Y'all have Rozka4eva to thank for this. She had the most persuading comment.
Also, oh Lordy – my first (and possibly only) M-rated fanfic is about Rose's parents.
"How much time do you get off?" Abe asked. He drew invisible designs along her spine with his fingertips as he spoke, so Janine couldn't help but melt onto his chest a little before pulling herself together and answering.
"A week," she said. "Somebody said I was 'really close' to my mother–" She paused and turned her head to look up at him suspiciously. Abe looked pleasantly surprised at the news, but there was nothing in his expression to give him away. "–so I get a week off, and it doesn't cut into my vacation time at all."
Not that it mattered – by now, she probably had a good seven months off. She had worked for fifteen years (excluding her maternity leave and the four years she spent taking care of Rose), with two weeks per year, which meant... thirty weeks off. Jesus. And she liked these stupid little rendezvous with Abe too much to actually use any of that time off, even though she did trust her sub. Even though she always felt slightly used after them, because all they did was hook up. There were no dates, not anymore. Whenever the subject was brought up, someone – usually her – refused. And she had no one to blame for it but herself. But maybe something would change this time.
"Close to your mother," Abe said, looking up at the ceiling and smiling at the absurdity. His hands moved up to her auburn hair and Janine had to slide off him. His guardians were back, probably getting ready for bed because of the late hour... She liked them, especially Pavel, too much to make them leave in their pajamas. Funny how hired help was usually better than those who were randomly assigned to you by a computer. Maybe the royals should personally pick out their guardians. Of course, then revolts would happen so much more often, and Moroi history was bloodstained enough.
"How long are you staying here?" Janine asked, propping herself up on her elbows and scooting up so she was closer to his head.
"I can stay for a week," Abe said, turning his smile, now no longer just amused, on her. "There's nothing that can't wait."
Janine frowned and thumped her fist on his chest, as lightly as she could while still getting the point across. "Now something's going to come up," she said, pulling her lips into a pout. She turned away, apparently to upset to even look at him anymore, and looked over the edge of the bed. Her clothes were too far away – all the way over by the desk, where they'd been dropped several hours ago. Her underwear was closer than the rest, but even that was down on the floor by the bottom of the bed.
She didn't want to leave, but getting up and stomping over to the window would be much less effective if she was naked. Of course, if she got dressed, she'd probably just lose her clothes all over again. Besides – something might get ripped.
She sighed and looked at the clock, which was the only light in the room, asides from what came in through the large bay windows. What she saw in the glowing red letters made her stomach drop, effectively killing her libido.
"I really have to go," she said, moving to get up. "I'm supposed to be the night shift, and Belikov..." He'd probably still be up, not entirely trusting Rose to stay awake, even after her nap in the car. Besides, she was still a novice and he'd be held responsible if something happened on her watch.
"I heard a funny rumor about him and Rose," Abe said, sitting up and watching Janine scurry around for her clothes, putting them on quickly.
Janine froze, her fingers still ineffectively trying to get the clasp on her bra again and again. "What did you hear?" she asked. She'd noticed that Belikov had a strangely protective air about him whenever Rose was around, and paired with how he talked about her – fondly, with a little smile on his lips whenever he said her name – Janine had started to suspect that maybe they were a little more than just friends. Even if they had never acted on their feelings (and it was obvious Rose had a crush on him – he was good looking and older than her, which was usually good enough for a teenage girl), if she had proof...
"Abe, what did you hear?" Janine turned around to glare at him.
He had on That Look – the look that said he wasn't sure if he should let her go and was wondering if he could get away with using compulsion on her. She could almost read his thoughts – they were so obviously scrawling themselves across his face. (They had also been in this situation before, although Janine had been mad about something else entirely.) He knew her temper, knew she had a loaded gun (although it wasn't yet on her person). He was good enough at compulsion to get away with it – he could "talk her out of it" by still letting her be angry, but at the same time he could make her see that it wasn't worth it. In this case, Belikov was too good to lose. He could just be transferred, and if Janine talked to him – talked, nothing else – maybe she could convince him that it would be best if he just asked to be assigned to someone else. He wouldn't get a mark on his record or anything. Hell, he might even agree with her that he was a bastard – he was so very good, so ruled by his conscious...
"Ibrahim, what did you hear?" Janine asked, using his proper name for once.
"It's really nothing," he said, shifting and pulling the covers over himself so she couldn't see how much the expression her face was terrifying him. "Just kind of a funny story..."
"Ibrahim Mazur! Will you just tell me already?" Finally, Janine's fingers stopped trying to clasp her bra and just stayed where they were, pulling it too tight, the hooks digging in to her right thumb yet threatening to slip off at the same time.
"Well, supposedly he helped her get the keys to the pool so everyone could dye it purple on Senior Skip Day. It is unclear at the moment if he helped with anything else," Abe said, speaking so quickly that some of the words ran together. Sometimes it amazed Janine that she could scare him so much. She had obviously inherited The Look from her grandmother and didn't discriminate on who she used it on – anyone from Strigoi to the love of her life to her own daughter was fair game, and she used it no matter how upset she was.
Janine picked up her socks, folded them up, and threw them at him as revenge for the anticlimactic story. They weren't vital for the cab ride home, not like her shirt or pants or shoes were. Then she started pulling on her clothes.
"What about this?" Abe asked when she was nearly dressed, just buttoning her coat. In his hand was her nazar, a replacement he had given her after realizing she had given the original to Rose during Christmas. This one was in varying shades of red, but other than that, it looked identical to the blue one Rose now wore. Sometimes Janine wondered if she should switch them – red wasn't exactly her color, and would suit Rose much better.
"Give it to me," Janine said, holding out her hand, waiting for him to toss it to her. But Abe shook his head, swinging the necklace back and forth, not playing fair. He knew she wouldn't just leave without it. During the few weeks she'd been without her nazar, she'd had nightmares. It was more then just a pendant that warded against the evil eye to her.
She walked over to snatch it.
Abe was fast, though, dropping the necklace before she had even reached for it, pulling her close and kissing her, somehow managing to get his hands under her clothes, thumbs under her bra, pushing himself against her so hard that she couldn't help but stagger a bit – she was a lot smaller than him – all in a moment. Janine gave in, let him unhook her bra again and managed to get her boots off before pushing him back and climbing on top of him. She worked on getting her coat and shirt off – kind of hard when they were pressing so closely together, but she managed – and Abe did her pants.
"What about Pavel and–?" she managed to gasp as his hands went up her legs again, fingers skimming over her thighs lightly, making her shiver.
"Shower," Abe interrupted, dropping her panties on the floor. "Let's go."