To anyone sticking around for this story, please accept all the love and virtual kisses! Here's a little chapter until I can update again next month. :)
A warmth dragged down her back, soft and light. She sighed. It felt like sun encased in skin, the perfect way to start of a morning.
"Jazmine."
Though that voice was ruining it. Heavenly, but ruining it.
The last thing she needed was a reminder that she was a person. With a name. She wanted to roam through the comforting darkness behind her eyelids for a little longer, dead to the world and dead to any real thoughts.
"Jazmine."
Ugh. She pushed her head further into the strange warm peace that encased her. She just needed more time. More time to relish in the darkness. In the silent calm before the storm.
" Dubois. I know you hear me."
Nothing was worth leaving this dome of safety she had found. She didn't care, not even when the chill of morning air suddenly graced her bottom. Or when the sun on her back rose away from her…
And smacked hard against her ass.
" What the FUUU-"
Jazmine jumped up, her feet sinking firmly into her bed, toes gripping the mattress.
Huey stared up at her from where he still laid ; his eyes low, red, and as beautifully brown as ever.
" Sorry." He spoke again, and oh his voice. How did she find it annoying in her mid-slumber ?
" You were ignoring me. And I needed you to get up."
Jazmine groaned. Lowering back to the bed. " Why ? Isn't it Saturday."
" It is. I have practice in an hour."
Jazmine's eyes widened comically. What did he need to wake her up for then ?
" So go to practice.:
Huey narrowed his eyes. " We need to talk."
Jazmine breathed in deeply. Forcing her eyes not to stray from his eyes.
To dangerous places like his collarbone covered in bitemarks, Or the cut on his lip from where she bit him hard as he kissed her through an orgasm.
The third and fifth time.
" Is it about the biting ?" Jazmine attempted to joke, but Huey just sighed in response. "No. Though we will have that talk. It's just postponed."
Huey cleared his throat, standing. Jazmine averted her eyes as he searched for his clothes.
" This is happening apparently." He spoke into the silence. Jazmine held her breath. Nodded.
She didn't need to look at him to know he was watching her.
"And I get it's for your project. But. For my sanity, and yours, I think it's important to lay some ground rules."
Jazmine twirled a clump of her hair between her fingers. It was matted. She tugged on it, and winced.
Her scalp was sore ; even the tendrils of her hair seemed to hurt.
She remembered him tugging on her hair, pulling her closer as he –
Kissed along her hairline, easing the ache as he caused it. Lifting her gently.
No. The fog was lifting. The sleepy brain cells realigning. And Jasmine finally came to a nonremarkable but drastic conclusion.
Him being softer with her did not clear up any thoughts for her. In fact, it made everything somehow worse.
Her hand clutched her hair tighter.
She had to remain calm. Last night ( ugh last night), and any night after had to be cordial at worst, amicable at best. They were friends with bennies. For her report. That's all.
" Jaz. Look at me."
Though she had to figure out how to deal with the horrific sexiness of her best friend's morning voice in a way that didn't involve pouncing him like a maniac.
Letting go of her hair, Jazmine faced him. He was fully dressed, his shirt caught slightly on his pants, revealing a glimpse of his v line.
"I meant into my eyes Jazmine."
Heat overtook her face as her eyes raced to fix her mistake.
She frowned at the sparkle she found in his own gaze. "What ?" she asked defensively.
He smirked. "Nothing. That was just one of the things I wanted to open up about."
" Wha-"
He was moving. Oh god. Jazmine averted her eyes to her feet as he moved to sit next to her, the bed creaking as he sat next to her.
"You wanted me to stop being a creep?" Jaz scoffed weakly, looking back up at him.
He shrugged. "Not necessarily. Just stop being all shy about it. It's awkward and it makes me regret this."
It wasn't like Huey to hold back any punches.
Swallowing the lump in her through, Jazmine looked back at her feet. "Noted Freeman."
He sighed. A warm touch graced her chin, and she found herself unwillingly looking into his eyes again.
"The second thing. Stop avoiding eye contact with me. I'm still the same person you annoy without shame daily."
Except now you've seen me naked. And your tongue has been between my legs.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed back those memories to look Huey square in the eye. "You know it baby."
He looked at her like she had grown a second head, shaking his fro lightly before continuing. "Okay weirdo. Thirdly we only have sex with each other. For safety. But that doesn't mean we are exclusive. So if you see me with anyone, you better not be weird." His eyes narrowed at her. "I'm serious."
What on her face gave it away?
"Of course, Huey." Jazmine forced the usual syrupy sweetness that coats her voice back in place. She leaned back. "Honestly that's quite a relief."
Maybe putting her attention on another guy is just what she needs.
" Huh. That's cute."
Her head snapped back up. "What is."
He rolled his eyes "Nothing. I wish you all the luck in your friendly endeavors with the imaginary men you never talked to prior to this."
He stood up. Jazmine watched his back muscles flex as he wandered to her bathroom. "And Jazmine?"
With a deep breath, she forced her eyes to his face. He looked at her impassively – too calm for someone who made her ride his face twice in one night. "I want a detailed update on your project weekly. Your first is due in two days."
Jazmine sputtered, ready to protest, but he had already closed the door on her. A few seconds later she heard the shower running.
He wanted a report. Which, honestly, makes sense. He isn't having sex with her for funzies. This was a favor to her and he wanted to make sure that she was keeping up with her side of the transaction.
What an asshole.
For not having sex with you out of desire?
Jazmine groaned, standing. Thoughts like that were why she wanted to stay in the dome of darkness just a little bit longer. Warm and surrounded by that husky rich smell of his.
She could pretend the world wasn't upside down. Pretend she isn't betting her favorite friendship for a doomed fantasy.
Jasmine slowed her movements as she reached for her dresser, her lips pursing. One of Huey's sentences flowed back into her sleepy brain.
"Wish you all the luck in your friendly endeavors with the imaginary men you never talked to prior to this."
How could her brain have been so backed up that insult didn't even register ?
Is that what he thought of her? As some loser who couldn't bag a guy who would fuck her so he had to make the sacrifice.
Jasmine glared at the shirt she was about to throw on, the shower water like a blaring horn against her ears.
Maybe she could stand the non-emotional sex.
And maybe she could stand Huey with other girls.
But she would NOT stand for him thinking he was above her.
He was lucky she even considered him for this project! She could have asked anyone – Caesar, Riley, that boy who always asks for her notes in math class –
Jasmine's eyes widened. A sinister smile formed itself on her face.
Not exclusive, huh Huey Freeman?
She'll show his mean butt not exclusive.
