Assassins Of The Earth - Book 1

Chapter Three

Warning - this chapter contains some description of injury. 

I took the kiwi, and Jay handed me the knife, the slick blade in his hand and the handle extended towards me. I leant on the plate to cut the kiwi, and Jay laughed at me. I rolled my eyes at him.

'If one of us is gonna end up with severe injuries - which we have no way to fix, by the way - I don't want it to be me,' I said. 'I've gotta save the world or whatever.'

'Hey! I'm important too!' I flicked his nose affectionately.

'You do make excellent moral support.' I murmured. He chuckled again.

'I'm good for a lot more than just moral support, Meg.' he mumbled, taking the plate and knife out of my hands. He cocked an eyebrow impishly, and then we had a long moment of eye contact. Jay smirked, placing the plate and knife down on the table with a small clunk. As soon as he'd turned back to me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me, kissing him deeply. Jay pulled me closer against him, the tracing of his fingers almost undetectable through the thick layers of padding. I cupped his face in my hands gently, stroking through his hair as he bowed me against himself gently. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he kissed down my jaw, down my neck and then to the slight, exposed curve of my collarbones.

'Jay,' I whispered, stroking his hair. His hand was on my neck now, his other hand at my waist, and then they moved downwards. For a moment my breath caught; but he traced the rounded shape of my hips and then the dips that followed as his hands reached my thighs, running his fingers down the curve of my legs and under my knees. I wrapped my arms around his neck, giggling as he lifted me into the air and then threw me back against the bed. I felt my hair fall against the duvet of the bed, the short waves of the pixie cut falling in my face a little. Jay stroked my hair out of my face with a tender touch, and then he lay on top of me, kissing me long and deep, his tongue finding its way into my mouth. I rolled on top of him, and he traced the soft bumps of my hips, up along my waist, and then further.

I shivered in delight. Jay and I opened our eyes at the same moment, a momentary look of dismay crossing his face. 'Norin said to stay in uniform, didn't they?' Jay asked, quietly.

I felt myself flush at what he was implying. It would have - might have - been our first time. Jay was asexual; and he'd always said if I wanted it, he'd do it for me, but I'd never asked him to.

'They did.' I replied, quietly. Jay pulled me closer to himself, pressing a tiny row of kisses down my jaw.

'We have things to do, right?'

'We do.' I murmured, beginning to lose myself once again in the pleasure of it all.

'They explain to me why I never want to stop.'

'I can't,' I whispered, a smile tracing the corner of my mouth. Jay looked up, met my eyes, and pulled me into another kiss.

'I love you,' I whispered to him.

'And I, you,' he answered, and then I rolled off of him with a small sigh.

'But we really do have stuff to do.'

Jay reached out and interlaced our fingers tightly. 'We do.' he sighed. 'But I'd like to continue that. Later.'

'Later.' I promised.

Jay stood up and pulled me playfully to my feet.

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'Megan?'

'Uh-huh.' I said. I sounded panicked, but in my defence I was eight-and-a-half feet above the ground and I was gonna have to jump. Panicked seemed like a fairly obvious and logical thing to be.