I woke – and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.
--"I Held a Jewel" by Emily Dickinson--
Jonathan heard Scarecrow scream in his ears, felt the man try to gain control again. He clenched his jaw, pursing his lips against the onslaught of fury. He still felt the racing of his heart and the heady effects of desire.
What the fuck?! JONATHAN! YOU BASTARD! LET ME OUT! NOW!
'No.' Jonathan ordered coolly to his alter, mustering all his authority.
He stared down at Becky. Her eyes were wide, lips still parted, and a rosy hue had alighted on her cheeks. He could feel it against his knuckles. It would be simple to kiss her. She wasn't moving away, wasn't struggling. So why had he stopped Scarecrow?
He had never known anything his alter wanted more than the girl before him. At that Scarecrow seemed to calm just slightly.
Kiss her, Jonny. You want her as badly as I do. I know your every desire…Kiss her.
Jonathan closed his eyes, when he reopened them he let his hand fall. He felt Scarecrow's irritation at that, slowly beginning to simmer.
"You're cold," he said to her simply and returned fully to his seat. He turned on the heat and sat back. An awkward silence filled the space.
What could he say?
Why didn't you kiss her?! What the hell is the matter with you?! She was asking for it!
From his rearview mirror he saw the flashing lights of the wrecker. Becky shed the coat and stepped out of the vehicle shortly to speak to the driver. Jonathan watched her go.
"I don't know." He whispered.