"Enough small talk, I've been waiting all day," An amused smile of his own took place along his lips as he internally studied her words. "I didn't get any of you yesterday because I was bad, remember?"
"Well If you want me right here, you'll have to be patient,"
"-And why's that, daddy?"
The girl sat back with a broad, soft smile—she couldn't help but grin when their eyes met, locking in a sweet gaze, wordlessly wholesome. "That's a great idea," She was the half to pry themselves from the embrace of limbs and the thick blanket.Goosebumps were instant, a yawn torn from her lips as she scooped up the cotton to encompass the man's decency beneath his pants long minutes before. Her arm was quick to delicately extend the fabric to the man, an offering.
The girl's hands shook as she held the device between the pair, eyes wide, holding the man's before her to sit beneath thick, furrowed brows. "Is everything okay?" his question was soft, the girl's finger inching towards the file—it still wasn't too late to back out.The girl held her ground with an impulsive click."How could you do this?"
"Why didn't you tell me about this before? I could've driven you all those times, you know?" Jasper's words were soft as he spoke, eyes holding Genevieve's through a harsh hue of morning sunlight. She offered him a smile, caught between the rock of morning suburban hustle beyond the windows of the sleek car and the gentle clasp of Jasper's hand around her own."I'm a big girlsometimes, I thought I could manage finding my own way too and from," She offered him a twist of a smile as she sat, leaning over the separation of a dividing compartment and cupholder-duo. She lowere
The man's hands moved to beneath the hair at the back of her head, fingers brushing a raised scar beneath in a way strangely prudent."If the phone or doorbell rings, we're ignoring it," His eyes held hers with a sense of content, a gentle smile staining the shadows of his own lips."Can you carry me?" the girl whispered the words after a long moment, laughing giddily as the man sl
"Okay, so; you have to work and I have to meet up with a friend to catch up on school—what time of the day does that leave us to have a little playtime?" Genevieve's question was sweet as she rolled to her other side, eyes meeting the may who lay behind her moments before, now in front.He smiled softly as she settled before him, a soft and innocent brow quirked with the tone of the question, her hands tucking around the lip of the duvet against them. Her eyes held his without fear, her gaze strong yet vulnerable and giving in a sense the man could not place.
"Have you done your last task?""Yes,""-And how did that go?"Genevieve inhaled deeply, one leg crossing over the other, eyes fixing to the familiar, older, worn-looking man
The man smiled with her words, hands lifting affectionately to the frame of Genevieve's face, marked by her ears. Their eyes remained fixed on one another's comfortably, breaths warm together. "You're somehow hexing, kitten,"Her heart stammered in her chest as if it were to be fumbling, stuttering at a loss of words; a loss of breath and inner balance, tipped by a shy affection as his words played with the spoiling of her heart. "I like that one,"
There was something oddly subtle about the way sunlight of a youth fell against the ivory skin of a familiar girl. Her frame had become kin of the sheets, Jasper's hand kin of her skin. She writhed and gasped in the light of morning, lips parted by a wide girth of breath, eyebrows knitted and fingers clasping on the dishevelled, crumpled linen of the bedding beneath her.The man lay above her, watching gasping breaths tumble from between her collarbones and through her lips as he offered her sweet, small smiles.