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Elvira yawned when she awoke, hugging herself some. The fabric that hugged her skin loosely still smelled so wonderfully like Jeff... It was warm and soft against her flesh. A small smile danced along her lips, a soft sigh escaping her mouth. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking them slowly to adjust to the light coming from the window. She found herself covered with her blanket and laying on her bed. Sitting up, she looked around some. Alone, the blond frowned. She peeled the blanket back and got up out of her bed. Changing her jeans to shorts, she went out to the living room. She saw a familiar person in her kitchen and her eyes lit up happily.
Jeff looked over and smiled. Well, more, with the cut and all. "You're finally awake," he mused, looking back down at the skillet in front of him. Freshly scrambled eggs sizzled as they cooked on the skillet, looking as though they were just starting to cook. He looked up again when he felt Elvira start to hug his arm ever so slightly, her head leaning against his shoulder. "Still tired?"
The girl hummed some, closing her eyes. "Yeah..." she murmured softly. She took a deep breath, allowing Jeff's natural scent flood her senses. They tingled and burned at the male's scent; something in her abdomen tightened and her belly started to feel warmer and filled with butterflies; and she was sure that her heart skipped a beat and started to pound harder in her chest. Whatever it was that Jeff was doing to her felt wonderful. "I take it you didn't want me to get up to go to school...?"
"I didn't think that you wanted to," Jeff shrugged with some nonchalance. "I know how you feel about half of those assholes." He turned to her slightly, pulling her head against his chest. "You don't have to go to school for as long as you want. I'll take care of you in the mean time... Okay?"
Elvira couldn't help but smile, snuggling into him slightly. "You know, so many people will be sleeping peacefully with you staying here and not killing them..." she said softly. As if it were the most natural thing in the whole wide world, one might say.
Jeff laughed a warm, maniacal laugh, his chest bouncing up and down ever so slightly. "They can be patient for their deaths," he mused, placing a hand against the small of Elvira's back. He looked down and smiled more at the sight of her eyes looking up at him. Their eyes locked and instantly, they both felt something. Jeff knew that he had felt it before for the girl, and Elvira was sure that she had felt the slightest spark of it for the boy before. Before the two of them knew what was happening, their lips had brushed together ever so slightly, scarlet and cut meeting plump and pink.
Both of them felt their breath hitch in their throats. Neither knew what to do now that their lips had brushed together. On one hand, they could do it again and enjoy themselves in the process. On the other, however, they could pull away and pretend that the event had never happened. One waited for the other to react, but neither one of them moved. Elvira swallowed and Jeff licked his lips shakily. Neither knew what to do...
That is, until Jeff sat down the spatula in his hand and pushed Elvira against the counter, kissing her roughly against the lips. For whatever reason, they both started to kiss roughly and claw at one another, trying to get closer and closer to one another until it was physically impossible. Their kisses were rough and filled with passion, their physical passions pressed together and baracaded from joining one another by their clothing. They kissed and clawed and ground against one another until both of their lungs were burning with need for air.
When they parted, Elvira was shaking and leaning heavily against the counter, her breath coming in short gasps. Jeff leaned against the opposite counter, panting hard. They were both blushing heavily, glancing at one another. They were sharing a single thought.
What the Hell just happened?
They couldn't explain it. What they had done had been fueled by pure and total impulse and desire. Perhaps even lust to some extent.
"I-I... I... um..." swallowed Elvira, her voice small and quiet.
"G-go to the living room and watch some... some television..." Jeff panted, licking his lips. Her taste still lingered on his lips... Peppermint and orange candy...
"R-right..." Elvira managed, licking her own lips. His taste lingered on her lips as well... Iron and pepper... She shakily made her way to the living room, collapsing on the couch. It was nuts how much their kiss had seemingly shaken them both, right down to their very cores. Ten or so minutes passed with the two of them separated, both of them just starting to calm down from their actions, when Jeff walked in with a plate of scrambled eggs in his hands. He gave to Elvira who took it shyly.
"Um... A-about what happened in the kitchen..." Jeff started. He trailed off when Elvira shook her head.
"J-just... um... L-let's just... I-if it... If we do that again... C-can we... um... T-take it slow...?" the girl managed out. It seemed speech was not going to be working for her at that moment.
Jeff nodded and sat down beside her. He didn't sit too close to her just in case it made her uncomfortable. When she didn't eat the scrambled eggs that he had made for her, he looked over at her and attempted a small frown. "Elvira...?"
"I just remembered... that while we were kissing... my mother was admitted to the hospital just yesterday..." Elvira whispered, shaking some. It was obvious that her mother being in a coma was not what had been in her mind when she got up. She felt guilty for what they had done when something so tragic in her life hadn't even existed for a whole day...
Jeff took her hand gently and gave it a small squeeze. "Things happen..." he whispered. "Don't feel guilty for enjoying something..."
Elvira shook more. "You don't get it..." she rasped. "My mother is the only family I have... I have no siblings, my grandparents are dead..."
"What about your dad?"
"He left when my mother told him that she was pregnant with me..."
Jeff made a face of disgust. "Was he not ready for responsibility?"
"He was married to someone else. I'm disowned by him..." Elvira replied with a heavy sigh.
Jeff stared at her for a good moment. He then turned her head and brushed his lips against her own briefly. "Don't worry, then. Consider me a friend of the family that happens to be a rough kisser," he told her with some teasing to his voice. His statement made her blush some. He smirked a little and took a bit of the eggs on a fork, holding them up to her mouth. "Now come on, eat. I didn't make these for you to just stare at on your plate."
All day went on like this. Jeff took care of Elvira and treated her like she was the most important thing to him. When they watched a movie together on her television, he held her close and littered her with soft, gentle kisses. Elvira kept telling him to stop with a smile, reminding him that she wanted to go slow. He respected that, he assured her, but he wanted to kiss her. "I'm not going to be rough like before. I'll be gentle, I promise," he whispered against the space between her jaw and her ear lobe. When Elvira relented, he held her even closer and kissed her more and more. The only thing that interrupted the flourish of kisses was the girl's stomach growling in need of more nourishment.
"I'll make something to eat really fast," assured Elvira, seeing a bit of a pout in Jeff's eyes. She kissed him on the cheek, right along the cut, and offered a smile. "I'll be right back." With those words of reassurance, she was released from Jeff's hold. She went to the kitchen and made herself a quick sandwich. When she attempted to slice a bit of a tomato to put on it, she slit her finger open. Cursing, she dropped the knife in her hand and held her hand close against her.
Having heard the commotion, Jeff hurried into the kitchen. He saw the cut and took her injured hand into his own. He took her cut finger and, all the while holding eye contact with her, took it into his mouth, licking up the blood from the wound.
"J-Jeff?"
Jeff smirked some around her finger, wrapping his tongue around the appendage. He watched her squirm some in discomfort, dipping his tongue into the bleeding wound some.
"J-Jeff, knock it off..." breathed Elvira, shivering. Despite her words, she didn't try to pull her hand away.
Jeff licked at her finger some more before finally pulling away with a satisfied pop. "Your blood tasted so good," he purred, pulling her close against him. "And I'm not just saying that, either... Remember when I stabbed you before...? When I was far away enough from danger of being captured and arrested, I trailed my tongue along my blade... It had been coated in your delicious blood..."
"Y-you are really weird," blushed the girl, pulling away some. "Could you not do that? Talking about my blood like that...?"
Jeff chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Fine, fine. I was just teasing you anyways." He started to walk to the bathroom, intending on getting the first aid kit so he could treat her cut. Just before he slipped into the bathroom, he called out to her, "Although I will say that your blood tastes better fresh~!"
"JEFF!"