𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

WARNING: smut ahead... also a heads up: this contains 4295 words so yeah

    The three maniacs grab a bite to eat after their well done job of killing Mr. Cicero. Barbra's feet are propped up on the dashboard while she takes large bites of her greasy cheese burger. She licks her fingers clean once done. Tabitha finishes seconds before and belches loudly.
    "God you people are disgusting," the back seat driver, Jerome, states.
    "Well, you're disgustinger," the blonde chimes in looking in the gingers direction from the rear-view mirror.
    "That's not a word."
    "You're not a word!" She turns around to face him, an angry but somehow soft looking expression in her eyes.

Jerome rolls his eyes and looks out the window. Barbra faces forward and crosses her arms with a huff. Tabitha lays a hand on Barbra's thigh making the blonde look at her.
    "Talk to him." The raven haired women mouths. Barbra sighs, nods her head, and looks back down at her lap.

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    The elevator ride to the penthouse is silent and awkward. The ding sounds, the doors open, and Barbra exits out first. She goes toward her room with hands folded behind her back. But the call of her name stops her. She turns around and sees Galavan.
    "I have a little... surprise for you," he says.
    Barbra raises her eyebrows. "Oh?" She replies.
    "Come with me." She nods and follows far behind the lanky man.

Theo takes her to a part of the penthouse she hasn't seen before. I knew I should have snuck around! Barbra shouts at herself, her disappointment showing.
    "Don't be surprised, Barbra. I know exactly what you're thinking. And yes, you should have ventured around more." Galavan states with a sly smile on his face.

At the end of the hallway there are double doors. Possibly Galavan's room? Barbra thinks once again. No wonder she hadn't seen it. Galavan twists the silver knobs and both doors went flying open so easily. The tall man let's Barbra enter in first since he's seen the room so many times before. Every inch of the space is beautiful. So much room that you could fit at least ten fully grown lions inside. The blonde wonders in circles looking at the same three things. She doesn't even notice it when Galavan says her name.

    "Barbra!" the man shouts.
    Diamond eyes snaps out of it and flutters those orbs of hers. "Y-Yes, sir?" She asks.
    "Pay attention, please." The girl nods vigorously.

    "This surprise of yours is very special, and when you see it I don't want you saying you can't accept it. You will, because it is well needed for tonights event." Galavan says.
    Barbra is growing tired of the anticipation. She just wanted her gift already! "Of course. I-I'm sure I'll love it." Barbra replies with a nervous smile.

The man nods once and faces the coat closet. The metal handles make a janky sound when being set down against the wood doors, and that's all she thinks about until a red glittery aura catches her eye. It's beautiful. It's glorious!
    "Oh, Galavan... it's amazing! Thank you!" Barbra shouts running over to him giving him a tight hug, her cheek pressed against his chest.

Barbra grabs the red dress and runs back to her room to admire it on herself over her clothes. She gushes happily with admiration. Then there was a knock on the door.
    "One moment, please!" The blonde shouts. She squeals joyfully then throws the dress down on the bed.

    Barbra creaks open the door and peeks through it's crack. "May I help you?" she asks. The person behind the door is Jerome. Her heart aches when she sees him.
    "I saw that look in your eyes," Jerome says as he pushes open the door aggressively moving passed the blonde.
    "I didn't ask you to come in!"
    "You don't have to."