#ch. jean dumarc

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He actually lets out a laugh at that, shaking his head. She really did know how to slink her way under her skin, right there where she should exist. He wanted to keep his arms open to her, wanted to look into her eyes and find a kind of solace between them. Couldn't they live like that? Surely she wouldn't tire of him so easily and he could find a dozen or so other things that could make her stick around. At least that was the part of him that clung to wishful thinking. He had never known someone like her, she was slowly becoming everything to him. Whether or not that made him an absolute fool. "Well, I think that I'll be hoping for that outcome." He grinned a little and then stepped nearer to her. She's beautiful, there's something like a mischievous spark alighting there in her eyes. "How about we make a deal or something?" He offered, leaning towards her so he could brush a kiss to her forehead. "A deal that can include anything because I just know that I'm going to convince you to want to stick around."

@tothedevilsshow xxx

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It was a few weeks now. He appreciated thinking of the lapse of time between them in those terms. It made him feel like he had convinced her of something, something real. He could continue convincing her if she allowed him to and that was something that he really wanted to achieve. Was he in love with her? He hadn't entirely gotten that far along in his thoughts but he did feel like there was something nearing those type of feelings. She had done way more than just grow on him and he was ready - pretty ready - to accept that as permanent. But was she? Walking into the room he set down the bag of food and then turned to face her where she sat. She was really something. Entirely different from most other girls that he had known. Something between a facade and an enigma. Did she even realize the kind of spell she worked over him? "I got your favorite." He called out to her as he started to unload the bag. "Aren't you going to give me something in return?"

he kisses her forehead with a surprising gentleness. he was different than most guys that she had known. she wasn't one to ever get mixed up in anything. she had fleeting things, with rough hands from different places that she never saw again, taking what seh could from them like she did with everyone else. it was just the way it worked, how she worked, the easiest way to get by until this hollywood gig had turned things around a bit. it was a lot more fun to make money out of these rich idiots who looked to her for their futures than it was traveling from town to town. and besides she was where she wanted to be.

but then there was jean. he had nothing she wanted. not really. he had paid her before to speak with his parents. and she actually had, done a real job for the first time in forever. and sometimes he looked at her like she was something she wasn't. but she liked playing that game, didn't she? being something she wasn't. "you have a deal, mister." she says, reaching out her hand to give his arm a light pinch. "i'm looking forward to seeing what you do."

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@inprometheanfire​

“this is what a full meal looks like.”

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@inprometheanfire​

“Are you coming with me?”

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@inprometheanfire​

“I do this for a good cause.”

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@inprometheanfire​

“those tacos don’t look right.”

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@inprometheanfire​

“what are you trying to tell me?”

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@inprometheanfire​

“I need this to wake me up.”

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@inprometheanfire​

“ is that really your final answer? “

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He doesn't have to turn around to see the dress to know that she wore it to perfection. She could wear a scrap of cloth or nothing at all and be the most gorgeous. In fact that just might be when she looked her best. Without a single thing on and something in her eyes saying that she wanted him here. She wanted him more than she wanted anyone else. That was a privilege and that was the one thing that he depended on more than anything. She wouldn't leave him. She hadn't left him yet.

"I guess it's enough." He answered with a small laugh before he finally does turn around, his hands falling to her waist and his eyes looking down into hers. "So you're just going to..." he gestured back behind him at the food on the counter. "...watch me cook? Stand there looking pretty for me?" Oh, she'd get something out of that, he knew that much.

this little apartment actually feels comfortable. a place that she had just started to settle on. she wants so badly to leave. this wasn't helping her any. she knew that. she was aware of that every single morning. it's a quaint enough place. but beyond that? this was not how she wanted to live her life. but then she'd see him. she's turn and see him sitting there, writing or just watching the tv. she's turn and have to study him. the fall of his dark hair in his eyes, the tattoos along his arms. she liked tracing them, pressing kisses over the parts with color, asking why this one or that one. watching the way his lips formed each word, the spark he gets in his light eyes when he he has his hands on her.

she gets up to join him in the kitchen. he taking out the food. it is her favorite. she hates that sometimes it feels like he knows things about her that he shouldn't. favorite food is nothing. but there's something about him, it makes her stay. she slips behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. the side of her face pressed against his back. she likes how he feels there. solid and real in her arms. it's a new feeling. eventually she'll break his heart. she'll forget him. but he won't forget her. is that what she wanted? "you're terrible." she says with a small laugh. "i wore this dress for you. i'm sure it's enough."