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You're Not Him. (Part 2)
Evangeline x Jacks
Summary: After the unfortunate ending of their night together, Evangeline seeks to process the situation by spacing herself away from Jacks. Jacks has other plans.
Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE AND CONSENTING. Evangeline is rather innocent in this, as I imagine she comes from a rather pure culture, loss of v-card, MINORS DNI, unprotected. This should be updated as I edit.
I'm... alive?
Evangeline wasn't aware of how to process so much information at once. So... she had sex with the prince of hearts, mind-numbingly if she might add. She wasn't aware that women were supposed to... enjoy that. To be fair, enjoy was not the correct word. Eva's body was still shaking, aftershocks had rolled through her the whole way to her room.
That she was now hiding in, mind you. Legs shaking, heart palpitating, and mind absolutely running marathons, Evangeline sat on her bed with her arms crossed around her knees, rocking back and forth.
That was where she was when an aggressive knock him the wood on her bedroom door. She had locked the door behind her so it would be obvious no one had come in, and they would assume she died in her sleep. But here he was, most likely waking up most of the castle.
A groan came from behind the door as she heard the doorknob rattle, "Why would she lock it..." he seemed to be talking to himself.
But he wasn't yelling at her like usual. Why? Did he think she had already died?
What would he do if he found her here? Perfectly alive and lowkey having a panic attack in the middle of her king size bed? Would he be happy? Angry? Angry that it's her and not the woman he had wanted?
And to say that she loved him back...
"For fates sake," she heard him whisper, "Little Fox, listen to me, if you can I need you to get the door, otherwise I'm going to have to kick it down."
A small gasp left her mouth, because why? Breaking down the door when she's dead would place him at the scene, so why? Was he hoping she was alive?
Slowly, she got up from the bed. Stepping slowly and quietly, she rounded to the opposite side of the bed away from the door. She was at a loss for what to do. Open the door and act like its nothing? Wait for him to kick down the door?
That seemed rather dramatic, but she just couldn't bring herself to open the door and ruin the amazing night. Minutes earlier she had felt light as air, and now it was as if her stomach was being weighed down with her anxiety.
Her eyes slid to the bathroom as she heard Jacks back up from the door... maybe if she hid out of sight, he would think she had run off somewhere else?
No, nope, Jacks was too smart for that.
She heard him take a deep breath.
But it was certainly worth a shot.
She made a beeline for the bathroom door as quietly as she could. As she heard the impact of the door hitting the bedroom floor, she stepped into the far corner of the bathroom and held her breath.
Time stood still, as if it were watching the event unfold.
"Evangeline?" Jacks called from the bedroom, she heard him pace to one side of the bed, maybe crouch and look underneath.
But then it was quiet, so quiet as she stared at the floor, she wasn't sure if he was even still there anymore. She took the opportunity to take a slow and deep breath. Had he fallen for it? Was he gone? Relief flooded her body but was soon washed away as she looked up from the marble floor.
His eyes would always feel like a shock to her. The blue was oceans and thunderstorms, and they were piercing into her at that moment.
"I--"
But the look on his face stopped her. He looked so different from how she had ever seen him. He was standing shirtless in his trousers, the soft definition of his abs forming an eleven on his stomach, his pants hanging low on his v-line. His hair was messy, and his cheeks flushed. But the look in his eyes was pure fear mixed with relief as he scanned her head to toe.
"You're here," was all he said.
She started to stutter, "Uhm, yeah." She whispered, motioning down to herself.
He took a step forward, she crowded further into the corner. "So why are you hiding?"
It sounded so stupid to say, "well, because i thought you'd see that i'm alive and be upset." So, she fiddled with a strand of pink hair, scanning the bathroom tiles, and said: "Because I'm here."
He seemed to exhale a deep breath at that. She thought he'd be confused by what she had said, but she saw by his expression that he understood perfectly.
She flinched when he took a step forward again, feeling goosebumps rise across her skin. Emotions were flooding her veins, and they tripled when his hand grabbed hers.
She spoke to the floor, "I'm so--"
"No."
Then he was pulling her to him, backtracking out of the bathroom and back towards the bedroom. She didn't fight, didn't pull away, Evangeline let him lead.
When they were standing in front of the bed, he stopped and pulled her closer. She flinched again when he raised a hand but did her best to relax when it landed softly on her cheek and brushed her hair behind her ear. His forehead landed on hers, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
She pulled away to meet his eyes, "What... why?"
He turned them around quietly, brushing a hand down her night dress as he guided her to sit on the end on the bed and he knelt between her legs. He looked up at her from his spot on his knees, "Everything I've put you through, Evangeline. Every cut, every unnecessary bruise."
Startled, she merely said: "It's fine."
"No. No, Little Fox. Every time you were hurt, and I convinced myself not to care, I should have been holding you--healing you."
She went to grab his hand, "You didn't know, Jacks."
He shook his head solemnly, "It doesn't matter," he stood slowly, pushing her back to lay on the bed so he could cage her between his arms. "Eva," he whispered, "I have loved you since we jumped from that cliff, and I have spent the past half year convincing myself I didn't want you because I knew I would kill you. So, I let you hurt, because comforting you felt like giving into you as well..."
She watched his eyes scan the column of her neck, down her arms and thighs and any bit of exposed skin he could find. She watched his chest rise and fall as admiration settled in his eyes, and it drove her next words.
"I love you too."
It was quiet when he suddenly met her eyes, but she was quickly overwhelmed when his tortured groan was followed by a kiss so long over-do that she felt him pulling her closer with his mouth. Her moan was as sweet as his lips as she placed her hands on his biceps and squeezed.
Yes. It was definitely a kiss to die for.
"But you won't." She heard him whisper in response to her thoughts. He pulled away, "You're still here." And he moved to her neck, placing kisses down her arms, across her fingers. "And I'm not letting you go."
With that, he looked to her for permission as he slightly lifted her slip above her thighs. She nodded breathlessly, moving up to her elbows before he pushed her back down.
His eyes turned dark, "I've been waiting too long for you to just move as you please. Stay. Still."
Evangeline did as told, lifting her hips and allowing him to pull her slip up and over her head, leaving her bare except for her panties.
There was another groan as his hand slid over the subtle rise of her stomach and up to her breasts. His eyes wondered over every freckle, every small wrinkle of skin before he lowered his lips to her collarbone.
Her mouth fell open in a moan as he peppered open mouthed kisses down her chest, but her head threw back with a scream as he moaned around one of her breasts.
"God, Eva..." He kissed his way to the other side, biting down softly, "Mine, all mine."
"I'm yours, Jacks."
His eyes rose back to hers as his hand slid down her stomach to the cotton between her thighs. "Promise."
"What?" The air was getting thick, and she was becoming dizzy from the cold feeling of his fingers. His mouth had lowered to hers, just barely brushing her lips as she panted for him.
"Promise me, Evangeline."
Oh. Her head snapped back into place at the desperation in his eyes. "I promise Jacks, I'm all yours."
She gave a shrill squeal as he ripped the seams of the panties, but it was soon devoured by his mouth finally reaching hers.
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