The Gemini: Emancipation

15 - Vendetta

December 14, 1996

That isn't what she said. She hadn't smiled either. It was just an imagination.

"No."

That's the dagger his baby really threw.

"I like my life here. With our daughter...and our friends..."

She's struggling, scouting for something right to say. That's how Gemini heard it. Like she's walking in eggshell slippers, trying not to offend him. It's far too late for that.

Jody attempts to make it better now. Her nails in his hair again, scratching around his scalp. The featherlight circular action puts a soothing chill in his muscles, but he decided not to care.

"Stop." Rigidly he told her.

Ceasing, Jody closed off. Scooting away, keeping limbs to herself. Wrapping in the sheet, she withheld her nudity too. Seeing the extent of her doings, Gemini sucked his teeth.

"Why do you assume I can't give you better?"

She says nothing and it bothers him more.

"I'm talking to you," he demands.

"Because I'm not asking," she sums.

"How do you know he won't fuck up again?"

He's trying to get a rise out of her, Jody knows. She won't fall.

Speaking at the same time, their words mingle.

"Do you know who wouldn't?"

"Gemini—"

Her brown eyes rolled when she realized that she'd unintentionally answered his question.

"Exactly!"

Jody's unamused and the look she sets on him conveys such. Bypassing his triumphant expression, she continues what she started out to say.

"I love you, but—"

"That's all. Whatever comes after that are wasted syllables."

And his ears wouldn't have heard them anyway. Those three little words turned him smiley and proud. Cozying up to his lady's side, his arms loop around her middle.

Resisting his suffocating charm, she reminded, "You can't just walk away from your fans."

"Who said anything about that? You're forgetting, Toy, Gemini started this party."

Sneaky fingers pick at the sheet, slowly peeling it back. A game of self tease. Ambers hyponostare, anticipating the full exposing of boob.

Ignoring his kiddish antics, Jody fixes on the conflicts at hand. "I suppose you know how to raise a kid too then, huh?"

"Can't be that hard. Just gotta feed it—her..."

Pausing, he searches his hazy brain for a name that he saw only moments ago. Giving up he reached back for the book, reads its cover, then drops it back in its spot.

"Brie." He continues, "Give it, her, some water. Sun. Walk it. She can walk, right?"

The tone of that asking: uninterested, just as the rest of his sentence. Still preoccupied with his play, he's accomplished his prize. Fully uncovered breasts waiting to be fondled. Unsure of what to use first, hands or mouth, Gemini decided to use both.

Right hand enroute to cupping the left, tongue ready to swirl and flick around the cocoa peak of the right. Jody interrupted, snatching the sheet back up, telling herself not to give a damn about how cute his pout is.