"Come here, kitten." The nickname he used on me always got to me, his piercing blue eyes stared into my own. They were lust blown and full of desire... desire for me. The fact he desired me sent my arousal through the the roof. I followed his order...
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Klaire's POV:
He hadn't said much, his blue eyes staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. His eyes held all the emotions I could think of, yet they seemed to not hold anything at all. He was upset. He was angry. Guilty, regretful, broken, lost, found... he was feeling. He let out a sigh then, rolling to face me and looked me in the eyes, his own softening when he noticed I was already looking at him.
"Good morning," I yawn before placing a hand on his face and leaning forwards to kiss his full lips. He eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of my lips on his and kisses me back, just as passionately. "How are you feeling?" I ask as we pull away from each other.
He searched my eyes for a second, saying nothing. I could tell he was silently suffering with his new-found emotions and that was hard for him. It was hard for me seeing him like this. Broken and lost. He reached up and traced a finger along my jaw and I smiled gently.
"Okay I guess... but it's all so strange. I- I haven't felt in so long and it's weird because I don't know how to cope with any of it." He truthfully whispered as he looked at my face. I gulp and put my hand over his in a comforting way, only then does he look at me in the eyes. Hurt. Hurt for what he has done all these years. "Klaire, I don't know what to do." He admitted.
I see a tear well in his gorgeous blue eyes and I sit up and move to straddle his waist and grab his face in my hands. His ice-like hands capture my hips to hold me where I was. "We're going to do this together, Jasper. We'll do all of it together. The werewolf situation, Lucas... We'll get through this." I say truthfully and hold his face between my hands.
I knew he wouldn't believe me, too many emotions clouding his head, but he had to know that it was okay to feel this way. I was going to be there for him, including Zoe and Lucas... well, perhaps he wouldn't. It was still weird about Lucas, how was he alive? Was it a witch? Was it connected to the werewolf tracking us? There was just too much going on at the moment.
"How about a shower, yeah? I'm sure that'll cheer you up, and warm you up maybe?" I giggle as I capture his cold hands in mine and let them rest on my waist. He smiles, grabbing my hands and placing them on his chest. "Is that a yes?" I whisper.
He closes his eyes and hums out, "okay," he mumbles and I get off him and we walk to his bathroom. I turn on the shower and we strip our clothes and get under the almost boiling hot water. What can I say? I like a bit of fire in my showers.
He presses his front to my back as I grab the shampoo and feel his hands weave around my much smaller body and press himself closer to me. It wasn't sexual or anything, but more of a comforting thing. I smile and begin to shampoo my hair and feel his hands rise up and help me lather the soap into my hair. His fingers were soft against my scalp, but still had enough pressure to help me relax.
I wash it out and put conditioner in my hair and let it sit for a few minutes. I turn them and see Jasper grabbing the sponge to clean himself and grab it out of his hands and begin to lather the scented body wash on his skin. He lets me and when I reach his shoulders, place the sponge down and begin to massage his shoulders. He sighs when he feels my small fingers pressing and kneading the skin where his muscles were tense.
