Sequel to Only Fools Rush In
Prompt: A kiss on the; jaw (#10/25)
Setting: Fairytale Land

She sat on her throne like she were a prisoner all but chained to it. Since he'd departed her presence not a soul had approached her. Not even her King, who had left her without so much as a smile, fluttering off to dance with his daughter and leaving his queen to herself. Leaving his queen to Jefferson.

He stood in a doorway watching the scene, the way she would glance down at her hands, and back up with a forced smile when she thought someone might be coming to greet her. But no one did.

Every so often her gaze would find his, feeling his eyes boring into her for how much the distance and unpleasant company kept him at the other end of the ballroom. It took an immeasurable amount of strength not to cross it and drag her off with him. Although why he didn't, was more to not upset her further than being worried that they would be seen. It was clear that he could snatch her right in front of her king without his even noticing. Jefferson being a thief made it all the more tempting. And yet here he stood, refraining, brushing off offers to dance because his only concern of dancing, was the one done not on the floor of a ballroom, nor on his feet at all.

It was a crude sentiment perhaps, but with the king actually in his castle, any time they could spend was limited at best. It was easier than it should have been, to have a narrowed mind when the opportunity presented itself so readily.

When next she allowed her gaze to find him, he gave her a look that said all he could not say, and turned on a dime to disappear out of sight, off to find his way to her bedroom, knowing she wouldn't be far behind. And had the evening gone any differently she might not have been so willing, so devil may care about following, not bothering to breathe a word of excuse to anyone about why.

She made her way to her room as quickly as possible, but before she'd even reached the door he had come out of the shadows just near it, his lips immediately pressing to hers — an apology for all the things he could never truly apologize for. They weren't his to say, and yet he still felt compelled to do something to make up for it.

For a moment she forgot about where they were, allowed him his kisses and took plenty of her own. He'd hate to admit it but sometimes he thought they were all he could really need from her. A kiss was so much more personal and trusting, allowing another person the opportunity to drain your soul right out through your lips, stealing parts of you you weren't ready to give. And when the lips that met hers were attached to a thief, everything was at risk for being stolen. Most especially, her heart.

"Jefferson,"

There she goes again. His name coming out in ways that made it impossible not to strive for another. A more languid and lingering kiss to capture her breath, only giving it back at the promise of another exhale being only for him.

"I don't want to go back in there."

As if he had any desire to let her go now that he had her here.

"Good — I don't want you to either,"

His lips descent to her jaw exhibited even moreso, that his willingness to let her go was fast becoming nonexistent. If it had ever existed at all.

"If he calls for me and I'm not there,"

Her words came out within bated breaths, pulled out one by one as he gingerly traced a path across the outlying architecture of her face, causing her to lift her chin higher in hopes he would continue. Going against her own words. Something that had become entirely typical, in the most gratifying of ways.

"You can say you fell ill,"

Another kiss further up, still trailing along the line of her jaw, not daring to continue descending until she agreed to let go with him. Another pressed just in front of her ear, as his words turned to whispers and hands began to roam.

"You can say — that you fell into the arms of a scoundrel and couldn't help yourself,"

Falling might not have been the right word, for when he felt her arms winding tighter around him it wasn't a fall at all. It was a head first dive and he only need catch her to save her from her fate.

"That much is true; you are a scoundrel. I may as well not even have a choice."

"Very funny," And she must have thought herself so, because a little laugh escaped her despite all his work to make noises of an altogether different variety leave her swelling lips.

"Fine — then we best make it believable," he said as he scooped her up, causing a little yelp to escape her even as her legs wound around him. So much for not helping herself.

Author's Note: So this is probably going to get a third part at some point. I'm trying to keep the verses fairly broken up so it's a little more interesting between each chapter. Thank you to my guest and HeroineGauddess for reviewing the last chapter. I'm still a little iffy on it but so long as it's enjoyed it was worth doing :) and don't worry, I will have a dark!verse drabble again soon, possibly next but we'll see how my inspiration goes. I really do love that verse too, and even more I love going against the norm of what you'd expect from it so let's hope I can do that again! In the meantime I hope you enjoy this chapter, I really do love writing the babies so much.

And ps, 10 points to anyone who sees the relation between the title of this prompt and the first ^_^