𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐢𝐯. 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈.

Barbra unbuckles the black straps on her long sleeve shirt one by one on the way down the narrow hallway to the room Jerome and her share. She rips the remains of it off when Jerome closes the door behind her. She pulls the copper hair pins from her wavy curls and sets them on the night stand. All that's left to remove is her pants and shoes.

Barbra takes a deep breath, sits on the bed, and sighs. She places one foot on her knee and removes her left shoe, then the other came. The blonde rubs her eyes and lays back on the bed.
Jerome speaks, "You doin' alright, Angle Face?" Barbra let's out a hum of response letting him know she was. "Hmm, I don't believe you." He suspects something deeper from her.

Jerome licks his lower and upper lip and plops down next to Barbra on the red covers. Barbra turns on her side to face the ginger. She smiles tiredly with eyes closed.
"Ooh, I know what's the matter," he says.
"What?" Barbra questions Jerome's thoughts though they weren't always good.
"You're a sleepy lil princess aren'tcha?"

Barbra giggles and caresses his pink tinted cheeks and lips. "I'd say you're about right, my ginger snap." Jerome smiles pleasantly holding her one cold hand against his warm cheek.
"We have another mission tomorrow afternoon, we better get some rest." Jerome states simply, a growing smile on his face.

"But Jerome, it's only nine o'clock," Barbra ponders, eyebrows raised.
"Well, what do you purpose we do before we go to bed." He asks already knowing the answer.
"I have a couple of things in mind." The two maniacs smile and let out laughs.

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Somehow an alarm goes off in Barbra's brain causing that pretty little head of hers to wake up and start functioning. She thinks a bad dream must be the cause because she's left breathless and panting like a dog who needs water. Before looking at the time, she looks over at the bare body next to her. It looks as if he has never known sleep, seemed like he was never given the chance to sleep this long. Barbra then averts her diamond eyes to the ticking clock on the wall, 5:16 a.m..

Barbra strips the covers from her naked legs and walks over to the dresser full of fresh, clean clothes. She takes out one of the long sleeve stripped pajama shirts that the Carrot Topped boy provided and a pair of her clean black lace underwear that lie on top of the dresser. She puts both clothing items on and tip toes out of the room quietly and into the kitchen.

Barbra lays out all the appliances needed to make a cup of coffee. She shakes the sugar packet as the dark liquid fills her white cup. She pours in her sugar then some creamy goodness, she always loved double the sugar. Eventually she walks across the cold floor nearing the window that let her peer over the foggy glowing city.

A pair of  warm hands slither up her sides. Barbra jumps then realizes it's Jerome. He smiles softly and tiredly against her shoulder. The sensation of it all almost makes Barbra drop her coffee because she'd forgotten it was there. The blonde leans into the boys touch.
"Good morning to you too sleepy head." Barbra groans.
"I had a good time last night." Jerome whispers into her ear sending even more shivers down her spine.

Barbra turns around to look at the ginger. She smiles cunningly, gets up on her toes, and kisses his soft lips while holding his cheek with her free hand. His chin sits on her head when she returns back to her normal height, his arms still wrapped around her waist.

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Barbra, Jerome, Hellzinger, and Greenwood all sit in a white van parked behind the GCPD where every other cop car was. Barbra's crazy aunt sits in the passengers seat while she makes a call that would begin the third trial. Barbra twirls her blonde hair that's in two high pigtails while she blows pink bubbles of gum. Her legs, covered in an officers uniform, lay on Jerome's lap while her shot gun is placed on her own.