One more chapter :D I hope you like it!
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Sometimes, Jeanine hates snow.
Not exactly the snow, but the snowstorms.
Through the window, she watches the white universe that surrounds her. She thinks in the amount of work waiting for her at the erudite headquarter and moans in frustration.
- You're just complicating things, my dear. - Andrew's voice reaches her from middle of the room - Face it, we're stuck. For all day, probably.
Jeanine sighs.
- I should be working.
Andrew crosses the room, covering the rest of the way to her.
- If it makes you feel better, - he says - I also should be.
- I have an experiment to finish today. - Jeanine says with disgust - It would be done now if weren't for ... - she shakes her hands, helplessly.
Andrew puts his hands on her shoulders.
- Hey! This isn't the end of the world, right? You can do all this tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. It makes no difference. Come with me, I made hot chocolate for us.
Jeanine looks at him for a moment. There is nothing she can do. Trying to put even if only the little toe out of home, under those circumstances, would be suicide. As much as it frustrate her, she has to admit: it will be impossible fulfill her plans today.
- All right. - she responds - I like it without much sugar, you know.
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- What is the experiment that you would finish today?
Andrew takes a sip of his chocolate and looks closely at his wife's face.
Over time, he learned that the best way to deal with Jeanine's addiction to her work is to talk to her about it. Thus, she would be giving attention to both at the same time.
- It is the most important thing I've worked in recent times. - she tightens her hands, as if that left her nervous - Is the "divergent project".
The divergent. Jeanine and her obsession with the divergent.
At the beginning, Andrew thought that this was just a silly fear that would soon pass, but time proved him wrong. That obsession just grew stronger and stronger every day.
In particular, he couldn't see in the divergent the danger she saw. For him, the divergence was nothing more than a personality trait, and he didn't understand how a personality trait could put the peace of a society in danger.
But for Jeanine, the divergent was a potential risk and was useless trying to argue with her about it.
Despite this, there is a part of him that understands.
Erudite are logical beings by nature. They are accustomed to know and to have control over things and, sometimes, even over people. They seek the knowledge to help and protect the society. Don't understanding and don't having control over something is a big source of anguish.
And in that faction, no one was more erudite than Jeanine. No one cared more about that society than she.
- And what are your plans exactly?
Jeanine sighs.
- I just want to eliminate the danger, Andrew. The divergents are a threat and they need to be kept under control.
- And you are creating a serum to control them?
- Well ... yes. Almost. All I want is for them to be able to fit in somewhere, so that the Faction System stay safe. The factions has maintained peace in this city a long time, and we need to protect this peace.
Andrew nods, somewhat unwillingly.
- I still think it's a bit exaggerated of you, but I trust your judgment. I know you wouldn't do nothing bad.
She drinks a sip of her chocolate and then puts the cup on the nightstand beside her.
Andrew stares Jeanine for a while, and the vision of her lips covered with chocolate suddenly looks very sexy.
He decides to fix this, and kills the distance to suck her lower lip. The chocolate flavor mixed with Jeanine's flavor is too much delicious, intoxicating. Jeanine lets out a muffled moan.
Suddenly, the air around them becomes hot. Very hot. Too hot.
So Jeanine leads one of her hands to his neck and kisses him hard. Her other hand holds his shoulder, and slowly falls on his chest.
The kiss is hot, wet, lush. The tongues dance and twist as if they were a lifeline. As if they couldn't get enough.
They look in each other's eyes, and they know where it will end. They know each other and know that when the desire comes up this way, is impossible to stop. It's not like they wanted to stop, anyway.
Andrew's fingers are quick to find the zipper of dress on Jeanine's back, while her hands struggle with the buttons of his coat. Her work is easier than his. Removing the dress pulling it by her shoulders and arms is somewhat difficult and uncomfortable, but he finally succeeds. Soon there's no piece of clothing between them. There are only the bodies on fire touching each other without any obstacles.
They hug, intertwine, compress and fit together, tearing constant moans and gasps of pleasure. Their mouths and hands roam the partner's body, touching and kissing, exploring the sensitive points they know in each other. Jeanine's nails scratch Andrew's back leaving red marks. Andrew's lips explore her neck, her chest, her breasts, her abdomen. See her face contorted with pleasure is a sight for sore eyes.
The pressure between them increases. The movements become faster, the kisses more aggressive, the caresses are almost threatening. Their muscles tremble in spasms, and they prepare for what is to come.
Then the climax reaches in a burst of pleasure vertiginous, almost unbearable.
Their hearts beat uncontrolled, their breaths are shallow. Outside, cold is intense, but their bodies are bathed with sweat.
Andrew looks with admiration at his wife. The fire in her eyes, her panting chest, her trembling lips, the blush on her cheeks. It is the most beautiful view he ever had.
- Maybe you're right. - she says, breathing exasperatedly - Maybe take a day off is even good.
- I'm always right, my dear.
- I did not say it to you become arrogant.
- Too late.
He kisses her neck, and then, her lips with chocolate flavor.
Jeanine also concludes that a snowstorm, once in awhile, also isn't that bad.