Jerome Valeska Imagines

Blue Eyes Pt 3

She pulled him in closer, but still stopped him when he tried tongue.

"You were early," he smiled, "I enjoy that." He looked down at her, "I couldn't stop thinking about you today. It's as if you invested my mind," he said looking up, shaking his head with his words, and looking back down at her. She grinned and pulled him in for another kiss. He pulled away and asked, "How about dinner?"

"Let me go get ready. Give me ten minutes." She climbed down to her balcony and went to her bathroom.

He decided to follow her down, without her knowing, to check out her room. He looked at the books on her desk, the neat bed, her dresser-

That could be some fun..

He went over to it and cyphered through all the drawers until he hit the jackpot. But, he didn't get time to look long because a door opened that made him jump and shut the drawer.

"Panty raid? Already? Couldn't you do that after dinner?" She was wearing a loose, silk, black dress. Her hair was done, she'd put on mascara and eyeliner and a deep red lipstick. He couldn't help himself from staring. She strutted to him and draped her arms around his neck. "Now that I see you in the light I realize I love the way your staples glisten in the light and the way your rough lips look even more papery," she purred. He gave a tempted growl.

"If you think my face is so pleasing, oh, you should see the rest of me," he said with a raise of his brows. She squealed in delight.

"Oh, take me!" She told. He did just that. He grabbed her and heaved her on to the bed and pounced on her. She pulled him in for a kiss and let him use tongue. Soon they both-
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"Hey! Doll face!" A voice exclaimed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes to see him.

"Oh my god!"

"No, close, but no. Just me," he said.

"How long was I asleep?" She asked. He shrugged.

"I just got here, Sweetie, but, to get to know each other better, why don't we go out for dinner."

"Dinner?" She asked worriedly. He nodded.

"Uh huh. It's a word for having a meal at night. Later than lunch, even later than breakfast," he said.

"I knew that much. It's just.."

"I know, I know. Handsome fella like me asks a girl like.. Well, you to dinner and it's intimidating I know!" He paused. "Kidding. I know you had a dirty dream about me," he laughed. She flushed heavily. "Don't be shy, Sweetheart, I'm flattered. But, do go get ready. I refuse to take you out like that," he told. She got up and quickly went to her room.

"I can't believe him. Or the dream I had. God he could be a psycho!" She put a dress on and went to do her make up.

He did follow her down and laid on her bed. When she came out he sat up.

"Do my staples actually look good? What about my lips? They papery enough for you?" He asked. She scoffed and looked at herself in the long mirror by her dresser. He got up and walked behind her.

"Come on. You're a teenager. I get it. You've got hormones and needs," his hands went around her waist and rested on her stomach, "just like everyone else. I could," his hands trailed further, "help you with it." Her head rolled back and rested on his shoulder, her eyes gently closed. She put her hands on his and pulled them off.

"Thanks, whatever your name is, but I'd like to know you better before I get into bed with you." She told, walking away to her closet, leaving him there with his hands in the air. She couldn't let him get to her so soon. She'd just met him yesterday. She can't give in to him just yet.

"Why not? You've already made the first move last night. When you, you know, kissed me," he said casually. She glared at him from inside her closet. She grabbed a jacket and turned a lamp on so she could turn off the big light.

He walked behind her and put his arms around her again as she bent to write down a quick note to actually do her work when she got back. She stood straight again and turned around to him.

"Why do you always have to-"

He kissed her. She knew this was becoming a habit and couldn't help but wonder if she was the only one that let him get away with doing this.

There was a knock at her door. "(Y/n), can I come in?" Her dad. She pushed him away behind the door and opened it slightly.

"What's up dad?" She asked.

"Just wanted to know if you wanted some pasta I made before James eats it all- hey, what's all over your face?" He asked.

"Make up dad. I'm trying something new. And no thanks I had an early one when I got home," she told him hurriedly. "Thanks anyway," she kissed his cheek. "Night dad!" She shut the door in his face.

"Awe, daddy's worried about his little Princess," he said with a fake tone. She rolled her eyes. "Let's go," he said before carrying her out to and off her balcony.

Part four will be up tomorrow and maybe part five. Idk yet but I like this.