FREAKS || Jerome Valeska¹

45 || Moonstruck

Her lips pressed against his warm ones, her fingers weaving through the silky, fiery ginger locks on his head. Their kiss carried the taste of blood but also had a burning sweetness, a blend reminiscent of red wine. Ironically, she wasn't particularly fond of the drink, but this, she found herself unable to have enough of.

Jerome pulled away from her, their hot breaths lingering in the space between them. They could feel their stomachs heaving against each other, struggling to regain the breaths they had stolen from one another. "You sure you want to do this, doll?" He whispered through heavy breaths and kissed her temple.

Her trembling hands delicately cupped his face, and she stood on her toes, kissing him tenderly. When her body eased away from his, a smile remained on his lips. He was sure that if his face hadn't been disfigured, he would have blushed like a schoolboy - She held that power over him.

Reese nodded at her lover confidently, "I want you, J," she confessed, her cheeks flushing with a deep, reddish hue. Her finger traced the outline of his misshapen lips. She still loved his face despite the gore on his face.

"You, me, and the moon, right?" He whispered, smirking.

She beamed, "I've been waiting a year for you to keep that promise."

His heart rate quickened. He sent her a goofy smile and reveled in the deep, rosy hue that adorned her cheeks, loving that he was capable of making her feel those emotions. He wanted to make her feel more than that. Their lips connected once again, this time more passionate, almost devouring. His hands traced the contours of her skin along the outside of her clothes before sneaking underneath to caress the smoothness. His fingers felt cool against her heated skin, creating a symphony of shivers. She focused on the small buttons of the police uniform.

Neither hesitated to slip their clothes off.

"Wait." She whispered, pressed to him, feeling her face burn.

He stared at her with furrowed eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"No one's ever... y'know..."

He cocked his head, smiling. "Yeah, I know."

"I do want you, but I'm - I'm scared you won't like me." She whispered, embarrassed, darting her stare away from his. His eyes softened at her vulnerability, "I don't know what I'm doing -"

The corner of his lips curled up, "I've never wanted anyone as much as I do you, Reese Nygma. You're the most stunning girl I've ever seen. I love everything about you," He whispered, causing her heart to soar with adoration. There was a way Jerome gazed at her, a way that was exclusively hers, and it made her melt into a puddle. He kissed her nose, her eyes closing for a brief moment at the sweetness. "Let me show you."

She swallowed hard before nodding. "Please do."

A trail of fabrics pursued them to the bed, echoes of anticipation, the skin-to-skin contact almost stealing their breaths entirely. They lay amongst the expensive covers. He stood on his knees between her thighs, lust dancing in his green eyes, seeing her naked body and his hands caressing the space where her belly and ribs met. She looked at him through her lashes, her heart playing a restless tune in her chest, breathing deeply.

"You're fucking godly." He whispered, dipping down to meet her mouth.

He pressed his body against hers, but no matter how close he was, he wanted to be more. Driven by the same hunger, her fingers rested on his shoulders, tugging him more toward her. Groans reverberated in his throat; the vibrations could be felt at his lips. Their bated breaths collided with each other.

Jerome's lips trailed down, kissing and nipping at delicate skin, relishing in the sweetness of it. His hands wandered, finding all the sensitive spots in her unexplored body, leaving her crying and moaning. And he almost fell in love with his name, listening to it slip from her mouth as he bucked his hips into hers.