A/N: Hey guys, apologies again that the update schedule has gone completely out the window but alas, here I am. Anyway I didn't intend for it but this chapter kind of ends on a natural conclusion for this story.. I mean I probably have more in me if the demand is there but I don't know if it needs it. Please let me know what you think!
Jac pulled up into the driveway of her house and Zosia's mind marvelled at how quickly she had ended up here again despite the less than amiable way she had stormed away mere days before. Fate was certainly on a very bizarre course today. She knew she should feel relief that she'd finally taken a stand against her father or at the very least feel the warmth and thrill of knowing Jac had publicly displayed her affection and risked her reputation for her but she was shaken, fragile and troubled still.
Wordlessly Jac lead her to the bedroom by their loosely linked fingers, passing the sofa Zosia had been resigned to before. It was stupid really but upon passing the lounge, Zosia mused at how Jac's initial and characteristically typical icy cold defences, both physical and invisible were shedding at an impossibly quick rate. Zosia was the unlikely conqueror who now found herself being guided by the hand into the bedroom of this previously unattainable flame-haired goddess. No one could have foreseen this.
Once inside, she stood still as a statue in the middle of the almost clinically bare room while Jac stepped out of her shoes, drew the curtains and flicked on the bedside lamps casting an atmospheric light across the ceiling. She padded softly over to where Zosia still stood, the older woman notably shorter without her heels and swept Zosia's long hair over her shoulder pausing to press a light kiss to the nape of the girl's neck.
Zosia shivered and her eyes fluttered closed. Jac gently unzipped her dress, her fingertips ghosting over her spine. Zosia's head tilted back slightly, her dark hair tumbling across her back. Her dress pooled at her feet and Jac urged her out of it with the gentlest press of her fingertips on her waist.
With a heavy silence filling the room Jac then led them over to the bed. She waited for Zosia to settle, her head against the pillow facing her with her big sad eyes before laying down herself and mirroring Zosia's position. She reached across the small gap between them to push an errant dark lock of hair away from Zosia's eyes, her fingertips lingering on the girl's cheek before withdrawing back to her side and switching off the lamps.
"What are we doing Jac?"
A small voice cut through the dark. Zosia spoke for the first time since she took her hand in the lobby of the hotel. Her silence had obviously been loaded with thought.
"What do you mean?"
Jac was enjoying the comfortable silence. She didn't want to talk, talk was dangerous. She wanted to make the girl feel better in the best way she knew how. She wasn't at all struck by how domestic and natural comforting Zosia felt.
"This. What is this?"
Zosia remained on her side, her knees slightly drawn upwards towards Jac, sharing the same breath of air.
Jac didn't ignore the question but chose to answer with actions rather than words. She brushed her fingers against the bare shoulder peeking out of the blankets – a distraction technique? Probably. Raising up on one elbow, the duvet falling down her chest she stole a slow kiss. Zosia rolled onto her back and accommodated the slight weight of Jac bearing over her torso.
"Why does it have to be anything?" Jac drew back a fraction of an inch, her eyes still closed.
"Because of what you said to my Dad."
With her eyes still tightly shut, Jac's lips hovered over Zosia's, her hair falling down around their faces like a cloak. She realised where this was headed and wanted to stop it before it went too far but the gravitational pull of Zosia's mouth to hers rooted her to the bed. With a swivel of her hips, she straddled Zosia's thigh, her palms still flat against the mattress either side of Zosia's head. She kissed her like she could steal the words off her tongue, swallowing them down like a jagged little pill.
Zosia instantly melted and was almost distracted enough to let the matter slide, to give herself fully to the object of her affections who seemed bent on kissing her lips raw. But she cupped Jac's face to push her away, breaking the kiss with a breathy gasp.
"You said I was perfect."
It wasn't a declaration of love but it was as damn near as one could expect from Jac Naylor. She knew what it meant and she realised on the drive away from the hotel that hearing Jac admit that in the heat of the moment wasn't enough for her. Her anxiety would not lift until she knew for sure she hadn't caused a scene in public and irrevocably severed ties with her father chasing an untethered dream.
Jac looked down at the expression of hope and fear and pain and love that manifested itself in the eyes of the girl. This was terrifying, there was barely a scrap of her icy façade left. She'd unwillingly exposed her sensitive core and now there was nowhere to hide.
It was clear Zosia wanted the confirmation that she was worth something. For so long she'd been the 'stupid girl', making reckless decisions and daring to challenge her professional authority. Jac could so easily give her the love she needed, heaven knows the girl deserved it. She deserved it too. Her self-imposed solitary existence was beginning to lose its appeal. It was possible that she could allow herself to love in private and maintain her respected reputation in public, the two were not binary opposites. It was definitely possible, she just had to find it in herself to let go.
Jac rolled her hips suddenly, grinding herself against Zosia's thigh and generating friction between her own thigh and Zosia's core. Caught unawares, Zosia moaned loudly, arching her spine to press closer against Jac's hips. She thrashed her head back, hands gripping the sheets. A slither of moonlight escaped the curtains and cast an ethereal glow across a diagonal line on Zosia's face, her pale skin almost translucent. It was as if Jac was seeing her truly for the first time, all over again. She was distressingly perfect, how could she deny it?
Still astride her, Jac lowered her face to languish slow kisses up the pale column of her neck. She traced her thumb over her full lips before claiming them again with her mouth, stopping only to whisper the words, 'You are perfect' against a smile as wide as the ocean.
A/N: If you are reaching this end and are disappointed with it then I would consider writing more if the demand is there. If not, head over to my tumblr (indig0supernova) with headcannons or prompts and i'll write you something new! Thanks for sticking with me, friends xxxx