𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢 [Jade West Fanfiction]

[3] Unspoken words (smut)

[Smutwarning⚠️]

Over the next few weeks, Jade and Harper found themselves spending more and more time together, often without the rest of the group. It became a sort of unspoken agreement: they would meet in the art studio after school, sometimes to draw, or sing together, sometimes just to talk. The once casual meetings had begun to take on a new meaning, a deeper intimacy that neither of them was quite ready to acknowledge aloud.

Jade was surprised at how easy it was to open up to Harper. Harper never pushed, never pried, but somehow, Jade found herself sharing things she'd never told anyone else. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and their art. And in those quiet moments, something began to bloom between them—something neither of them was quite ready to name.

One evening, as the sun was setting and casting golden light through the studio windows, Jade finally broke the silence. "Why are you always so nice to me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harper looked at her, her expression thoughtful. "Because I like you, Jade. You're real, even when you're trying not to be. And... I think there's more to you than you let people see."

Jade's heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she just stared at Harper, feeling the weight of those words sink in. There was an unspoken tension between them, an electric current that made Jade's pulse race.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Harper leaned in, her eyes never leaving Jade's. Jade could feel her breath hitch as Harper's hand gently brushed against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. It was the softest touch, but it was enough to make Jade's pulse quicken.

"Is this okay?" Harper asked, her voice barely audible.

Jade swallowed hard, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She'd never felt like this before, and it terrified her. But at the same time, there was a part of her that didn't want to run away.

"Yeah," Jade whispered, her voice trembling. "It's... okay."

With that, Harper closed the gap between them, her lips brushing against Jade's in a tentative, tender kiss. It was soft, almost hesitant, as if they were both afraid of what this might mean. But as the kiss deepened, Jade felt something within her begin to melt—walls she had built up for so long, crumbling away.

Harper's hand slid up, fingers tangling gently in Jade's hair as the kiss became more insistent. Jade could feel the heat rising between them, her skin tingling everywhere Harper touched. She didn't want to think, didn't want to analyze what this meant or where it was going. She just wanted to feel.

The kiss deepened, becoming a little more urgent, a little more desperate. Harper's hands roamed over Jade's back, pulling her closer, and Jade could feel her own hands trembling as they clung to Harper's shirt. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and for a second, Jade felt like she might lose herself entirely.

But then, as Harper's hand began to slide up the hem of her shirt, a sliver of reality sliced through the haze. "Not here," Jade murmured, pulling back just enough to break the kiss.

Harper looked at her, a mixture of confusion and desire in her eyes. "What?"

Jade's breath was ragged as she tried to collect herself. She knew where this was headed, and while a part of her was eager to dive in, she wasn't about to let it happen here, where anyone could walk in. "Not here," she repeated, her voice firmer this time. "Come over to my house at 8pm."

For a moment, Harper just stared at her, as if processing what Jade had said. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, a smile that made Jade's heart skip a beat. "Okay," Harper replied, her voice tinged with excitement.