“We are young, we are free
Like renegades, like James Dean
Beat the drum, sing off-key
You set me free, you set me free”
Gorgeous - X Ambassadors
I was ready the second Jerome knocked my door. That son of a bitch ordered me to finish my week’s work before I left, what took me hours. Basically I had fifteen minutes to dress up and makeup.
When I opened the door, the ginger boy, aka my boss, smiled and approached, kissing me lightly.
-I hate you.
He made a face and sighed.
-Really? But I brought you flowers!- He gave me his right hand, that he was hiding, with a yellow rose, the ones I always keep in my office table.
I couldn’t stop a smile, giving him space to enter, sniffing the rose’s sweet perfume.
-Aw cheers. Come on in.
-We have to be there in five minutes.
I laughed while going to my kitchen, to put the flower in the water.
-Since when do you care for arriving in time?- I went back to the living room, just to find Jerome gaping- You ok, Jay?
-Yes- He answered low and then messed his hair- We are going to be late.
I nodded and sighed, taking my bag and giving him my hand to hold.
-Right, then. I am ready.
The night couldn’t be more normal. Too much normal. Jerome took me to dinner in a bistro next to my apartment, that served fried chips and cool coke. He never mentioned work or Jack, the guy I was supposed to have lunch with, that, by the time, probably would be dead in some alley. We talked as a couple’s first date, and after that we walked home.
He gave me his jacket, because of the cold, a cliché act that I was sure the Jerome Valeska I knew would never do. But he did.
-I’m thinking getting a kitty to live with me.
-A kitty? That’s new- I laughed, holding his arm stronger- Where will you catch it?
-My neighbor has a ginger one that always escapes and enters my kitchen. Maybe I don’t want to give him back.
I grinned at the story, hiding my face in his shoulder. We kept walking to my building, our breaths doing smokes in the cold air. When we arrived the red door, Jerome turned me to him and kissed my cheek.
-It was amazing. Let’s do it once more, if you want.
-Yes, it would be nice- I answered, a battle within me about invite him up or not.
He was being gentler than I expected, but how could I trust in such a bipolar person?
-Jay!- I said when he left me and went to his car. The boy looked me over his shoulder- Uhm, your jacket.
-You can give me tomorrow- he said, a smile still playing in his lips although he seemed disappointed. Before he opens his car’s door, I went to him, calling again.
-Yes?- he said, not eyeing me.
-Would you like to come over?
He stopped and sighed loudly, turning around just to show a mischievous smile.
-Would you like me to?
He following me up just meant one thing that I would like very much. I walked over to him, looking around the empty street and hugged his waist, kissing his neck.
-Yes- I murmured in his ear, feeling his hands searching for mine in the very minute.
I let go of him while he lead me into the building and went up the stairs. When we reached the third floor, Jerome leaned me over the door, kissing me hungrily and unlocked it with my keys, that once was in my back pockets. I got rid of his jackets and took off my heels before he catch me in his lap and walk to my bedroom, making me giggle. He didn’t let go of my lips as we laid in the mattress, his left knee opening space between my legs, getting closer. His hair touching my cheeks, my hands pressing his lower back. A moan came from his lips, giving me place to lower the kiss frequency. All feelings inside my chest were taking control of my acts. I didnt wanted that to be as the others nights: quickly and arid. He felt my change and seemed impressed, but instead of stop kissing me, he followed my rhythm, bringing his hands to cup my face.
As all thing intensified, we took off our clothes. His cold fingers chocking my hot skin, wet lips all over my chest and lazy moves between my thighs.
-Jay…- I moaned and he answered me with a lightly kiss on my shoulder.
Although we had done sex more than once, this time was different. Was personal. He followed my moves and we came together, what resulted in loud groans, that probably the neighbor would complain next morning.
He skipped to my side, his breaths catching, his laughter locked in his smile. I still could feel his heat, not letting the cold breeze inside my apartment get me cold. Without any word, I turned, giving him my back, a sincere smile forming my face.
And when I thought it couldn’t be better…
-You are wonderful.
…he hugged me.
Aw part two of Do it Right
I felt the need of doing this one
Hope you liked
of blood, brief mention of suicide attempt
Word Count: 2428
It was a bright, dull and
microscopically sterile of a place. Three things Edward Nigma hated.
Well, he hated a lot
of things, but that particular trio in combination irked him far more profusely
than if he had encountered them individually. And certainly not in living
quarters he himself would have to exist in. But this was his current lot in
life it seemed.