She just grabbed his hand, lacing her fingers through his and pulled him into his bedroom window.
She plopped onto his twin size bed, pulling him back to her lips. He settled himself onto her, careful not to put his whole weight down. He barely registered her moving so that he laid in between her thighs until she grinded her hips into his. He groaned against the skin of her neck, as she did it again. Jezebel's shaking fingers started unbuttoning Gabriel's shirt as he kissed under her jaw. When he noticed her pushing his shirt off his shoulders, Gabriel stopped her.
"Wait, Jez, wait." She looked up at him with a question in her eyes.
"What?" she purred in his ear. "Don't you want this?" she grinded her hips against his erection, eliciting an obvious response from him and making her smile.
"Oh, God," he strained to regain his composure. "I
think you know the answer to that."
"Then, what's the problem?" she pushed his shirt off and onto the floor, running her small hands across his chest. Puberty had been good to the once skinny, little kid. His chest was filling out very nicely and already had a light dusting of fine hair across the breastbone. Her fingers slipped down below his belly button and tickled the hair above the waistband of his jeans.
"It's very sudden, isn't it? Don't you want to wait?" he almost couldn't believe what he was saying. Why couldn't he just shut up and let her continue? Because something was wrong, he just knew it. She was not herself right now and he didn't know why and that killed him. He needed to figure out what was going on, he needed to fix it. She stopped teasing him and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Gabe, stop it," she said softly.
"Stop what?"
"Stop trying to fix me." She breathed, focusing her attention on his chin, anything but those eyes. "Sometimes, people are just broken, and they can't get better." Gabriel held her face in his hand, and directed her to look him in the eye.
"You are not broken." He said with such certainty she almost believed him. She turned her face away; she was not going to cry in front of him. She couldn't. He shook his head and opened his mouth to say something before he noticed a mark on her shoulder. He pulled her shirt aside before she could cover it. A dark purple bruise stained her milky skin. She yanked her shirt away from him and moved to sit up, but he refused to budge, holding her down with the weight of his body.
"What the hell is that?" he growled. "Was it your stepdad?"
She'd never seen him so angry, it made her nervous.
"Don't worry about it," she said hastily trying to change the subject. "Let's go watch T.V. I bet there's an old rerun of the Brady Bunch on right now."
"Answer me," he said firmly, once again taking her head in his hands. She felt so small against him now; she couldn't help but answer him.
"Yes, it was Steve. I mouthed off to him again. He pushed me into the wall." She spoke so softly he could barely hear her over the buzzing anger behind his ears.
"God, I'll kill him. That stupid son of a…" He was getting up. He was going to go next door and strangle the life out of the man that hurt his Jezebel.
"Gabe, no!" Her voice made him pause. She sat up and threw her arms around him once more.
"Don't leave me. I need you right now. There's nothing you can do to him now, his buddies from the precinct are with him, you can't go over there." He looked back at her face. She was scared. Jezebel was scared for him. He felt his face soften and his rage lessen as he relaxed into her embrace.
"Just stay with me." She pulled him back down to the bed with her, placing kisses on his face. "Just come back to me, come back to this," she brought his face back to hers, her lips barely a breath away from his. She could sense his anger subsiding. He was still breathing heavily, but for a different reason now as he pushed himself back between her legs and pressed his mouth to hers. He swept his tongue past her lips, making her moan and pull him own tighter against her body. His hands slipped under her shirt and she helped him take it off. The bright red bra she wore he'd seen before, but only on the floor of her bedroom. The color was striking against her pale skin. Gabriel fumbled with the clasp of her bra. She thought she'd have to help him, but his nimble fingers made quick work of the contraption and it was discarded to the floor with their shirts. He stared down at her for a moment. Looking at his face, Jezebel brought his hand up to cup one of her breasts. His eyes shot to hers for approval and she nodded ever so slightly. He gladly took the encouragement and gently squeezed. She gasped at the sensation and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans.
Gabriel felt himself close to overflowing, so many new sensations and feelings welling up within him. He was so happy in that moment. He was with her, not only were they just together, they were doing…
"What are we doing, Jezebel?" he asked, his lips grazing her collarbone on their way down. They tingled with the vibrations of her soft laughter.
"We took biology last year, Gabe. I'd hope it would be quite obvious." She unbuttoned his jeans and started on the zipper.
"I mean," he sighed, "are we going all the way here?"
"Do you want to?" she stopped moving, and his eyes went to hers again.
"Do you?" he asked, scared of her answer. She looked into his eyes for what seemed like an hour. She looked as if she was looking at one of those magic pictures. The ones that you have to stare at just right in order to see the sailboat hidden among the jumble of color.
"Gabriel Gray, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're the sweetest guy in the world. You're a real life actual gentleman. You make me feel safe and protected and loved. And I've never wanted to do this with anyone but you." She took in a shaky breath and waited for his response.
"I love you too, Jezebel" was all he could say before she captured his lips once again.
Everything seemed to move on autopilot. His pants came off, followed by hers. Nothing but briefs and panties between them, She confessed that it was her first time, and that he'd need to be gentle. He said it was also his first, but she already knew that. With shaky hands they removed what little clothing was left. She cried when he pushed his way into her, and he bit down into his lip so hard he drew blood. She licked his lips, and he started moving. They panted as the rhythm picked up in pace, driving them both to an edge that was new and exciting. He's heard that girls don't often come on their first try, but he knew how to prevent that. He slipped a hand between them and touched her in a way he'd seen when they snuck into that X rated movie two summers ago. They both cried out with their release. He collapsed in her arms and she kissed his forehead. They lay together until they heard the door slam shut as Virginia came home.
"Gabriel?" she called out. "Are you home?"
"Shit," Jezebel struggled to her feet and groped around for her clothes.
"Yeah mom," he called out to prevent her from looking for him. "I uh, just got back from a walk, I'm changing my clothes." He lied surprisingly easily, a trick he's learned from Jezebel. He grabbed his own clothes as he watched her pull her shirt over her head.
"Okay honey, I'll start dinner."
Gabriel got out a different shirt from his drawer to fool his mom and looked at Jez. She smiled at him from across the room. He yanked the shirt over his now messy hair and smiled at her too. She walked over and started straightening out the mop, running her fingers across his scalp. He smiled down at her face, all focused with her task. He bent and kissed her lips. A knock at the door made them jump.
"Did you see the clean clothes I put on your dresser?" his mother's voice was the most hated thing in the world right now.
"Yes mom, I saw them. Thank you."
Jezebel placed another kiss on his mouth before heading for the window.
"Goodbye, Gabriel," she whispered as she stepped onto the fire escape.
That was the last time he ever saw her. He went next door the next day to see if she was home and her stepfather Steve answered the door. He looked horrible and smelled like he bathed in alcohol.
"She ain't here," he belched. "Her and that good for nothing mother of hers took off last night. Good riddance I say. The poor bitches'll never have it as good as this." he took another swig from the bottle in his hand and slammed the door. Gabriel just stood there, staring at the door. His world had fallen out from under him, he could move. He didn't move until his mother came out and pulled him back into their apartment.
Years later, when Sylar first started killing and he took Virginia's life, he made a little trip next door and strangled Steve the wife beater with his bare hands.
