No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

My advantages

No Emotion Involved
Jasmine's POV
I remembered the bet we'd made not so long ago, and the details of it...The winner gets sex whenever he or she wants... Bingo.

"Anthony ?" I said, my expression changing from frustrated to happy in seconds. Heck, I even batted my eyelashes at him. "Yes...?" He replied, wary from my change in attitude. "Do you remember the bet we made a few weeks ago?" He moaned softly, "Please don't mention that bet."

"Why?"

He sighed. "It reminds me of sex. With you."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, sidetracked for now.

"No. It's the opposite, and since I'm not having sex with you for, well, a while, I don't need any reminders of it."

I grinned, unable to hide it. "Okay, Jas , now you're just scaring me."

"Do you remember what the winner of the bet was supposed to get?" It felt too simple - he had to see it coming. But yet, he still seemed as confused as he had been before. "Yeah... sex whenever they w-" He stopped short, his eyes widening as he realized where I was going with this. I smirked at him, and he glared at me. "But that's not-" He began, trialing off as he realized he didn't have a valid argument. "But you can't..." He tried again, trailing off like the first time. Eventually he sighed and hid his face in his hands. I pulled his hands away from his face and smiled a little at him.

"No backing out," I told him.

"Trust you to find a loophole," He muttered. "I'd forgotten about the bet."

"Is it so hard to have sex with me?"

"Jas, I already told you, the only thing that's keeping me from screwing you senseless is the fact that I promised myself I wouldn't touch you until you admitted you wanted me back."

I sighed. "I'm not going to. You know I'm not."

"I do,"

"So why don't you just forget about it?"

"I don't want to... it's a pride thing."

I shrugged, and he didn't look like he was going to say anything more. But he didn't stop me when I moved closer to him and pressed my lips against his. In fact, he tearing at the buttons on my shirt, and I smiled against his lips. His lips moved down to my neck, and I nearly collapsed, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. We'd had sex so many times before, but this topped all those times.

"I missed this," He told me as I tore off his shirt. I wasn't sure I could form coherent sentences at the moment, so I just moaned in reply. I moved backwards slowly until I felt the bed behind me. He seemed to get the hint and lay me down on the, then sat up, working on the buttons on his jeans as I worked on mine. When his jeans were gone and he was only in his boxers, He stopped to stare at me. "What?" I asked, wondering why he was staring. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful, Jas ?" I bit my lip. Only my mom had, really, and that's because she has to, since she's my mother. And since she was my mother, she didn't really count. "No, not really,"

He actually looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah... And I'd rather not dwell on it, so could we stop talking now?" I said, moving my hand down to his boxers. He stopped me, catching my hand in his and waited until I met his eye to speak. "Jasmine , do you know you're beautiful?" He asked me, looking genuinely concerned. I decided to answer him honestly, instead of saying 'of course I do' like I would have if it wasn't Anthony I was talking to. "Anthony , I'm many things. I'm egotistical, fierce and outgoing. But don't even try to tell me I'm pretty - I know I'm not."

Anthony glared at me. "Don't you ever, ever say that. Not to yourself, and not to anyone-"

"Shut up! Anthony , I know why beauty is, and I'm not it. Renée is. Vanessa is.  Phillipa is. But not me," He grabbed both my hands, and pinned them over my head, forcing me to lie back onto the bed. When he knew he had my attention, he started to speak. "You are so unfair to yourself. You don't know you're beautiful,"