A/N I didn't have wifi for a long time, but I'm back now. With a good outline and a few chapters already finished.
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She settles between my legs and it spreads a pleasant warmth through my body. Her lips on my neck have the opposite affect, and send chills with every contact. "Tell me about it." She demands in a whisper. I try to come up with an answer that will placate her curiosity without revealing too much but then her hands slide under my shirt, radiating heat.
So instead of responding, I shake my head no. "Pleeaase..." She purrs, dragging out the word against my skin. I shake my head no again, maybe with a bit more vigor. She just smiles and kisses my neck again, then above the collar of my shirt, then over my stomach. She finishes her descent and bends her legs up behind her, playful and cute.
"Please?" She asks again, meeting my eyes while pushing my shirt up a little. I bite my lip and shake my head again, I like the way she asks. She sighs and mutters "Okay..." before breaking eye contact and beginning kissing my exposed stomach. I sigh happily and tangle my hands in her hair, massaging her scalp, stroking behind her ears. She suddenly looks up at me again, eyes serious as she presses a kiss right over my bellybutton.
A smile pulls at the corner of her mouth and then shes blowing raspberries, making me laugh and twist and pull her hair. None of these things faze her though, she only ever pauses to ask me if I'm ready to tell her yet. Eventually, I'm forced to choose between telling her or peeing my pants and I concede.
"Okay, okay I'll tell you!" I squeal. She stops for a moment, raises a suspicious eyebrow and hovers her lips above my stomach. "No I will! Just..." I breath out and curl my fingers around her ears to hold her head. "...stop, please." I say as sweetly as I can, giving her the most affectionate smile possible while out of breath. She smiles back and dusts off my stomach before resting her chin there.
"I'm waiting." She drawls. Okay, answers. "Um..I don't know..." I stall. "We were some place warm..." I smile fondly and continue. "Really warm. And we were...hanging out." I finish awkwardly, wringing my hands and conveniently blocking her eyes. She hoists her self up and crawls back over me so were face to face. She studies my pout for a moment, then connects our lips. She slowly lowers herself down again and I squeeze her waist between my legs.
I try not to smile and pull her closer by her collar. After a while she pulls back and whispers "Like this?" I'm glad she's so close cause I'm sure shes smirking right now and seeing that would make saying "Yeah." a lot harder.
She kisses me again with so much passion, it reminds me of our first kiss in her car, so heated, so desperate. I trail my fingertips over her lower back and maybe shes ticklish there because her hips buck into me and I'm moaning into her mouth. She pulls away and breathes deeply before speaking. "Is this okay? Do you wanna keep going?" I nod but clarify "Yeah, but can we can- can we just keep kissing?" Her expression becomes stern and she answers "Of course, I want you to feel safe with me... I want to make you feel safe." She says it so earnestly, my heart warms and I'm stealing her close for another kiss.
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I wake up in a bed that is surely not my own, yet I feel just as comfortable. Maybe its the warmth of recent memories, or Jades expensive lush bed set, but my moneys on the soft piano tones floating into the room that has me so at ease. I follow the sound almost instinctually, and I'm lead upstairs and into a room Jade breezed by on her tour.
I find her in the center of the room playing broad sweeps on a large piano. Shes still in her pajamas and her hair is messy from sleep but the peace she displays while playing ties the whole scene together before me. She looks...lovely. And she plays so well! I'm about to tell her when she starts to sing.
Her low voice tumbles from her lips as she sings a declaration of love. Her voice is fine and well disciplined, but I understand why she neglected to tell me she sings too. Her voice pales in comparison to the skill of her fingers, expertly dancing across the keys in long, sweeping scales. The words seem like an after thought, incomparable to the soul pouring from her hands onto the keys. Everytime she plays louder she leans forward, and when she's not singing she's biting her lip, eyes closed in passion. It's beautiful. Shes beautiful.
"You're beautiful." I tell her, or rather blurt out. Her eyes open for a moment and focus on me in the doorway, until her hands, never stilling, draw her back in again. She bows her head over the keys and plays another sweep and my heart expands with the sound. I want to touch her. I take a few steps forward and she stops playing to greet me.
"Good-" "No, don't stop. That was...lovely." I praise with my former observation, completely enamored. She smiles (and possibly blushes?) and scoots over on the bench. I sit by her and watch her flex her hands before playing again. My eyes shift from her fingers graceful movements to her lips spilling out philosophies about birth signs and love. She makes it look so effortless.
When shes finished with her song I applaud her, and she laughs and sluggishly wraps her arms around my shoulders. "Good morning." She sighs, burying her nose in my neck and humming the tune of the song she just played. "Great morning," I correct "that was beautiful." She chuckles lightly and continues her nuzzling. "I don't mind waking up to that." I continue. She draws her head back and gives me a blank look. "Or you."
She rolls her eyes and rustles my hair before moving to stand. I stop her. "Wait, Jade. Can we talk? About yesterday?" She looks scared but she sits back down. "Look, I'm sorry if I was moving too fast but I promise I would never do anything-"
"No! God no, Jade. I know that, I meant...I meant about...your dad." Her look of concern morphs into an angry scowl and she faces the piano. "What about him?" She asks stiffly. I recoil at her tone but ask "How come you didn't want us to meet?" She presses down on a few keys and still doesn't face me. "I didn't want you to meet him. Hes not... my biggest fan..."
