✅ The Enemy's Daughter ♡ Rosé x Fem!Reader

9.) The Wedding

A/N: Hey everyone! This chapter marks the arrival of Jackson... dun dun dun. Read on to see what happens next :)

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One Day Before The Wedding

"My Lady, Jackson is requesting your presence in the dining room. I believe he wants to catch up with you."

You finish taking a sip of the beverage in your cup before setting it down and giving your butler a singular nod. You thank him and adjust your clothes, making sure to make yourself look presentable.

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"Ah, hello again, cousin. It's been too long." You smile, opening your arms to embrace him as you enter the dining hall. If circumstances were different, your grin would be closer to being real; Jackson is one of the few family members you truly trust, so having him in the middle of such a situation while being oblivious to it isn't something you enjoy.

He stands and approaches you after excusing himself from his conversation with one of his men, a wide smile tugging at his lips. The two of you have always had a soft spot for one another, so it makes matters even worse now.

"How've you been?" He asks after pulling away from you.

"I've been alright," you say, seeing flashes of the memories you've made with Rosé in your mind, "things have been surprisingly good as of late. You?"

"The Duchess has kept me busy at our palace," he chuckles, "but I've enjoyed it."

You nod, and the two of you sit down across from each other at the table as you make up for lost time.

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Half An Hour Later

Rosé has never regretted a decision more in her life.

"Mhm," you hum, nodding to whatever new niche interest Jackson is droning on about as your hand slowly begins sliding up Rosé's thigh. She had come down for a snack about 15 minutes ago, and ended up getting pulled into conversation and asked to join the two of you.

She subtly shifts in her seat in an attempt to push her center closer to your hand, but you pull away before she can.

The two of you have been playing this little game for a bit now, and you can tell she's growing frustrated. Her chest is rising and falling at a faster rate than before, showing the way that you're riling her up, and a faint blush paints her cheeks.

Your fingertips creep up her sensitive skin, eventually giving in and slipping underneath her skirt, only to find that she isn't wearing any underwear. You cough to mask your surprise when you realize this, momentarily losing your composure.

"Roseanne, I've heard great things about you from everyone. Has my cousin here been taking care of you?" Jackson plays, leaning forward slightly with a smile on his face.

Rosé nods quickly, brain going fuzzy when you finally begin giving her what she wants beneath the table. "S-she definitely has," she adds, sinking her teeth into her finger to keep herself silent. Your ministrations are slow but consistent, and the anticipation is driving her crazy.

"How's your mother been?" You change the subject, buying the two of you more time for this little game. The slick between her legs is plentiful; who would've known she enjoys being in such a risky situation?

Jackson launches into another spiel, and you take the opportunity to speed up your movements. In his distracted state he's none the wiser, and you thank the universe for such a golden opportunity.