Fourth to last chapter, maybe? c:
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[Quote #8]
"They say true love is blind; that real romance is timeless."
- Tyler James Williams, "Don't Run Away"
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{Jas'marieé's House, Sunday December 14th, 2:38 am}
(Jas'marieé's P.O.V.)
After a stressful night, I laid in my bed and slept. During my sleep, I kept thinking about Sevarion and how he simply died in front of me. It was definitely going to be different with him not being around.
His last words lingered and refused to diminish; like a tattoo on my memory of him.
'I hope you change too...' He told me.
Change...I never really liked change at all. Change requires a lot, and I believe it's too much for me to offer. Seemingly, change was coming easier for me as these days progress. Forgiving my enemies was my form of change, and I was well proud of myself; never in a million years did I ever believe I would forgive Sevarion. I was glad I did, too; weight lifted off of my shoulders.
An hour into my sleep, I heard rustling and turning. I peeked one eye open, and I felt an arm wrap around me. My hair was shifted to one side, and a kiss was planted behind my ear. I turned my body around, only to be greeted by the presence of Prince. He gave me tired but sympathetic smile.
Jas'marieé: Prince? How did you get in here?
Prince: B-More gave me an extra lesson on how to sneak into places without you hearing me.
Jas'marieé: It's too early to be learning.
Prince: Never too early.
Jas'marieé: Why are you in my bed, anyway?
Prince: I missed laying next to you.
Jas'marieé: I bet you do.
He laughed lightly and pulled me closer to him. I moved away slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.
Prince: I'm sorry, babe.
Jas'marieé: For what?
Prince: What I've done. I fucked up.
Jas'marieé: Indeed you did, but I don't know how to feel. I forgive you and all, but I'm all over the place.
Prince: Understandable, but I hope we can clear everything up.
Jas'marieé: Maybe.
Prince: We're a bipolar ass couple, you know that?
I laughed and nodded.
Jas'marieé: We are. I'm still stuck on the fact that I caught you and my cousin fucking, and we fought, then you and I fought, then we had sex. It's weird.
Prince: Yeah...About that, I'm sorry that I even hit you. That was out of my own anger, though it's no excuse for anyone to lay hands on a female. Especially someone that I care about.
Jas'marieé: It's fine, Prince. Shit, I wanted to fight you more than you wanted to fight me.
Prince: Crazy, much?
Jas'marieé: (laughs) Whatever! I'll tell you this, though.
Prince: What?
Jas'marieé: That sex was great.
Prince: (sarcastically speaking) Oh, and I'm the pervert?
Jas'marieé: I'm just saying! Nigga, you grew. That shit was mind-blowing. Hell, I go crazy just thinking about it.
Prince: I can tell. My back is still scratched up from your ass. A nigga put in work!
I smiled, moving closer to him.
Jas'marieé: Let me see?
He shrugged and I tugged on his shirt, slowly pulling it off. I bit my bottom lip and made him turn around for me. I saw his back, and damn; I really did a lot.
Jas'marieé: Damn.
Prince: I know, right?
I touched his back, tracing every scratch.
Jas'marieé: Does it hurt still?
Prince: Nah, but I like it. Reminds me of that moment every time I see it.
Jas'marieé: Yeah, and it reminds every other trick that I have made my mark.
He turned to me and smirked.
Prince: Babe, you're mad?
Jas'marieé: As if. Never been the jealous type.
Prince: Give me a few hours and I bet you'll have two reasons to be jealous if I was ever with another girl.
Jas'marieé: Prove it.
Prince: You don't want no static, with your sexy ass.
Jas'marieé: I want all of your static.
I raised an eyebrow seductively and smiled, playing with his belt buckle. I undid it finally, making me all giddy inside because he didn't tell me to stop. I kissed him and he responded by peeling off my Hollister shirt and my shorts. We didn't break the kiss as he got on top of me. I parted my legs and he came in between them; I could feel him pressing up against me and I got hornier by the second.
He slid my underwear off and I expected him for go in and do me senselessly with his stroke. Instead, he did the opposite; he kissed from my lips to my neck, my neck to my chest, my chest to my navel, my navel to my wetness. I felt my body go numb as he went tongue deep. My breathing slowed up as he kept going. He bit me, and like that, I was gone. I came, clutching onto the sheets. He moved up to my lips again, kissing me slowly.
Prince: That was reason number one. You're too good.
Jas'marieé: My God....Now, not to be so blatant, but fuck me senseless.
Prince: You got it.
And like that, the rest of the night was a steamy blur...
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The next morning, I woke up with my breathing ragged and a growing pain between my legs. Damn it, Prince. I finger-combed through my sweated out hair, sighing happily; everything was great again, and I didn't want to fuck it up.
I stretched, moving the covers off of my body. I searched around for my bra, finding it in one of the corners of my room. The next thing I needed to find was my underwear. I looked everywhere, and found it nowhere. Ridiculous!
I plopped on the opposite side of my bed, and I fell onto the covers; there was nobody there. What the hell? Where was Prince? I got back up, searching around the house for him. He wasn't in any room, and I was pissed.
Jas'marieé: (mumbles) This nigga did a hit and run.
I went back to my room and put my Hollister shirt back on. I slid back under the covers and crossed my arms. I was mad as hell.
Suddenly, I hear keys jingling outside my front door. Like that, Prince and B-More walked in my room. I began to feel awkward and embarrassed as B-More examined how the top sheet was hanging off the bed and my shorts lying in front of them.
B-More: Two predictions here--(points to Prince) He got some pussy...(points to Jassie) and you got some dick.
Prince: Something like that...
Prince winked at me before walking over and kissing me on the cheek.
Jas'marieé: Where were you?
Prince: I met up with B-More, babe. Why, you jealous? (smirks)
Jas'marieé: No! (whispers) Have you got my underwear?
He took them out of his pocket and tried to hand them to me lowkey. B-More laughed silently as I put them on under the covers. He gave Prince dap.
B-More: Damn, let me find out...
Prince: Gotta celebrate the win, right?
Jas'marieé: Ugh. You guys are perverts.
Prince: Says the one who rode me for-
Jas'marieé: Shush! Anyway, what do you guys want?
B-More: We have good news.
Jas'marieé: What?
Prince: We scoped the scene in Jersey.
Jas'marieé: And?
Prince: Royalty's previous trap house is this abandoned building near Sasha's house.
My eyes widened.
Jas'marieé: I knew it! That building was too sus.
B-More: You've seen it before?
Jas'marieé: When I visited my mom. I knew it was too creepy!
Prince: It really is.
Jas'marieé: Did you guys go inside?
B-More: Nah. It's dawn, and we'd look suspicious if we were to do so.
Prince: Well, what do we do?
B-More: Wait it out this whole week. Stick together. On Friday, there will be a mandatory training. Saturday night, we will go to this building and collect evidence, which includes my mini surveillance cameras and a few pictures of the place.
B-More checked his G-Shock, frowning.
B-More: I'll be on my way. Goodbye, y'all.
He chucked up the deuces, leaving the house, leaving Prince and I together. Prince sat next to me and kissed me on the lips. I bit my bottom lip when he pulled away.
Prince: I missed that.
Jas'marieé: Me too.
Prince: So am I out of the doghouse?
Jas'marieé: For now.
Prince: (pretends to wipe sweat away) Phew.
Jas'marieé: Don't do me wrong, Jake.
Prince: I promise...
Intense silence.
Prince: He died, yeah?
Jas'marieé: Who?
Prince: Sevarion.
Jas'marieé: Yeah...Early this morning. I forgave him, Prince.
Prince: Interesting. I still hate him.
Jas'marieé: I know you do. I'm not forcing you to feel sorry.
Prince: I'm sorry he died, but I'm not sorry for hating him.
Jas'marieé: You're being stubborn.
He looked over his shoulder at me.
Prince: Let's not go there.
Jas'marieé: Sorry.
Prince: I can't help but resent him, babe.
Jas'marieé: Understandable. But at least we are almost done with this life of strife.
Prince: You're right.
I got up and stretched.
Jas'marieé: I'm going to shower...
Prince: Aight.
I walked to the bathroom and looked at my puffy, black mane. I almost disrobed out of my clothes when I felt a lurching in my stomach. Like that, I threw up; air, water, and all. As I hovered over the toilet, I heard Prince calling my name.
Prince: Jassie, you okay in there?
Jas'marieé: Uh...yeah! I'll be fine.
My eyes turned green as I spit before flushing the toilet. I sighed scaredly.
'Just fine...' I thought to myself.
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Wooo...Jassie, B-More and Prince are a power team!
What'll happen next? :)
And is Jassie....? :o
*Mindless Fact Of The Day*
There is a Ustream today! And MB will be in Orlando 12/27 for Prod's B-Day! :)