Partial Seahorse

Part 2

May 7, 2013

"Charlotte, can I have this dance?" Jacob asks, holding a hand out.

"No, unlike the other 7 times, she doesn't want to dance with you." Shawn says, smirking.

"Shawn, could you be jealous?" Jake asks.

"Of you? Kinda my twin sister, man." Shawn shivers.

"Of your sister. I'm a catch."

"Yeah, sure. Just try not to have sex on the dance floor. This is a Christian event." He whispers.

"Let's dance." I say, taking his hand.

Jacob smiles at me.

"Though you really should dance with some other girls. Or even the guys." I look at the young men having a dance context.

"Girl code won't let any other girl dance with me. And why would I want to dance with anyone else when my Queen is in front of me?"

Internally, I swoon. Out loud I say.

"Well, maybe I want to dance with other guys."

"Charlotte Jasmine Coleman, am I being replaced?"

"The thing is, you thought you were ever in."

Jake grins at me.

"Why is my only response, I love you?"

"Your love for me is blinding."

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I lick Jake's nipple. He shivers and grunts.

He thrust into me, perfectly hitting my g-spot. I roll my eyes.

Jake bites my neck. My eyes close

"Who is a little slut?" I ask.

Jake shivers again.

"You know you are but what am I?" He responds.

"You're King of the sheets."

"Anything for my Queen." He punctuates his point with a thrust.

If I made noise, I'd be screaming. But instead my eyes lose focus.

"I'm cumming." Jake says.

"Pull out." I remind him urgently.

He does.

"Char, you're so hot." He says, peppering my face with kisses.

"I have to go."

"No fair."

"It's 6am. People are going to be waking up soon."

"Which is why we should have had sex before we fell asleep."

"Be honest, you love my sleeping face as much as my sexed face."

"Very true." He kisses my lips. "Fifteen more minutes."

"Okay." I roll over and snuggle him.

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"Where have you been?" Shawn asks me as I sit down.

"Um."

"At least it wasn't with Jacob. He's been here 20 minutes."

"He didn't have a face full of make up to take off and reapply."

Shawn looks at me, closely.

'You were with Jacob. Y'all were having sex.' He thinks at me.

'We were asleep for some of the night.'

'You spent the night?! You know this hotel searches for hookups.'

I shrug.

'We've never been caught before.'

'Do I even want to know how many times?'

'Every wedding since Stephanie and Steven.'

'We were 13.'

'Jake was 12.'

'The very first year we all had our own rooms, y'all went for it?'

I shrug again.

"Please cease all conversations, telepathic or otherwise." Our mother says, looking at us. "The bride and groom will be joining us in a few minutes."

I glance at Jacob and raise my glass. He raises his in response.

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"You know, you could spend the night." Jake whispers as Shawn wonders away.

"And get Shawn mad at me?"

"How can my best friend cockblock me all the time?"

"All the time?" I ask, lifting an eyebrown. "Last night, night before, rehearsel dinner. Oh, and when they came for their pre wedding discourse."

"Char, I need you."

"I'll video call."

"Lottie." Shawn calls.

I skip to him and entwine our arms.

I look back at Jacob and blow him a kiss.

"Can I sleep over?" Shawn wastes no time asking.

'To make sure I stay in my bed the while time?'

'Maybe I just miss you. Love weekends have a way of driving you and Jacob together.'

'I just can't wait...'

'To be king.'

'To be his official Queen. All decked out in white.'

'Urgh.'

'Shawn, won't you give me away?'

"Urgh.'

"Sleepover!" Mikky shouts, launching out of the family room.

'Urgh.' I look at Shawn.

"Of course you kiddos can join us."

"We are 11. We are tweens." The monsters chant together.

"Were we that creepy?" I ask Shawn.

"Yes, you were." Mom calls from inside.

"None of my children are creepy." Dad says.