Bored. That's what you were. Sick and tired of the same old, same old.
It had been a few months since Jerome Valeska crashed into your busy headspace.
You hadn't been 'friends' long when you had both been sprung by none other than the future mayor, Theo Galavan. You knew that was his plan. He had the current one... a bit tied up. He'd be mayor in no time.
Theo had praised you all countless times. Told you how wonderful you, in particular, were. How successful you could be if you went solo.
Yes, Theo trusted you. The emphasis being on 'you'. He didn't fully trust the others; not enough to divulge any secrets. You, though, he chatted with often. He held a soft spot for the girl with the sparkling _ eyes and _ hair, always thrown up in a messy bun.
You didn't fully trust him... or his reasons for springing you. How could you trust a man who didn't want repayment for your freedom?
Jerome was loving life. He worshipped the ground Theo walked on. Ate up every slither of praise; like his words were chocolate-covered cotton candy.
Jerome was an idiot.
...
You sat in the lounge, thinking about Jerome and how he admired Theo almost as a father figure. You had warned him to watch his back but he would have none of it. Those conversations often ended with a gun being cocked from one end of the room whilst the other threw everything and anything at the others head. You usually always managed to hit him square in the face with something heavy. He never dared fire that gun.
Your thoughts were disturbed by a throat being cleared nearby. You cracked an eye open and glanced up from your upside down position on the couch.
Theo sat on the long coffee table in front of you, pulling his trousers up at the knees as he did so. You chuckled internally at his little quirk.
"Whaddya want, Theodore?" You quipped, swinging your legs back and forth over the back of the couch.
His eyes trailed up your legs, taking in the large expanse of skin on show thanks to gravity's effect on your skirt.
"Are ya gonna drool over my thighs all day or tell me whatcha want, sugar?"
You remained sitting upside down with the one eye open whilst he made a feeble attempt to compose himself. Men.
"Ahem. Yes. Have you given any thought to what I said before, _? About my countless offers? _, you could do so much more, be so much better, cause so much chaos, if you just ditched the- the damn clown." His tone changed slightly towards the end; becoming more hostile.
You quickly twisted your body round and leaned your face in close to his.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now why would I listen to you? I don't think you know what you want, Theo. You want me to go it alone, yet you also want me around. You want me to stop fūcking Jerome and crawl into your bed, yet you don't want a 'partner'. You wanna be bad, but be seen as good. You're too fūcking complicated, Theo. And I'm tired of listening to your shīt. Go find someone else to confide in."
As you made to stand up and leave, he grabbed your arm and pulled you down. Finding yourself unintentionally straddling him, you froze up. Using your shock to his advantage, he grabbed your face and forced his mouth on yours.
A split second was all it took for you to wake up and shove his hands and mouth away. Balling your fist, you smashed it into his face... repeatedly.
"And he's my fūcking clown."
Standing up and brushing your skirt down, you left him on the table with a nice red and purple welt forming around his eyes. A broken nose was him getting off lightly.
You made your way up to the room you shared with Jerome. You were in need of some serious rough and tumble to get all of your frustrations out.
You found Jerome sitting on the small plaid armchair in the corner of your room, staring down at his clasped hands.
Before you could even speak he was across the room like a flash, slamming you into the door, consequently slamming the door shut too.
Groaning at the pain of the handle cutting into your spine, your response was slightly delayed. Clearly he had seen the scene downstairs and misread it.
Before you could collect yourself, your hands were pinned above your head and a furious Jerome was breathing heavily, directly in front of you.
"You take me for a fool, _? You think you can fūck around on me and I won't slit that pretty pink throat of yours? Huh? ANSWER ME, DAMN IT!"
His hot breath flooded your senses, his anger only fuelling your own.
You began laughing, howling even, right in his face.
"Hahahaha, screw you, Jerome. I'll fūck you up before you even think about using that pathetic little knife on me."
You shoved his hands off and shouldered him out of the way before crawling on to the bed.
"You should've stuck around downstairs and taken a few shots at Theo when I had him writhing in pain." You spat at him as you lay on your front, kicking your legs in the air.
A few minutes passed before the bed dipped behind you. His body crawled over yours, his entire weight pressing down on your back, as his arms rested on either side of your head.
"You- You didn't want him? You're just for me? Ya promise?" His voice murmured out, softer than usual.
You chuckled and turned around in his arms. "Oh, Jerome. You're an idiot."
Placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, you brushed your nose back and forth over his. "But, you're my idiot."
Leaning up, you met his mouth half way, kissing him with all you were worth, before his lips made their way to your collarbone.
Grinning into your neck, he whispered in between soft nibbles.
"You're an idiot too, _. You've gone and got yourself stuck with me."
A/N
Hey there, maniacs.
Please don't kill me for the lack of updates. It's been a busy 'ole time in Wonderland and I've been lagging behind.
Think I was a bit off my game with this one but I'm'a post it anyway and you can lemme know your thoughts.
- Ellie
