Blood Blossoms

6

"You put too many chocolate chips," Jareth laughed approaching Iris.

"I'm so sorry! I'm not used to making cookies from scratch." Iris apologized as she jumped in surprise.

Emilio stood at the kitchen threshold watching. Jareth decided Iris wasn't stirring the batch of homemade cookie dough right. So he placed a hand over hers and used more of his own strength to stir wooden spoon as he stood encasing her between himself and the kitchen island. Iris didn't look too uncomfortable.

Their laughter is what drew him downstairs to investigate. Emilio wasn't jealous. They were shared between five other girls before her arrival. He just couldn't bring himself to join them.

"My apologies." Jareth said clearing his throat backing away from her.

He had to have read her mind. Emilio could smell Jareth's hormones all throughout the air. He knew it had to be Iris thinking about his erection against her backside.

"It's okay," She murmured. Iris glanced at him as his back was straight as a board, standing at the stove stirring a pot of what Emilio recognized as Brazilian shrimp soup. Jareth made it anytime he was trying to seduce a young woman. It was the best thing he could make.

Emilio was staring off into oblivion he didn't notice Iris staring at him, until Jareth called out to him.

"Hey, Em." Jareth said wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. "Hungry? Needed a break from your studies?"

Emilio knew Jareth could feel his need to feed. He hadn't eaten since the day before. But Jareth knew Emilio tasted Iris before him. He could smell her on him even after his shower.

Emilio cleared his throat pushing himself off the threshold approaching the duo. "Yes, I heard laughter. Thought I'd join you both."

Iris smiled at him slightly but he could sense the fear hidden behind her eyes. He'd scared her earlier.

"Well, Miss Iris and I, have decided to have lunch together, and give each other our life stories. Learn about one another since we'll be living together." Jareth said pushing some of her curls away from her face affectionately.

Emilio stood beside her. He watched her visibly tense, and invaded her personal space, washing his hands at the sink next to her. He dried his hands on the kitchen towel, before turning his front to her side, placing a forefinger into the cookie dough scooping some up placing it to his mouth. He pulled his finger out with a loud pop.

"So sweet." He said staring down at her.

She shuttered, staring at his chest from the corner of her eye. Jareth approached the opposite side of her. His chest to her left side. Her hands remained frozen around the wooden spoon and the edge of the bowl. She squeezed silently trying to calm her nerves. Jareth put a finger into it too. Parroting the actions of Emilio with a smirk against his lips.

"So fucking sweet." He whispered against her hair.

Iris jumped kicking the edge of the cabinet harder than she'd thought. Stubbing her toe and crying out in pain.

"SHIT!" She screamed in pain. She folded her body at the waist and cringed.

"Oh fuck," Emilio mumbled, he swooped her bridal style setting her on the cabinet.

He removed her bunny slipper and examined her toe that was bent abnormally slowly turning a purple color. "You've popped a few toes out of place, it seems." He said.

Jareth stood beside her rubbing circles into her back with his free right arm resting on her knee

Iris had perspiration covering her forehead. Emilio sighed his blood wasn't going to heal something that technically wasn't broken or damaged. "I can only fix it one way. And it won't be pleasant." He warned.