SHORT STORIES

waves in a pool

"Jessabell!" A voice roars through the hallways.

With each echoes pouncing on the gravel, the floor shakes as I roll my eyes walking on the tumbling pebbles thrown at me.

It's Flora Knightley. She's yelling with her microphone again.

"You know, they hate it when you do that right?" I kiss her on the cheek as I grab her hand and intertwine it with mine. Her eyes form into slits, grabbing her hand away from mine.

"Oh bugger off, will you?" she growls - the husky feedback makes me want to swallow myself whole.

Though her words are laced with anger, I can see the faint glint of mischief in her eyes, the slight curve upwards on her mouth and the slight blush creeping up her neck.

She's so mesmerizing and small. Her gorgeous hair falls, gliding down her long torso, reaching her nice curvy waist. She waves her microphone away picking up a brush running it through her auburn hair - picking up leftover flowers from when she had her self-defense training. They only bloom when she's shy or vulnerable.

If it were anyone, I would just blandly ignore them straight out flat. But with Flora...It's exhilarating.

It's playful and exciting.

I'd float around a cloud wishing to hold her and be by her side.

I love her dark skin, her luscious, big, and soft lips - especially when they're in between mine and her breasts - her beautiful small breasts. I love when she wraps her arms around me, her nails digging into my back, her cries and moans. I focus myself on her eyes - her gorgeous green eyes, with tiny specks of cinnamon that dive into those pools, the green, most prominent when she's mad, glazing with fire and spunk one of the things I love most about her. She drives me up the wall, it's liberating.

"Oh come on you love me," I smirk, planting myself on her green chair.

She scoffs, "I wonder who told you that. Besides, I was calling for Jessabell. Not you, Denvers."

She reaches for me, I grab her hand, sliding my own around her small waist, bringing her body closer to me. She gasps, her hands rest on the base of my neck. I let her thumbs play with my collarbone even if it tempts me.

"Come on, Flo. What happened to the first name basis? Or are you still mad at me because of last night?" I grin this big Cheshire cat grin. She shoves me off, with a hard shove that makes me cough, chuckling lightly.

I can see the fury burning in her eyes - a rush of anger flooding around her skin, even in areas that make me weak. Like her eyes and her shoulders. I'd love to ride my hand up her thigh, pull her leg up as she slowly gets on me and fills my ear with her intoxicating moans that drive me up the wall. Her palms would be on my chest, her nails digging on my skin as she cries out my name close to her release, she gets off me, kneeling down, her tongue grazing her bottom lip as she--

"Oh gosh. Stop flirting."

"Jessabell Reed." I grit. Gosh, she's aggravating.

"Cory Danvers. I see you're coming on to my sister." she snickers, making Flora blush like crazy.

"You know you're half-sisters right?"

"Does it matter? Oo...Really, Danvers? Sex? Right now?"

Sometimes I really do hate her telepathy. Not the someone I want to bury my soul in.

I step away from Flora, though our eyes are still intertwined.

"Gosh, Cor, really?" Flora whispers softly.

"Oh come off it, Flo, how could I resist thinking about that stuff? Especially when I'm near you." I whisper the last bit behind her ear, her breath shaky in response.

I pull her closer to me, my arm tightening the grip around her waist. Her chin lifts up and I stare at her eyes that are glazed with a dazzling shade of emerald green with faint pine. It was breathtaking.

She smirks, bringing my free hand around her neck, "Hmm...What stuff are we referring to here?"

Oh god, she's so...

"Ahem."