Kingdom Come /// Jackrene

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Irene looked through her bag looking for some light material pajamas. She cursed slightly under her breathe not finding the ones she packed for herself. She turned around looking at Jackson who was still evidently mad from the sence at that shop. She sighed sitting down next to her bag that was on the couch. She looked at Jackson who searched around his room. This is not how she wanted to spend her day with her boyfriend. It was horrible that girl kept on talking about Jackson and fucking him. She didn't want to believe them but after awhile of hearing it, you'll believe it. And that's how Irene was feeling. They didn't speak a word to one another since they came back from the shop. She wanted to ask Jackson for questions but she wasn't for the answer or the argument that could possibly come out of the topic she wanted to discuss.

Irene sat on the couch debating if she wanted to ask Jackson for one of his shirts to sleep in. Jackson turned around looking at Irene who was sitting innocently on the couch. He chuckled looking at her older woman on the couch. "What wrong?"

"Well, I didnt pack any light pajamas and I was wondering can I use one of your shirts." Irene asks as Jackson simply nods. He walks over to his closet pulling out an old shirt he can't wear anymore. He walked out to Irene handing it to her. "it's will be kinda of short on you so if you have shorts you can wear them if you don't want to be exposed." Irene nodded. She went into her bag pulling out her shorts. She grab the shirt, shorts and undergarments closing her bag before getting up.

"You have a towel?" Jackson questions closing his closet door. Irene nodded turning around grabbing her pink towel. Jackson walks over to the door opening, a black figure runs into the door barking.

"AHH!" Irene yells frightened, she runs jumping on the couch as Jackson goes and grabs the barking animal. "AHHHH JACKSON-AH!" Irene yells looking at the figure in Jackson hands. Jackson pats the head of the figure. Jackson looks up at Irene who's standing on the couch. He laughs looking at Irene. "Bae, come down." Jackson says putting his hand out. Irene shook her head looking down that the thing in his arms. It was a three headed dog that made Irene's face turn up.

"JACKSON!" Irene yells pointing at one of the dog heads that was chewing on Jackson's arm. Jackson looked down moving the dogs head. "Bae, it's small. It won't hurt nor bite you hard." Jackson assures her. Irene looks at the dog playing with Jackson in his arms.

Irene begans to get down slowly.

She walks over to the younger looking at the dog. Jackson extends his arms out, startling Irene. "Jackson!" Irene yells, once again. The dogs look at her. "Their so small." Jackson says petting their heads. Irene looks up at him then down at the dog. "W-Whats their name?"

"Mocha is the one on the right, Milk is the one in the middle and Mochi is the one on the left." Jackson explains to her has Irene reaches her hand out trying to pet them. Mochi looks up at her then puts her head down at Irene pets her head. Irene gets startled stepping away. Jackson shakes his head. "they are nice Bae. They don't bite and if they do, they'll get punished so yeah." Irene sighed. "Is it a girl?" Jackson nodded kissing the tops of their heads. "but I'ma put them away and I'll show you them bathroom and stuff."

Irene nodded watching Jackson take the dog away. Mochi looks at Irene smiling as the others play with Jackson in his arms. Irene smiles watching Jackson take them out the room.

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Irene steps out the shower grabbing her towel wrapping it around her wet body. She shuts the shower curtain drying off her body. She pushed off her now wet and loosely curled hair off of her shoulder. She grabbed her bra and underwear placing it on and then followed by Jackson's shirt and her small spandex shorts. She grabbed her belongings, fixing up the bathroom before leaving out. She walked back to Jackson's room walking in. She walk over to her bag pulling out a plastic bag putting her dirty clothes into the bag. She tied it up placing it into her bag, she grabbed her brush, brushing her wet hair. Irene looks up at the door as Jackson walks through the door with his shirt off and a towel in his hand, drying his hair. Irene watched in silence as he moved around the room. Irene sat down watching. Jackson looking around the room for his phone. He grabs his pulling up his shorts that was falling. Irene grabbed her perfume and deodorant, putting some on. Jackson turned around to Irene walking over to her.