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“You said I was the girl of your d r e a m s; I guess you decided to wake up.”
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Holding onto her, he rested his chin on her head, squeezing her. “Gah, I got lucky.” he chuckled to himself. “How about we get started on this place? Painting? How does that sound?”
Jennifer giggled, her fingers squeezing his nose with the tips of her fingers. “No, I did,” she teased, winking at him. “Yes, you mean painting you, right?” she winked, grabbing a dry paintbrush and holding it up at him.
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His hands fell onto her waist, holding her with such delicacy. “I love you-” he muttered once listening to her words. “And I too wouldn’t know what I would do without you. You’re everything to me.” he confessed
Jen lent her chin on his chest with a smile, “I love you too,” she hummed softly, her fingers brushing through his hair. She’d never felt so utterly and completely content around a person. Hell, she’d even forgotten that awful ginger. “You mean the world to me,” she added with a sincere smile and kiss to his lips.
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Placing the box down, he walked towards her as well, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah? I’m glad.” he smiled “I’ll keep you safe, Jennifer.. Always.” he promised, just before giving her a gentle kiss.
She rocked onto her toes as he approached her, her fingers slipping around him and pulling him closer, "it's perfect," she brushed her lips against his, reciprocating the kiss so lightly before placing another one on his lips. "I trust you and adore you –– I honestly don’t know what I would do without you,” she mumbled, her words meeting his lips.
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Following suit, Grey carried a large box in his arms. He knew they made the right choice in moving together. Much better than before, better view, better living.. Staring at her, a smile fell on his lips. “The view is beautiful..” he said softly, speaking more about her than the balcony looking out into the city.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she took it all in for a moment, a smile forming once more as she turned to look at him, a blush filtering onto her cheeks at his words. “I’ve gotta say mine is pretty good too,” she mused at him, stepping towards him.
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Jen exhaled slowly, glancing around their expanses of their new abode. With the two of them working together they’d managed to land a slightly nicer place with a view. Leaning back on the counter, she set down the box and drew a smile on her lips. “Damn,” she sighed, taking it all in and appreciating it. Never in the past five years did she think she would be here.
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Jennifer lent back on the frame of her door, exhaling slowly as she let it all soak in once more. The savage wrecking of her apartment, the ripped photos and the broken memories. Tears springing to her eyes in that same instance, what had she done? Stepping inside, she picked up the piles of photos, letting the salted trails hit them and bounce like rain. "Fuck," she sighed, placing them on the counter and throwing more couch stuffing into a bin bag.
Grey had been recovering easily after the mess that happened within the two apartments. He attempted to take things easy, especially since he knew Jennifer wouldn't be able to. Someone had to be strong for the both of them. Hearing her over in her end, the male got up cautiously, slipping his sweats over his boxers. Walking up behind her, he gave a cough to not startle her, being cautious and careful. "Hey.." he said softly, his eyes roaming over the aftermath.
Jennifer let a woeful sigh part her lips as she crouched, her hues still not grasping what had taken place only days before, her attention caught by the gentle cough that left Grey, "Hi," she whispered, rising to her feet and tying the bag in a knot, adding it to the growing pile. Moving over to him, her fingers brushed over his chest and arms, a sad smile falling onto her lips. "How are you feeling? You haven't lifted anything heavy have you?" she questioned in worry, Jen deeming herself the stronger person out of the two in his current state. Her digits brushing the cut on his lip.
Grey let his hand come around her in a gentle embrace, looking down at her. Chuckling, he shook his head in reply. "No, nothing heavy.. I just got up from my nap, meds really kicked in." he sighed, taking a hand back to rub his temple. "But I'm ready to help out as much as I can with this mess.." Grey muttered, looking over the disaster. "We can try to clean it up as much as we can Jen, but.. if I can be honest with you, maybe we should move."
Jennifer let out a small sigh of relief from his words, her arms wrapping around him as she nodded, "Good, I want you to feel better. I can do this by myself," she mentioned with a glanced up at him. "You can sit and keep me company though?" she offered, a smile drawing on her lips but it was cracked and faint. "I...I'd had the idea but...I love it here," she whispered, knowing what he was saying was right.
Grey sighed, taking a garbage bag into his hand. "I want to help, please let me. I already feel incapable of doing so much, throwing stuff into a bag wont hurt." he shrugged, his most convincing smile on his lips. "I just-..I don't know Jen, it isn't safe up here anymore.." he tried, attempting to be as gentle as possible with his words.
Jennifer caught his hand, attempting to stop him before letting a sigh fall from her lips. "You can hold the bag open." she offered, her brow raising at him as she rocked on the balls of her feet, collecting pieces of shattered plates and bowls. "I can't believe you've been here a month tops and all this has happened," she uttered under her breath, turning to him. "Y-yeah, I guess we should move."
Grey turned, beginning to throw things in the bag as well as she gave him her back. "I mean-you don't have to if you don't want to Jen, it's just a suggestion.. I know you and Bailey have grown known to this place but..just to be safe. I really don't want you to getting hurt."
Jennifer stuck her tongue out a him for a moment, her hand wrapping around her laptop and sliding it on the side, pulling open a browser and searching for apartment websites, her body turning to him. "No, no. You are right, it's just hard I guess, I love this place so much because it's been my home. But with all these memories gone ––so it the home," she shrugged, slumping as she collected rubbish and pressed her lips to Baileys head.
Grey stood behind the girl, watching as she began to search the web for possible apartments. Giving her a kiss against her again, his hands ran down her arms, massaging her shoulders gently. "I'm sorry, love... I really am." he sympathized.
Jennifer let her back meet his, not leaning on him but she liked the warmth of him against her. Leaning back to press a kiss to his cheek, she scrolled through, wondering if they could find something that was cheap, on a budget. The though passing her mind; would it be cheaper for them to live together. "it's okay babe, I'd hate myself more than I already do if you got hurt again."
Grey sighedm resting his chin on her shoulder. "Please don't hate yourself, Jen. That's far from your control, okay?" he tried, hoping she wouldn't be so hard on herself.
Jennifer couldn't help but feel bad, especially for the injuries that Grey sustained. "I can't help it. You got hurt because of me," she shrugged, her hues flicking through the apartments, "they're all pretty pricey,"
Grey kissed her shoulder before looking up to look at the laptop. "Yeah-..maybe I could get my moms to help you out?"
Jennifer shook her head, turning herself so she faced him, "no, no, I can't do that. But..."She paused, biting at her lip slightly. "What if... you moved with me? I hardly regard it as safe for you either."
Grey furrowed his brows in concern before listening to the rest of what she had to say. "I don't think that sounds like a bad idea.." he whispered, giving her a small smile. The idea of them two, really really living together? It was comforting.
Jennifer held her breath as she waited for his reaction, a small smile forming on her lips. "Then... neither of us are in danger –– and I get to keep you," she murmured gently, pushing onto her toes to give him a kiss. "That and showering with you wasn't an awful thing," she teased, turning back to the laptop.
Grey closed his eyes and smiled to himself once feeling her soft lips come in contact with his. Opening them once more and looking down, he gave her a playful smirk. "Oh yeah?" he teased as he raised a brow. "Showering with you was pretty fun in my opinion."
Jennifer found a smile playing on her lips, pressing another light kiss to her lips. "Mhhm –– I would say it was a... memorable experience, wouldn't you?" she smirked, her hands slipping around his waist.
Grey me brought her in closely, tightly embracing her. It was moments like now where he truly enjoyed Jen's presence. It wasn't just physical, they were having fun and being teasing towards one another. They had a natural connection, regardless of who tried to denied that. "I would, definitely would." he answered before bringing his hands up to her face and cuffing her cheeks gently, his thumb caressing her skin.
Jennifer felt safe in his arms, like she was going to be okay. Which was something that was true, he'd protected her at all costs and shattered several bones in the process. "Hmm, well. When you feel better," she playfully whispered in his ear and let a smile take over her lips. "I don't know what it is about you Grey Leyva, but you've got me damn hooked," she whispered, her hands holding his waist whilst her hues met his.
Grey chuckled, dramatically sighing at her words. "That's not fair!" he whined, throwing his head back. Listening to her speak, he picked up his head, turning slightly serious but a smile still on his lips. "And I don't know what it is about you, but I have completely fallen for you.." he said sincerely, eyes never leaving hers.
Jennifer hadn't felt that notion of happiness in a while; yet around him it was all she felt. "Gives you something to look forward too," she winked, pressing a kiss to his neck and letting her hair fall into her dark hues. "You make me happy," she admitted, "Like genuinely happy; as happy as Bailey makes me. Which says a lot and not just for the sex," she added with a sincere tone, not wanting him to think she was using him for a second.
Grey continued to look down at the girl, his eyes observing her, admiring even the smallest features. Looking down at her lips, he bit his own, her words tugging at him. "I'm glad I can do that, you too make me as happy as Bailey makes me." he joked before bursting into laughter, kissing the tip of her nose.
Jennifer pushed herself back onto her toes, a grin filling her lips as she paused for a moment, letting a laugh fill her and fall from her parted lips. "Ah, Bailey is the signifier of our relationship." she grinned, letting a laugh fall once more. "Now, do we clean, or lie in bed?" she pondered, shooting him a wink.
Grey sighed, coming back to reality. His eyes roamed around to the mess still encircling them. "Let's clean, and then we can lay in bed, looking for an apartment. I can massage your shoulders, and those legs..and we can order take out?" he suggested, wanting to make this situation better.
Jennifer gave him a small nod and shoved a few more pieces of crap into a bag and let a content sigh fall from her lips. "Hmm, aren't you good to me," she whispered, pulling out the takeout menus from the draw beside her and pecking his nose lightly.
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Destructive Love
Grey continued running after the petite brunette, finally both reaching the apartment building. "Jennifer, please stop.." the male pleaded as they began to head up the stairs, his focus suddenly being pulled away from Jennifer and to their apartments. "What the hell? .." he questioned eyeing as the doors were broken in.
Jennifer stopped, her body freezing in place, "no, no, no, no" she cried, rushing into her apartment to see everything in tatters on the floor, the photos of her mother scattered in the rug, her cups smashed, couches sliced, there was nothing intact. "What did I do?" she cried, Bailey running scared into her arms as she held her close. Sinking to the floor in a puddle, tears slipping down her face before she realised –– his looked the same. Moving to her door, she gasped. "I–I am so, so so sorry," she whimpered, seeing the destructing laden in his apartment; oblivious to James in her room.
Grey looked around with a pained expression. All his belongings destroyed, clothing and all with rips, picture frames that were evidently thrown against a wall, curtains torn and his room, a complete mess. Clenching his jaw, his eyes landed on his adoption day papers now torn to shreds on his wooden floor. "Fuck.." he muttered under his breath before walking over to Jennifer and bringing her into an embrace. "Shhh"
Jennifer shook her head, her eyes only springing more tears. "I-I am so so sorry," she whispered into his chest. "I... I tried to leave him," she croaked, not being able to take in the mess. Their lives had been destroyed, their belongings, their loved items, all torn to pieces and scattered. "I–I can't believe he did it to you too," she whispered, flinching as Bailey growled at her door, her ears catching the sound of falling items. The cogs turned and suddenly, she heard feet. Handing Bailey to Grey, she moved back to her door, stepping inside to see her bedroom door blown open and James inside. "What the fuck did you do?" She screamed, running to push him; anger flooding her. "What's your fucking problem, James?"
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Grey 's eyes suddenly went wide as she handed him the dog, getting up and shoving James before he could process anything. Setting the dog couch, he found himself walking over to her bedroom where now the three of them stood. "Jen, stop, okay, that's not going to help." he called out, trying to get a hold of the girl.
Jennifer wasn't mad because he'd ruined her space, her things; everything she owned. She was mad because he'd gone to far –– to hurt another person and their personal things. It wasn't fair; he wasn't fair. "No, it's not fair, he's can't just do this anymore!" Her voice a low growl as her fists hit his chest, even with a strong punch, James seemed slightly harder, only wincing slightly. "I hate you," She uttered, hitting him harder. Her hues not showing any fear as he looped her wrists and squeezed. "Such a stupid fucking girl, who do you think you are to leave me, who do you think you are other than one massive waste of breath?" He hissed down at her.
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Grey 's arm wrapped around her waist, trying to pull her away from Jame's sight but struggled with her movements. Seeing James reaction, Grey grew angry, putting the girl behind his back before giving James a good shove, making him trip slightly over his feet. "You fucking watch how you talk to her!" he growled at him, his eyes now dark with rage. "You want to hit someone because your fucking pride and ego are hurt? Take a swing! Go!"
Jennifer was terrified of James; merely because she knew what he was capable of and the lack of remorse he had, nothing ever fazed him and guilt wasn't in his vocabulary. Fidgeting slightly as Grey moved her, she shook her head, "Grey, don't do this," she begged, the last she wanted was for Grey to get hurt because of her; even if he was taller and probably stronger than James. But she winced as James hand swung at Grey's face. "Who the fuck are you? This is between me and Jen, nothing to do with you - fucking idiot. Move out my way," James growled, shoving him back.
Grey felt the sting from Jame's blow, cutting his lip slightly. Tasting the blood in his mouth, Grey allowed for himself to be shoved just before swinging back. "It does have to do with me! I'm fucking tired of you putting your disgusting hands on her, you piece of shit! You're not a man, you're a god damn coward. You want a punching bag?! I'm right here!" he called out, an arm holding Jennifer to his back. Now he was truly, immensely pissed off.
Jennifer 's hand grabbed Greys arm, the tears springing in her eyes, "James, stop it." She yelled, at least it was normal for her, at least no on else got hurt, but now; Jen had never been so scared of seeing someone else get hurt. "Oh do fuck off –– You don't know pretty little Jennifer like I do, you think you're some macho man protecting her you asshole? I suggest you leave, right fucking now. Before you make it worse for yourself." His tone growing with his anger, his fists connecting with Grey's upper body, before landing another shot at his face. James was a man who couldn't be contained when angered.
Grey pushed Jennifer out of the way as he saw James throwing more fist. He really didn't want her to get hurt, hopefully a shove to the side would be better than knocking his entire body into her. Feeling the blows once more, he let his head hang to catch his breath. Getting back up, he shoved him once more this time knocking him down. His rage was off the walls, being a completely different person. "That's all you've got? Seriously you fucking joke?" Grey chuckled. At that given moment, he wasn't Grey the next door neighbor. It was Grey, the abandoned foster kid fighting to stay alive, fighting to keep those around him safe, tired of the abuse and bullies.
Jennifer let out a scream of a cry from her lips, her hand gripping her lips as she plagued what to do. Did she ring the police, get in between them? "James, stop it. Stop, please," she begged, hoping there was some form of decent being in him. Her arms curling around her body as Grey leant down over James. "Oh you wanna see what I've got," James laughed as he rocked back onto his feet and using his body weight to shove Grey into the wall, his fists red from the previous punches he'd thrown, his fist contacting Grey's stomach several times before it all went askew. Something in James snapped and he unleashed what seemed like 20 years worth of pent anger in violence. Jen cried, grabbing at James' shoulders. "James, stop hurting him!"
Grey didn't think James would get back up so quickly. Feeling his body slam against a wall, his head bounced back giving him a wave of pain. Feeling the punches to his stomach, things began to crack, causing him to cough up blood. His eyes suddenly found Jennifer's, looking up at her with sadness and concern. He wouldn't give up just yet. "Jen, move, now!" Grey shouted, in fear that he would hurt her. Swinging his head back, he head butted the other male, finally being able to set himself free.
Jennifer heard it, the cracks and the blood that scattered his face. She'd never felt fear like that, worry. Why did she have to involve other people in her problems, why did she have to hurt people. But she didn't listen to Grey's words, she knew how violent he could get. "James, he's not the one you want, leave him alone!" she screamed, hanging onto his arm till he looked at her; only to be pushed onto the covers of her bed. "Fucking asshole," James hissed, taking only a few second to hit Grey again, it was the con Jen had found in him, his energy levels usually rocketed from boxing; it was like fighting a wall with James. "She's my fucking girl. Get. The. Fuck. Out." James hollered in between punches and his knee hitting his stomach.
Grey was now turning into a pulp, feeling where bruises would come in later on if he could survive this. "You're a scum, you're aren't a man.. You're just some fucking joke." Grey said lowly with the bit of energy he had. "She's not your girl, she's the love of my life so tough luck, dick." he spat, swinging at him again.
Jennifer 's breath caught at his words, he loved her? That was something the brunette had never really felt before –– what it was like to be loved. Grabbing her phone, she called 911, "hello, I need someone to come asap, my boyfriend seems to have lost it and has turned violent," she whispered, reeling off the address and holding her phone so she could hear James speak. "You fucking asshole, I'm gonna kill you. Beat you till no one can fucking recognise you," James harrowed after Grey's fist hit his jaw, sending a crack, his fist contacting Greys face repeatedly before turning to kick him. Jen let out a low cry, the tears falling down her cheeks as she pulled his blazer. "James!" she shouted, pulling him from Grey with what little strength she had, "You need to stop." She cried, slowly tugging him closer with the blazer that sat on his shoulders.
Grey couldn't last much longer. Sure he worked out and looked big, but fighting was not his forte, just when he was a child. Breathing heavily, he heard as she made the call, watching the anger in his eyes. "Jen-bathroom.." Grey called out, warning the girl to go and hide, he knew how badly things would turn when the cops arrived and didn't want her to fear or get hurt. "Go.." he whispered, feeling another blow, now shutting his eyes.
Jennifer couldn't breath, she'd been sobbing so hard, her hand over her chest as she looked at him. "No, no Grey," she whimpered, grabbing James with some force; a sudden adrenaline rush and shoving him. "Fucking asshole," she hissed, watching him fall and land with his head clocking the table and letting out a his, her fingers wrapping around the broken leg of her hair and holding it to his face. "I swear to fucking god James," she sobbed, arms shaking as she glared at him. "Leave him the fuck alone," she cried hitting him in the chest and crying. James' hands grabbing her arms and tightening his grip, his hand meeting her throat. "I fucking dare you," she whispered, praying for the cops to arrive, for anyone to stop him.
Grey laid against the wall, pretty sure he had a few broken bones here and there, and definitely a swollen face. Trying to hold his head up, he gave himself a push seeing as Jennifer was now in his grasp, suddenly giving him a burst of energy. "Don't you fucking dare." he called out, colliding his body with James, making sure to tackle him down with the bit of strength he had.
Jennifer didn't know what to do, how could she help Grey? "Grey, don't! I can't have you getting hurt anymore. I love you and I'm pretty sure I need you," she sighed, her fingers brushing over his back as she watched the two boys roll on the floor in a tackle, her breath caught in her throat as she rushed to the door, noticing the blue of a police officer. "He's the one in the blue plaid suit, please! He'll kill us," she whimpered, her arms wrapping around Bailey as she rushed back to the room, praying and hoping Grey was alive, was okay. She'd never forgive herself otherwis.e
Grey could finally hear the sirens.... And Jennifer's given words. He suddenly stopped at her request, letting James have the last hit as the cops came barging in. Finally, he could breath for a second, his body laying on the floor. With his arms up following police orders, he could feel his body being lifted up, his eyes quickly trying to find Jennifers. "Jen?" he called out desperately.
Jennifer ran, placing Bailey down she ran to sit by Grey, her hand grabbing his, "I'm so sorry," she whimpered, her lips meeting his. "Officers, he didn't do anything, it was in self defence or James would've killed me." she admitted with a tearful sigh. Watching James being dragged up and hand cuffed. "I'll fucking kill you! The pair of you are dead, you think this is the end of it? Better watch your fucking backs." James screamed as he was carried away, her arms wrapping delicately around Greys physique. "I'm so sorry –– I love you," she blurted, tears still streaming down her face.
Grey sighed, his hand grabbing hers. "He didn't hurt you did he?" he asked with concern, trying to see if he could feel her body for any cuts or bruises.
Jennifer shook her head, even if he'd caused her a slight sting it was nothing compared to what he had gone through for her, "Me? No," she whispered. "I can't believe his did this," she whispered, her fingers trailing over the expanses of his face and capturing his cheek, still as handsome as ever; even bruised and bloody. "I'm sorry, Grey," she whispered, darkened and sad hues meeting his own.
Grey gave the girl a small smile as best as he could. "Relax, I'll be fine. Just a few scratches." he chuckled, knowing it was more severe than that. "My words still stand though, I do love you.." he whispered to her, caressing her cheek.
Jennifer shook her head slightly, "You're fucking crazy," she laughed lightly, her hand squeezing his as she glanced over his injuries, watching as a paramedic came in with her kit to attend to his injuries. "I love you too, it just... took me a while to see," she hummed delicately, her lips curling into a half smile as the salty streams dried on her cheks.
Grey chuckled before coughing, slight pain in his side. "that's what they tell me." he joked, still trying to be humorous throughout their struggles.
Jennifer held his hand and moved him to sit on the bed, sitting next to him with a half smile painted on her lips. "Thank you –– for being my knight in shining suit," she jested with a smile, her lips meeting his for a fleeting moment before the paramedic checked for wounds.
Grey could feel the paramedics already trying to help him out, but his hand never left hers. "No problem, love.." he whispered to her, quickly returning the kiss.
Jennifer sat to the side, trying to keep him close without getting in her way, her fingers intertwining with his as her thumb rubbed the back of his hand. "Im sorry he hurt you, he ruined your things–– it's all my fault," she whispered, watching Bailey run in the door and jump on her bed, licking Grey and letting out small barks. "she loves you," Jen added
Grey groaned as the paramedics looked him over, taking notes and whispering to one another. Looking over at the dog, he chuckled softly. "And I love her." he replied, his free hand coming down to pet the furry friend.
Jennifer sat there in silence for a moment, looking over his bloodied features and injured limbs, her heart dropping at it all. She'd done this to him. None of this would've happened if that apartment stayed vacant, if she hadn't liked him. Her stomach swirled for a moment and she let out a low sigh; a worried one. One thought still in her mind; Vivian. Grabbing her phone, she sent a text to her father about a favour and his lawyer, worry creasing her. Her lips meeting his cheek, "You're one of a kind,"
Grey smiled over at the girl before hiding his face in the crook of her neck, the pain he was feeling being unbearable, of course he didn't want her to see that. "Alright, Mr.Cortez we're going to have to bring you over to the local hospital, we all pretty much agree there's a couple damages that have to be x-rayed and taken care of." said a paramedic, watching the both of them as they sat quietly together.
Jennifer used her free hand to run her fingers through his hair, her head settling on his. Sitting there for a moment and enjoying the peace that surrounded them. "It's okay, I'll come with you. Betty will have Bailey and I'll stay by your side," she told him with a kiss, a reassuring smile on her lips as she rose to her feet, her arm wrapping around him in case he needed support
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Moving his fingers up and down her folds in order to tease, he bit his lip as he watched her beneath him, the sight of her so naturally beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Groaning softly, he took a deep breath as he looked down at her hand, teasing him as well. “You are quite the tease,” he chuckled, tilting his head back for a second, in complete pleasure.
Jennifer ran her tongue over the skin of her bottom lip. A small smile induced onto her lips. “you’re one to talk,” she whispered into his ear with a delicate moan coming from her lips. Her hand picking up speed as she pressed her lips to his, Her other hand tugging on the dark locks of his hair. “I want you,” she purred into his ear.
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Grey was now exposed the girl, giving him no choice but to do the same to her. Tugging down on her pants and underwear, he swiftly removed them, coming back down to hover over her again. Chuckling softly at her words, his tongue lapped along her skin, biting and kissing his way down but was quickly interrupted once feeling her fingers come in contact with his cock. Letting out a low moan, he closed his eyes as he bit his bottom lip, his fingers coming down in between her lips, moving up and down feeling just how wet she was. “Excited for me, babe?” he said lowly.
Jessica sunk her teeth into her bottom lips softly, tugging at the skin so gently. Her hips rising to aid him in ridding her of her pants. her free hand crawling over the skin of his biceps as her other still massaged the length of his shaft, a small smirk curling on her lips, one that drifted as soon as his fingers came in contact with her entrance; a low moan parting her lips once more, “You have no idea,” she purred into his ear.
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Swirling his tongue around her nipple and gently grazing it with the edge of his teeth, Grey could feel himself growing within the towel wrapped around his waist. With Jennifer, it was quite easy to get him turned on fast, especially with the sound of his name being slipped from her lips, encouragement for him. Turning them around and now being in-between her legs, he pushed his groin just right outside of her entrance, grinding against her for teasing, his lips leaving hidden hickies on her body for only her to find later on.
It drew a shiver to her spine and a small smile onto the curves of her pink lips, her fingers gave a sharp tug on the towel that hid his lower half and let a smirk brew on her lips. A moan slipping from her lips as his shaft pressed against her clothed heat, “fucking tease,” she whispered in her breath, her fingers tracing through his hair. Her hands slipped through the slither of a gap between them; her fingers tracing the length of his cock slowly and circling the tip.
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Bringing his hands down to remove her shirt, Grey received easy access as to her not having a bra from earlier. Pulling back and sitting up slightly, he pressed kisses onto her jaw, neck and chest just before taking on her breast in between his lips, teasing her just enough.
A heat was elicited to her tan cheeks as the shirt was shed from her body, Her fingers tracing the expanses of his taut back as his lips left a trail down her skin. Delicately around the cuts and bruises that remained. “Grey,” she whimpered lightly as his lips rounded her breast.
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Hands still on her waist, they began to sneak up her shirt, feeling her bare back again. His fingers gently went over cuts and bruises that were far too small for him to patch up. Bringing them forward and feeling her stomach, Grey bit on his bottom lip until he felt hers come in contact again, kissing her with passion. Now massaging her breast, he could feel himself getting excited, his breathing heavy.
She didn't know how he had this effect on her, to make her skin spark and her insides buzz like an addiction coursed through her. Her fingers trailed his back to his shoulders and down his lean arms. A moan slipping from her lips as his hands came in contact with her breast. Her lips attacking his hungrily.
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Feeling his bare back hit his bed, Grey kept his hands securely on Jennifer, loving as she straddled him. As she pulled away, trailing kisses, the male kept his eyes closed, enjoying her very touch. He had missed it and found it so hard to keep away. “Jen-” he grunted lowly, picking his head up to look at her.
Her fingers trailed down his bare, taut chest. God, he drove her insane. No other guy she’d slept with looked like this shirtless. Her lips sucking on his neck slightly with a slow graze of her teeth before she brought her lips back to his.
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Grey’s tongue fought for dominance with hers, desperately kissing. Once feeling her pull away he shook his head, taking a deep breath to continue. It really didn’t help that he was just wearing a towel, but he wasn’t complaining once feeling the girl on him. Roaming his hands gently, he snuck them into her shirt, finger tips lightly running on her back.
Jen wondered if she'd regret it in an hour, or few but as of the moment. All she could think was how much she wanted him. Pushing him back onto the bed, her legs straddled his waist. Her lips drifting from his lips to press a trail from his jaw to his collar bone, leaving the occasional hicky with a gentle scrape of her teeth.
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Hearing her footsteps, Grey believed the girl was on her way out. The sight of her at his door way made him confused but he didn’t argue with how close she came and their immediate contact. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, the male’s breathing grew heavy, his fingers grasping onto her body tightly.
She didn’t waste any time in pulling him towards her. As soon as her body came in contact with his, she craved it. Missing it from their last meeting in her bed. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” she whispered into his lips before pressing her lips back to his, her hand cupping his jaw.
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Grey ripped his eyes away from her, growing frustrated with their complex, fucked up situations in their life. Standing up and holding his towel up with his free hand, he looked down to the floor before breathing out and heading into his bedroom, leaving her in the living room on her own. Being in the same room was hard enough, the attraction and connection so strong and demanding and yet, it would be morally wrong.. but temptation was quite the bitch. Sighing, he began gathering clothes but stopped, sitting on his bed in his towel, his thoughts getting the best of him.
Jen stood there for a moment, feeling sorry for herself. Sure their situation was hard and sure, they both landed jackasses as partners but she didn’t like the distance; the pain it was creating. She followed him, her body stopping in the doorway for a moment as her hues settled on him, “Fuck it–” she uttered under her breath. Moving towards him, her lips pressed to his in a matter of seconds, her fingers pulling him closer.
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