First off, I'm sorry. I know you guys all probably hate me for not updating for 2 weeks, (trust me I hate myself more) but I promise it was worth it because...
This ones rated M.
Your welcome.
She lay in her bed staring at the ceiling.
She wore only her undergarments, it was too warm for much else.
It was one of those rare nights in an english summer when the heat doesn't let up, and the air just sits stagnant and thick with humidity.
It didn't help the situation outside much either, the people didn't even need jackets.
It had to be nearing 1 am by now.
Her phone buzzed and she reflexively grabbed it.
Robert: Beck will be here in the morning. Thought I should let you know.
She forcefully threw her phone down on the bed. She rolled over to bury her face in a pillow and yelled into it at the top of her lungs.
"Bad time?" a voice called from across the room.
She shot up-right and turned to look toward the doorway. Jasper stood there with a slightly amused look on his face.
"Where the hell have you been?" she demanded, brushing her hair back out of her face.
"Escorting Cyrus to St. Mary's," he told her, sounding thoroughly exhausted. He shut the door and walked toward her, tiredly shedding his suit jacket.
"Did he shoot himself?" she inquired just a bit too hopefully.
He nearly cracked a smile at her cynicism. "No, he was definitely aiming for your mom, but luckily for her, 200 year-old gun powder isn't very reliable. The pistol basically blew up in his hand. He's lucky he didn't lose any fingers but it burned him pretty good. He should be fine but they're holding him under psychiatric observation for 48 hours." he told her, taking a seat on the bed and falling on to his back with a huff. "Hill didn't have a free man to take over shift until a half-hour ago."
She laid down next to him, propping her head up on her hand. "Sounds like your night was almost better than mine."
He turned his head toward her inquisitively.
"I talked to Robert," she revealed, watching his reaction carefully. "He knows."
Jasper looked back up at the ceiling for a moment, processing the information.
"So my days are numbered then," he concluded bleakly.
She scoffed, "Well with that attitude..."
"Len he's going to be king in two days."
"That doesn't mean he can control me."
"I don't anyone has any illusions about controlling you, but it's pretty obvious that me being in prison would put a damper on our relationship."
She let out a tense sigh, thinking of what her brother had also said.
"Well as hot as the idea of conjugal visits is," she teased, "I don't think having you arrested is his plan."
He raised an eyebrow, "Then what is?"
She wasn't exactly sure how to tell him. She decided to just come out with it.
"Beck is coming tomorrow."
He scoffed incredulously, "Because he found out your not pining over him?"
She shoved him lightly, "No you wanker, because he's Robert's best friend."
"But he's not over you is he?" he countered.
She avoided his gaze, "I don't know."
Jasper figured that wasn't true but decided not to press her further.
"So what time does the Lord arrive?" he asked with a slight edge to his voice.
"In the morning," she told him, noticing the tone. "Are you jealous Mr. Frost?"
He chuckled once, as if the thought amused him. "No."
She pushed herself up and threw her leg over to straddle him.
"Oh really?" she taunted him, playing with his tie in her slim fingers.
"I have no need to be," he said confidently, sliding his hands from her thighs to her waist.
She deftly undid the tie, pulling it from around his neck, never breaking eye contact.
"How do you figure?" she asked seductively, undoing the top buttons of his shirt.
He didn't answer, but gave her a look that could only be described as predatory.
He abruptly spun her with him off the bed and onto the floor, making her let out a high pitched yelp. He did it so quickly and smoothly that for a moment she wasn't sure exactly how she ended up on the ground. He loomed over her dangerously close with a self-satisfied smirk, feeling her sudden shortness of breath.
"Because I'm the only one who can make you sound like that," he teased in a whisper.
She scoffed, trying not to smile. "Arrogant prick."
"You love it," he said smugly, dropping his head to capture her lips with his.
Before she could protest her body melted into it, one hand tightening around his bicep and the other his neck. He kissed her thoroughly before breaking away to start trailing his way down her neck.
"You love me," He added softly against her skin, making her heart skip.
His lips made their way down her chest and abdomen. Her breath hitched in her throat as he made his way lower. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her silky shorts and yanked them off. He grabbed her legs throwing one over his shoulder and spreading the other one wide before claiming her with his mouth, making her gasp.
One hand reached out to brace herself against the leg of her bed and the other reflexively tangled in his hair. She whimpered as he slid two fingers inside of her and started stroking her g-spot. When he started to gently roll her clit between his teeth, it was all she could do not to scream. He was a goddamn artist with his tongue. He sucked and nipped in all the right places.
After only a minute she was so close, she could feel the first fits of orgasm threaten to overcome her. Suddenly he pulled away and sat back on his knees, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand with a smug look.
She propped herself up on her elbows, out of breath.
"What the hell?"
He smirked, undoing his belt buckle.
"You dont get to get there without me," he goaded her, unzipping his pants.
She shook her head incredulously, "Unbelievable."
He quickly stooped back over her making her draw a sharp breath as her back hit the floor.
He suddenly pushed inside of her, making her moan. He started slow thrusts but quickly picked up pace bringing her right back to the edge of ecstasy. She couldn't help the high pitched noises that kept escaping her lips as he fucked her.
"I don't here you complaining now," he taunted in a low, raspy whisper.
She tried to keep it together, but if he kept talking like that she wasn't going to last very long.
"You need me. You need this. And so do I." He growled in her ear, nearly making her come right then and there.
He could feel her losing it beneath him as he chased her over the edge.
"Jasper... I can't... I'm..." he silenced her with his lips on hers, swallowing her whines. She met him thrust for thrust as she felt herself pass the point of no return. Finally it was all too much and she cried out in pleasure as she tightened around him, riding out the waves of her orgasm as he made haste to completion. After only a few more jolts she could feel the tension in his body release as he spilled inside of her.
He didn't pull away. They held onto eachother for a moment, catching their breath and regaining their bearings. He kissed her once more before rolling off of her and onto his back beside her. She followed his movement and rolled over so her front was pressed against his body, her head on his shoulder and arm resting on his chest.
"And I thought you were tired," she mused.
He cracked a half smile. "Of babysitting cyrus? damn straight. Of fucking you 'til you scream? Never."
She giggled and pressed a kiss to his chest before pushing herself up into a sitting position. She grabbed her discarded knickers and slid them back up her legs before attempting to stand, but Jasper quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back down against him.
"Where to you think you're going?" he challenged, nuzzling the side of her neck affectionately.
"Bed." She countered, smiling but refusing to relax into his arms. "We need to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a mess."
"We can handle it." He told her distractedly, trying to bring her back into the moment with him.
"Can we?" her tone darkened.
He gave up his intentions of distracting her from her worries. He released her and she pushed herself up to stand.
She walked over to the window and peaked around the curtain. The crowd had barely thinned at all.
He watched her face as it was illuminated by the moon light. Her light-green eyes were heavy with stress.
"This guy has you pretty wound up."
"It's not like that." she scoffed, walking back over to the bed.
"Not like what?"
"Like however you're thinking it is." she asserted as she plopped down beside him on the bed.
"I get it," he told her, "you guys have history."
She sighed, "It's a long, fucked-up story."
"Can't be worse than ours," he teased.
She smacked his chest lightly with the back of her hand. "Careful bodyguard."
He smirked at the old moniker but he could hear a twinge of anxiety in her voice.
"You dont have to tell me if you don't want to," he told her honestly.
She turned her head to meet his eyes. They stared back at her earnestly.
"I know, but I do want to. It's just... complicated."
He raised his arm over her head and she rolled over so she was pressed up against him again, her head on his shoulder like it had been before. His fingers gently traced the skin of her arm that lay on his chest.
She took a deep breath before starting. "He was my first love. My first... alot of things. We were never together. Not really. People like us, we do what we have to when we have to, which doesn't leave much room for commitment. So mostly we just slept together. It was easier that way. No jealousy, no guilt, or at least that's the theory."
"Sounds lonely," he commented.
"Yeah, well, I didn't do drugs just for the weight loss," she remarked cynically.
"We did have our moments though." She told him almost whistfully. "We used to fantasize about the future, as if we ever had a chance. He would tell me how one day we would run away together. Steal a plane or a boat, change our names and live another life. Travel the world and see from a new perspective. "
Her tone changed as she continued, "but that day never came. His father was killed in a car wreck completely out of the blue. I don't know if it would have been major news in america but over here it was a national tragedy. It changed him. He inherited his fathers title, estate, and responsibilities. He was his father's only son so he needed to secure the family legacy. He needed to marry, and he became a somehow even more eligible bachelor than he had been before. Every highborn bachelorette in europe lined up for a chance at him." She sighed, "That's when he met Lady Abigail Williams, the honourable daughter of the Earl of Lichfield. She was perfect. The right age, well educated, and well-mannered. She wasn't entirely horrible looking either." She paused, keeping herself from getting to worked up. "They were engaged within the year."
He scoffed, "You were a goddamn princess how the hell was anything better than that?"
"My title didn't matter half as much as my reputation. I was the monarchy's greatest shame, her royal 'high'-ness. He was the newest and youngest member of the house of lords and he needed to be taken seriously. That never would have happened with me by his side."
"So he just cut you loose," he huffed.
"He told me that I was the love of his life, but I was a ship at sea and he needed solid land. She was solid, so he buried whatever feelings he had for me and he married her."
He shook his head in disbelief. "If he could've had you then he was a fucking idiot."
She smiled at his defensive nature. It was one of the things she loved most about him. "Yeah, well, nothing is ever simple. It turned out he wasn't the only one settling for stability. The bitch had been sleeping with one of the other barons for years. Except he was married, with children. She'd only married Beck to secure her future, and she didn't stop seeing the guy. When Beck found out the whole thing started to fall apart. They kept up appearances for a couple years but by the time he showed up in Monaco their divorce was nearly finalized." She scoffed cynically, "For a moment there I thought maybe, just maybe, we'd finally got our timing right. But then she called. And he left. Again."
She sighed sadly, "When he came back it was too late. I'd let go. I'd had to. I couldn't keep feeling like that. We tried to salvage things but it became increasingly clear to me that he was only in love with the idea of who I could be, not who I am, and I couldn't keeping acting like I would ever be her."
He could hear the tears welling in her eyes in the strain of her voice.
"I realized recently how much of my life I've spent pretending to be someone else, and I don't want to do it anymore." She propped herself up so her chin rested on her hand on his chest. "Which of course always leads me back to you Jasper. The one person who might actually be more screwed up than me, who might also be the only person to really love me for who I am."
He brushed a tear from her face and ran his hand through her hair.
"And who I," she continued, "despite my better judgement, find myself..." she trailed off as she looked at him, startled by how much he had come to mean to her. She knew she was totally screwed. She was completely and totally in love with this guy and the both knew it.
She cleared her throat, "who I might actually fancy quite a bit as well."
He tried not to smile at the way she'd tripped over her words trying to explain her feelings. She was so fucking readable. She didn't have to say much to reveal exactly how she felt.
She caught the smug glint in his eye. "Shut up."
"I didn't say anything," he plead innocence.
She scowled at him, "Yeah, but you wanted to."
He didn't gloat, just grabbed the side of her face and pulled her lips to his. That was all the validation his ego needed.
He knew she loved him. She hadn't said it yet, but he didn't want her to until she was ready. It sort of meant more that way.