Juliet
couldn't sleep.As she tossed in her comfortable bed her mind reeled
with today's happenings.
She broke Jack as Ben expected her
to.She broke him but she felt quite broken and shaken herself.
He
didn't deserve it,any of them deserved what was in store for them
,what was Ben's mad priority.She shivered.
Like a movie in
the theater her mind replayed sequence of scenes in Hydra.
The
moment when his burning eyes tried to look inside her soul,how she
could almost feel glass giving a little under his pressing weight and
his heat emanating trough it.
His quiet plea for the truth...his
confusion,anger and then rage.
Rage...she trembled at the
remembrance of sharp porcelain piece pressing into her jugular...but
her mind dug even deeper into her memory and under the intense
feelings of fear and shock she found her body memories of how it felt
being held against him.
Hard as brick planes of his body that she
was unceremoniously pressed against.
Shallow erratic breath
against her hair,arm tightly wrapped against her throat and
adrenaline(only?) induced hard on pushing against her lower
back
Suddenly she felt hot and imprisoned between the
sheets.Juliet covered her eyes with her hand incredulously smirking
at the reaction she was having.
Geting up and walking into the
kitchen for the glass of water she scolded herself-"Give it up
Jules,think about muffins"
It was going to be long night.
For
all of them.