Silver Buttons

Loose Ends

Jessi toiled away tirelessly for another day and a half on the dress for Da Eun, wanting it to be as perfect and as authentic as possible.

Jessi wandered over to the dojo, wanting to personally fetch Da Eun, upon entering the dojo she overheard Tori Nichols being scolded by Da Eun.

"You let a boy cloud what you want, cloud your goals," she circled the girl.

"No! I didn't!" Tori bellowed.

Terry stood by, his eyes snapping up to see Jessi's small figure approaching, "Go home, Nichols. No more excuses."

Tori stormed by Jessi, "Sorry," she said to Jessi as she brushed by.

Jessi looked towards Da Eun and Terry, a bit confused, not sure what to make of the situation she had just walked in to.

"S-Sorry to interrupt, I apologize, I can come back," she said quietly, all the eyes of the sensei's in the room were on her.

Terry smiled at her small figure, "Nonsense, it's alright," he looked towards the other men, "You can all leave for the day, thank you," he returned his gaze back to Jessi, "Everything alright?" He pulled her in, pecking her cheek.

She blushed, "Yeah, everything is alright, I wanted to come over here and let Sensei Da Eun know that I finished her dress."

Sensei Da Eun let slip a small smile, "I am most appreciative. Perhaps tomorrow when we are done with the tasks we have planned I may come over?"

Jessi smiled and nodded. Terry grinned down at his love, he knew the approval of Sensei Da Eun meant a lot to her, he knew Jessi had already impressed the petite sensei. The harsh-looking sensei took her leave, just Terry and Jessi remained in the now empty dojo.

"Is everything alright, Terry? It seemed like things were very tense with that girl. I didn't mean to intrude," Jessi said meekly as Terry trailed the pads of his fingers up and down her arms before finally resting against her waist, holding her firmly in place.

He simply smiled at his love, "You didn't intrude, sweetheart. Ms. Nichols has been... rather difficult in class, acting out, then not showing up, she is our champion after all."

"Oh, I see," Jessi said quietly, "She seemed... I don't know, troubled? Don't be too harsh on her, babe, she's young. I was a young woman once, believe it or not, let her work through whatever she needs to work through, perhaps ask if she needs to talk?"

Terry smiled, thinking to himself, 'Jeez, she is right... Ms. Nichols does have a lot on her plate. Jess, you're so sweet. Selfless.'

"Doll," Terry purred her pet name, "I love you, you know that right?" She looked up at him with her forest colored doe-like eyes, nodding, "I don't want you to worry about Ms. Nichols. We will give her time to relax, Sensei Da Eun doesn't need to know that, however, she is hell-bent on making an example of our champion, I will just tell her that Ms. Nichols will be dealt with."

"Terry," Jessi breathed, "Ok. Just don't get yourself into any trouble, ok? I need you here with me," she grinned, "I'm excited to have Sensei Da Eun try on her dress. I have a feeling she will approve."

Terry bent down, placing his lips softly against Jessi's, he whispered against her lips, "I think she will love it."

Jessi giggled, insisting that Terry join her at her place for a meal. Without even changing, Terry grabbed his bag and walked over with his love. She whipped up a delectable meal, roasted pork chops, Caesar salad, and roasted parmesan encrusted acorn squash.

"Jess, this is so damn good," Terry praised her cooking over his second plate of food, "I'm never going to go hungry as long as you're here to feed me."

Jessi began to chuckle, "I'll feed you as much as you'd like and whatever you want. I doubt my cooking is as good as the chefs you have in tow."

"Oh no, you rival their cooking, my dear. You can create pieces of art with anything you touch, including food," he smiled, finishing his final bite.

"And you," she grinned, Terry tilted his head, studying her, "As long as I can dress you up in handsome suits, paint you, sketch you, feed you what I make... Well, from the inside out, you'll be my piece of art. I'd love to create us a wonderful wardrobe, walk hand-in-hand to the gala events you attend, make every head turn," Jessi rose, continuing to speak, taking her seat on Terry's lap, "Make every man and woman jealous of who we have on our arm. Entwine ourselves in each other in a dark corner, lose ourselves and make a grand exit with respective love bites on our skin," Jessi began to trail kisses along Terry's jaw.

"Mmmmm," Terry moaned, wrapping his arms around her small waist, sliding a hand up under her dress, feeling her soft skin, "You keep this up and dessert will be you, my dear."

Jessi snickered quietly against his neck, taking an earlobe in her mouth and gently nibbling before cooing in his ear, "Maybe you're my dessert."

Terry chuckled darkly in his chest, lifting Jessi in his arms, her legs found their home wrapped tightly around his waist, as they should be. Terry thought all manner of inappropriate thoughts as he took her to her room, 'First, I should tease her tight, wanting pussy with my tongue, and then... perhaps I'll make her scream my name as I get her on her knees.'

He did all those things and more. Pressing her firmly into the mattress, making fervent love to her. Emptying himself in her, desperate to be with her always. The warmth of her walls as he sheathed himself deep withing her, gazing down at her beautiful, blushing, half-lidded and sexually charged face.

As he thrust deep into her, he cooed sweet words, "You're so perfect baby... I love you." Jessi was out of breath with each powerful thrust of his hips, unable to respond with nothing other than moans of pleasure. Unable to have her mouth form words, Terry, drunk on Jessi, drank her in, searching her mouth for the words she desperately wanted to coo back.

Jessi's legs wrapped around him, her heels pushing against his back end, pushing him further in. Terry curled an arm around her head, gripping her hair in a fist, his other hand wrapping underneath her, his digits digging into her ass cheek.

The slapping of skin and huffs of the heated passion filled the room, oh, if walls could talk.

"Let me hear you, baby, I wanna hear you," Terry said darkly as he sank deeper and deeper into her.

"Huhhh-huhh," she moaned and panted, "Nngghh, Terry!" She hollered, "I l-love you." Jessi tugged at his silver curls pulling his lips down to hers, she reveled in the smile he kissed into her. Pressing his forehead against hers, he stared down into her eyes, transfixed, hypnotized.

"I'm going to fill you with me," he whispered, "I will be with you, all night. Even while you sleep. You're mine, Jessi, you are mine," he punctuated his words with the bucking of his hips.

"I-I-I'm going, to, nnggghh! Almost," Jessi squeaked. She came hard around him, Terry moaned, "Fuck. Yes baby, I like that. You're such a good girl," the growl came low from his chest.

Not soon after, Terry finished, splashing his warmth into her. They laid there, spent, panting, wrapped around each other, Jessi played his words again and again in her mind, 'you're such a good girl.' Nearly made her come again around him.

Jessi traced hearts and patterns across Terry's chest as they lay there, Terry planted trails of kisses in her hair, soon after, sleep called to them. Falling into the palms of sleep, they wrapped their legs around each other, the mess of the sheets could wait. 

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Sorry it's a shorter chapter, bit of writer's block!