Apples & Foxes

Evangeline x Jacks ~neck kisses~

A/N: idk anymore this is just funny and hot so-

Evangeline breathed in the scent of apples and magic as she sat on Jacks' bed, waiting for him to get back. She's admit this is risky; he could easily just turn off and make her leave. But he could also let her stay. And that's worth it.

"What is this? The third time I've found you stealing my shirts?" Jacks comes through the door, spotting her wearing one of his shirts- more like a dress than anything, the sleeves reaching past her fingers and the seam reaching to just above her knees.

"Comfier than corsets." She tries to sound normal, although her pink cheeks don't tell the same story.

"Hm." Jacks walks over to her, standing in front of her so he can lift up her chin to look at her, "You've been waiting for me." It's not a question, his blue eyes flashing silvery.

"Yes." She replies, feeling very aware of his eyes scanning her body.

He smiles and leans down, causing her to lose her breath as he cages her in with arms on each side of her, half kneeling on his bed. Jacks' lips press to the very edge of her mouth- not kissing her lips, but so close to it that Evangeline's eyes flutter closed. Open your eyes, Little Fox. She does as she's told, watching as he feathers his lips along her jaw, then her neck, pulling a sigh out of her. He grazes the delicate skin just below her ear with his teeth; Evangeline quietly moans, his lips like heaven, wishing he could actually kiss her. Her thoughts scatter when he lightly nibbles her skin, then licks.

"Jacks-" This is in no way a good idea, but right now that thought doesn't cross her mind.

"Shh." Jacks breaths against her skin, bringing one hand up to wrap one hand gently around her neck, stopping her from shifting away as he works, his thumb running up and down the front of her neck, brushing the dip between her collar bones occasionally. She moans again and lets her eyes drop, despite what he told her. If he keeps touching her like this, Evangeline doesn't think she'll survive- and the reason has nothing to do with the Prince of Hearts fatal kiss.

"Jacks?" A knock comes from the door, it's LaLa.

Evangeline's eyes snap open; If LaLa found her and Jacks like this, she'd never hear the end of it. Jacks groans in annoyance and pulls away slightly, but not enough to stop his breath stroking Evangeline's skin when he speaks, his hand still on her throat.

"I'm busy, LaLa, go away." Jacks tone sounds fairly normal, although there's a primal sounding edge to it, as if he just wants to continue dragging sounds out of Evangeline.

"Jacks, you are so immature sometimes. I swear-" The other Fate opens the door, probably used to Jacks' attitude- her eyes widen to twice their usual size as she takes in the scene in front of her; Evangeline with her hand in Jacks' golden hair, flushed with purple-red bite marks up her neck, and Jacks with his hand around her throat, lips close to her skin, practically growling.

"Oh." LaLa looks like she's crossed between hitting Jacks for getting so close to her best friend, and hugging Evangeline for the same reason.

Jacks huffs in annoyance, removing his hand and standing up straight, turning to face LaLa. Lucky for Evangeline, Jacks covers most of her when he's stood, so neither of the Fates can see how scarlet she's become, or how she's wearing nothing but Jacks' shirt.

"What?" Jacks asks like this is a normal situation for LaLa to walk in on him kissing a girl- maybe it is. Evangeline feels a pang of jealousy in her chest, and tries to brush the thought away.

"Um... I just needed to talk to you about something- but I can come back later-" LaLa looks a little scarred.

"No. It's fine. Let's go." Jacks voice has gained it's usual hardness. He doesn't even glance at Evangeline as he leaves with LaLa.

Evangeline sits, still catching her breath as she glances in a mirror on the wall- her neck is an assortment of red and purple-blue. She squeezes her thighs together, trying desperately to get it together. Fates, she's such an idiot. She doesn't even feel regretful about this.

A/N: 723 words. This was mildly painful to write when LaLa barged in but i like it- hope you do too! :)