𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐢. 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

(A/N: First, I'm going to call the actual Barbra "Babs" so it doesn't get confusing. Second, giving you a smut warning now. Third, at one point I call Galavan "Galy" as a nickname).

Barbra throws open the door and gives her older "identical twin" a hug. Ever since Barbra grew into her looks she has become to look more like her aunt. Jerome's gonna be surprised to know that me and Babs are related.

"How've you been, Honey Bear?" Her aunt has always given her that nickname, since she was old enough.
"I've been good, how about you?" She replies with a smile.
Babs smirks, "Feeling free, but never better." Her niece agrees.

"What do you say on making breakfast for ourselves," her aunt questions.
"Doesn't the maid or butler usually do it?" Barbra wonders as the two walk down the long hallway, arms hooked.
Her aunt shrugs, her face giving a blunt expression. "I'm sure Galavan wouldn't mind."

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Barbra pulls her hair up into a ponytail, it came out perfect every time. She throws on an apron and slides across the large kitchen floor in her mans socks that were a little oversized for her small feet. Her aunt turns on the radio, it went from a song to a police report. "We interrupt this message with shocking news..."

"sHoCkInG nEwS!" Barbra mocks the man. Her blonde haired aunt laughs at the remark.
The message went on, "A group, that likes to call themselves the MANIAX!, are still missing. In other news a missing persons report has been filled on a nineteen year old female that goes by the name of Barbra Lincoln. If you have seen her, please contact the police."

The message then turns back to music. She never liked being talked about, especially on the radio.
"YOU HEAR THAT, ANGLE FACE? YOU WERE MENTIONED ON THE RADIO!" This was Jerome's voice that came hollering from the other room. Barbra rolls her eyes.

Her brain went into shock for a moment. It's already been a day and someone has already noticed she's missing? The feeling of how fast her heart beat makes her hands shake.
"Shit," she mutters under her breath.
Babs hears and replies. "What's the matter, Hun?"
"They, someone—someone already knows I'm missing."

Barbra repeats profanities as she runs her hands through her wavy hair anxiously. "This can't be happening! I've gotta call Owen." Her aunt was already by the telephone dialing his number.
"Who's this Owen?" Jerome asks from the doorway as he leans against it.

"My brother you ass." Barbra retorts.
"Jeez calm down, doll. I was just curious." The flame headed boy shot back. His Angle Faced girl shoos him away out of the kitchen once getting handed the telephone with her brother on the other end.

"Owen, it's me Barbra. They know I'm missing," she announces.
"Already? Well, I'll be damned, it's only been a day," he spoke.
"Mom and Dad must have filed the missing persons report. I went to Ed's and they have no idea about that. God I hope Ed hasn't returned any of their calls. I'm gonna be in deep shit if they find out."
"Are you safe at least?"
Barbra hums an 'mmhm'.

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The two siblings didn't talk long after that. They caught up a bit, then the call ends. Barbra couldn't get caught; it was the one thing she set as a goal for herself when she broke her brother out. She couldn't until the very end. Even if she did, it had to do it be at Jerome's side.

Barbra turns to her aunt who is leaned against one of the kitchen counters. Barbra walks over to her, she didn't say anything and hugs her.
"I can't get caught, Babs." The nineteen year old whispers, her voice trying not to fill with fear. It came out as more of a surprised tone of voice more than anything.
"I won't let that happen, Hunny Bear." Her aunt assures.

Barbra thanks her aunt and turns away, she didn't feel all to hungry anymore. Barbra exits the kitchen and sits in an arm chair that faces out toward the city. It was almost 8 o'clock in the morning and the sun was nearly at its peak behind the always grey clouds. In a matter of seconds she zones out on the lights at the top of a building.

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A pair of warm hands squeezing both her thighs snaps her out of a still stair on the dull city.
"Barbra, baby. ...Baby girl. ...Angle Face. Talk to me." Barbra's eyes suddenly lock with her handsome boy's.

Barbra doesn't say anything, if anything, all she thinks about is how dry her lips feel. She separates them and licks both causing Jerome to smirk. She leans forward and kisses the boy where his jaw clenches together.

He loosens up and slips his hands under her milky thighs. He wants to pick her up, but he knows he'd make a scene. But that's what he did after all, make a scene. He did what his thoughts told him and he takes her back into the room they first started.

His feet hit the wood flooring, the noise echoing down the hall. He carries her like a child—her legs wrapped around his torso and her arms wrapped around his neck. Barbra's chin rests on his shoulder, her ocean eyes are closed, and her breathing is steady. The blonde pets the back of his head where his shorter hairs lay.

The tall, lean ginger purrs like a kitten when she does so. Barbra turns her head sideways, her nose now pointed toward his neck. She feels so tired and weary that she nuzzles her face into his warm neck. She wants to stay like this and sleep, but she knew she had it coming for her.

Jerome fiddles with the door handle trying to get it open. He finally does, once fully in the room he sets her down on the made up bed.
"Now I'm cold," Barbra mutters, her arms and legs crossed trying to keep herself warm.
"Oh c'mon, don't be that way. I only set you down for a second. You'll be plenty warm here in a minute." He replies.
"A minute is far to long, J."

The red haired boy only rolls his eyes. He straightens his back for a moment then took off the maroon colored shirt he wore. Barbra sighs longingly. He tilts her chin up and connects his warm lips to her cold ones. He's always so warm. That was the only thing she thought when the spark returned to her body.

Jerome crawls on top of Barbra and locks his legs on her torso so she wouldn't go anywhere. Every breath led back to another rough kiss. She pulls at his bottom lip with her teeth. He runs his fingers through her long hair. He tugs at the shirt that was on her body.

Barbra moans a "no" and instead she takes his hand in hers and places it under the shirt. She was far to cold to have it come off. His hand turns ice cold and a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

"Jer-" he didn't let her speak. "...ome." She did her best to make out the words, but he kept the make out going. "Jerome." Barbra says solemnly getting a second to breath. He hums a reply on the skin of her neck.
"As... fuck..." he hit her sweet spot. "As much as I...l-love thiiis..." the blonde hisses full of pleasure. "Damn it, Jerome, let me speak without you having me moan every two seconds."

"That's how I know you're enjoying it, Angle Face." He replies sitting back for a second.
The blonde rolls her eyes, a small smirk on her lips. "As much as I love doing this with you, I want to go mess shit up, I wanna shoot some people, blow-"
He interrupts her, "Blow me?"
"Fuck off... we'll get to that later. Back to the point, I wanna do something while we're free."

"I'll let you in on a secret, hunny. Galy said we'd be going on a little expedition tomorrow," the ginger freak spoke gruffly.
"Go on," Barbra said.
"You've gotta give me a kiss first."
"Then unlock me from the grip between your legs."

Jerome does as he's told. Barbra sits up, he does too. She grabs her lovers face and they both went falling back, him landing on top of her. The blonde connects both their blood thirsty, longing lips. She went in hard, so did he.
"Now tell me a little more about this expedition, Valeska."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
most of the parts are trashy cause i don't know how to write smut 😀, nor do i love doing it. have a wonderful day/night!