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[SCENES] Julian & Amara
Backdated to his party...
"You look so-"
Their breaths dueled as her back hit the edge of the sink, hands reaching for his shoulders as a blue mist reached back to lock the door.
"You look beautiful," he breathed, holding her waist, his words resigned to understatement.
Amara smiled a small, reluctant smile and released a content breath as he pressed his lips to hers, her fingers pushing his jacket over and down his shoulders unbeknownst to her conscious, lips working along his, also without thought.
Words finally found their way to her lips when he pulled back for air, fingers pulling back a bit, eyes watching his face. "Jules, I, um -- what are we doing?"
He smirked; under the bright lights of the room she could see the creases it made at the corner of his mouth. "Hiding in the bathroom," he answered, bemused, leaning forward to kiss her neck.
"Jules, you -- no, you," she paused, fingers latching onto the front of his jacket, backing up further into the sink. "We can't keep doing this," she stated, lashes fluttering slightly.
"Doing what?" He asked, voice thick as he tasted her pulse point.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt his hand grip her hips and lift her up, her hands grabbing onto his shoulder as he set her onto the cold sink, his lips not leaving where they were. "Everyone's right out there, Jules. They're here for your birthday party..." she trailed off, barely uttering her last few words, sighing.
"Yeah," he muttered distractedly, lips roaming to her shoulder and then back again, "my party. Do what I want."
"No, I mean," she paused again for her hands to detour to his, pushing his fingers away from her legs. "We can't keep sneaking around with everyone being right there."
He pulled away, acquiescing to her fingers' urging only to take them in his. "The door's locked," he argued, sighing.
Letting out a short breath, Amara wrapped her right leg around the back of his left one, heeled shoe brushing his right leg, and her fingers played with his. "I know." She looked down to their hands, letting out one small chuckle. "You don't want to do this in a bathroom, anyhow, Jules," she said, eyes finding their way backs to his, an eyebrow raised.
"No, I do," he corrected, matching her expression with an added smirk and pulling her forward, lips seeking hers. One arm wrapped around her and slyly pulled her hips even closer to his, body leaning into hers.
She let out a startled hum and looked between them fleetingly, lips giving into his, pushing his jacket back off his shoulders more. "Why do you always have to do that?" she muttered each word between eight seperate kisses, questioning him, her other leg wrapping around him.
"Because it works," he answered cockily, simpering between kisses and shrugging off his jacket.
Scooting toward him a bit more, her legs locked around his waist, grunting into their kiss at his words, and fingers worked at his hair, digits immersed in his black locks. "Jules," she spoke between their kissing again. "Happy... birthday." Her fingers moved and claimed his, dragging them to her lower back, urging him to pick her up and move their position again.
One hand slid under her bottom and tugged her off the counter. She grasped at him, legs tightening around him in surprise, a tinkling laugh echoing off the walls. He chuckled as they stumbled back and then against the vanity counter, bottles precariously falling over but affording them more space than before. Their amusement filtered away as his lips found hers again, nothing but shallow breaths filling the silence after the clatter. "Stay with me tonight." He pulled away enough to mutter the words, slightly slurred.
Her lips upturned into a smile as if he were joking and then she sobered. "No," she drawled out. "You know that I can't do that," she replied not so convincingly.
"Yes, you can," he exhaled, locking his gaze with hers. "No one will notice. Just stay here with me. I'll get a room. We can be alone."
Amara stared at him, gaze reluctant. "Jules," she began, "you know that everyone will notice. Besides, this is your parents' hotel. It's sort of the very last place that I want to spend the night at." Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips quirked awkwardedly.
"My parents aren't here," he said, threading his fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp. "And technically it's my brother's hotel. No one will notice. Half the school is here and they're all drunk."
She pursed her lips in consideration and she looked away from him after a moment, tongue darting to touch coloured lips, mind wandering. "Okay," she finally whispered, the sound small in the big room, looking back to him after another pause. "Yeah, I'll -- I'll stay."
Only a very tiny bit of light made its way past the curtains that were over the window, but the city itself was enough to light the room in the dark, outlines and bold details of each of their faces the only true apparent features from their distance.
Julian feathered his fingers over her cheek, finger brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her skin, and Amara’s eyes fluttered closed, lashes touching his skin. She felt him move closer to her and press a kiss to her forehead, her lips smiling a sad smile in the dark.
When he pulled back slightly, her eyes opened, the white of his eyes visible along with his pupils, his usual blue lost, and one of his released breaths met the skin of her face as she lolled her head down further into her pillow, both of her hands resting against his recumbent form.
She moved one of her hands to pull his hand from her hair, bringing his fingers and knuckles to her lips, breaths sighing onto his hand.
“Jules?”
He let her fingers play with his, his eyes watching her barely-lit face. “Hmm?”
Amara brought his knuckles to her lips again, lips feathering, and she spoke against his skin. “I hope your birthday was everything you wanted it to be,” she said, a hint of hesitant guilt within her tone.
His eyes softened, cyan sparkling in the scant light, kissed knuckles straying to feather across her skin. "It was," he murmured simply, a bit of sadness blinking into his gaze.
Her lashes fluttered again, leaning into his touch without a second thought, her fingers wrapping around his wrist as he touched her cheek, a kiss pressing against the heel of his hand, and the hesitance filtered on through and into her focus, eyes opening halfway. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." He shifted slightly, closer, fingertips making little circles beneath her ear. "Had a big party," he smiled. "Saw my brother. You're here. I don't think there's anything else I want."
Forcing a breath out, her lips smiled a very small smile, the rest of her facial features very much blank, and one of her hands pressed and flattened against his chest, pausing, thinking. She nodded against his hand slowly, lips passing out a soft, humourless laugh. "I'm sorry."
His brows furrowed, hand deserting her neck to wrap around her, dragging her closer. "What are you sorry for?" His nose bumped against hers, palm feeling the soft fabric of her dress.
Another humourless laugh left her, dissipating against his shirt, her nose burying itself into the fabric, and her eyes fell closed, forehead leaning against his shoulder. "Just... everything," she replied, pausing, and her hand pressed against his upper arm, fingers feeling, finally finding her next words, "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
He sighed against her hair, lips brushing the styled curls and held her, eyelids fluttering closed. "Like what? What was it supposed to be like?"
"Like this," she said, the words caught, muffled in his shirt, before she brought her face upward. "Sneaking around in bathrooms and hotels. Us --" another nervous laugh left her before continuing, "us being like this at all."
He frowned, reaching to trace the soft skin at the hem of her dress, watching the rueful and sweetly sad smile still lingering at her lips. Her fingers smoothed his collar, playing idly with a button. "It's better than not being an us at all," he said after a moment.
She tipped her chin to press a chaste kiss on his mouth, grazing a touch between the opening of his shirt. "I know," she sighed into him, lips teasing the corner of his. "But it's not fair, and it's..." She trailed off, leaning back to look into his eyes. "You know what they are thinking about us," she said solemnly. "What they're saying."
He exhaled, cyan half-lidded as he pressed her ever closer, the solid warmth of his body melting into hers. "I think I can deal with that," he said carefully, gently, "if this is what I get in the end."
Her fingers dragged across the line of his collarbone, nose burying into the fabric covering his shoulder, breathing. "I don't think it's that easy, Jules," she mumbled.
Sighing out a heavy breath, Julian moved his hands up and down her body, massaging comforting circles into her skin as he did so. "I didn't say it would be easy, beautiful. I said that I -- we can deal with what anyone's saying," he reassured her, pausing, fingers detouring from her skin to test her blonde curls. "I'm here," he finally whispered, voice continually calm and even.
Amara pulled back to look him in the eyes, widened pupils searching his, and she feathered her fingers over his skin, fluttering fingers flattening across his cheek, smiling another sad, small smile. "I know," she whispered, "It's just.... you know, with everyone talking, I just..." She blinked away from his gaze momentarily, thinking, before she hesitantly settled on accepting their situation, looking back to him, fingers cupping his cheek with another sad smile. "I'm just sorry, Jules."
"There's nothing to be sorry for," he whispered. Delicately he slid her hand from his face and kissed the tip of her digits, thumb rubbing into her palm.
"Yes, there is," she replied quickly. "You know that there is," she paused and studied his face, watching him kiss her thumb. "You know, you don't have to put on like this. I -- I'm here, too."
He didn't say anything for a long moment, his level breathing the only sound that filled the room. Fingers lightly trailed up and down her arm, leaving shivering goosebumps in their wake, cyan irises locked onto her gaze. Words bubbled in her throat at his silence, at the penetrating search of his eyes. Just when she was sure he was going to say nothing in response his lips parted. "I know," he said simply, taking in a deep breath. "I'm sorry too, sweetheart. But at the same time I'm not." He looked between them, fingers playing with her dress' hem, sliding the silky fabric between his fingers. "If we hadn't kissed, we wouldn't be here right now."
"I know," she agreed solemnly, leaning into him further, the fingers of her left hand fingering the wrinkling fabric of his shirt. "I just... nevermind." Her digits fingered the end of one of his sleeves as he tested the fabric of her dress more.
"No," he said gently, palm flattening on her thigh, moving up to her waist, fabric bunching. "What?"
"I just feel guilty," she whispered finally, eyes glued to his hand instead of his face, mind not in the room, wandering. "I feel most guilty that I -- about the fact that I don't feel guilty about you," her voice mumbled, mind working and deciphering thoughts. "I should feel more guilty about this -- about -- about caring for you."
"I wouldn't want you to feel guilty about caring for me." He shifted closer, neck arching and forehead resting against hers. Hesitantly her despaired eyes met his. "I know I was being selfish..." His lips quirked, eyes still sad. "Coming onto you like that, kissing you..." He trailed off, thumb reaching to press against her bottom lip, breath shaking. "I feel like an asshole for putting Marie through this... for putting you through this. But when I'm with you, it's hard to think about what I should be feeling."
She gazed into his eyes, emotions a myriad, and she blinked away after a pause, looking downward, eyes finding their way to his lips. "I know, Jules," she paused again, eyes falling half-lidded, voice continuing, repeating, "I know."
His brows furrowed, fingers looping around her ear and gently massaging the lobe. His nose slid along hers, her small gasping breath tasting hot on his lips. "I'm sorry," he forced out, the emotion rearing up inside of him out of nowhere. "I'm sorry for doing this to you," he said, tone laced with the sudden guilt he'd thought was gone curling inside of him.
Her eyes blinked shut further, sucking in a breath. "I'm sorry, too." She opened her eyes and met his, the little bit of light enough to show the colour of them shining. "I just don't want to hurt anyone anymore -- I don't want to be sorry anymore, Jules," her voice cracked slightly, fingers coming up to rest against his cheek. "I just -- we're here and I love you so much, but as soon as we go back to that school, we have to face everyone and deal with everything, and I just -- I'm tired, Jules," she stated blankly, honestly, forehead pressing against his firmly.
"It gets better," he promised, voice calmer. His lips feathered softly over hers, detouring to sweep over the tip of her cheek, dragging down to press against her mouth. "We have this." He stroked her hair back, kissing her again, sighing when she leaned into him, nails lightly grazing his cheek. "I know you're tired," he whispered, clothes rustling as he pulled her closer. "But I got you," he assured her. "I love you," he nudged his nose against her cheek, beckoning her lips, tongue licking her lips apart.
Her fingers curved around his face, tips of her digits pulling his hair forward, ruffling his locks, as his tongue slid along hers, her short breaths coming in through her nose, pulling back after she inhaled more air. "I love you, too." He held her gaze, her digits still fingering his locks. Her eyes fell closed and her forehead leaned into his, breathing, voice honest as she spoke, "I promise I won't -- I won't hurt you again."
He exhaled shakily at her words, lashes fluttering and eyes watching her closed ones. "I know you didn't mean to." He nuzzled closer, the confession resonating between them. "I was an idiot then, Amara. I didn't think-" One arm snaked around her, fingers weaving into her hair. "I'm not going to push you away again," he said resolutely.
"I know." She opened her eyes halfway, gazing at him. "I believe you, I do," she reassured him, hand cupping his cheek, a small smile touching her lips.
He smiled back, rubbing her hair between his fingers. "We're going to be okay, princess."
Eyes opening all the way, she pressed herself closer against him, eyes and lips close to his. Her lips parted and a breath escaped her, her mouth brushing against the corner of his, body sighing against his. "I -- I know," she paused, eyes falling back to being half-lidded. "I trust you, Jules," she whispered, voice still honest.
A heavy breath left him, his smile quirking further upwards, digits scratching the nape of her neck. "I trust you too," he murmured against her, sighing into a sweet lingering kiss, tongue and lips moving along hers gently and slow.
Her lips carressed against his tenderly, throating humming slow and evenly, and she wrapped her two legs around his left one, her fingers once again twisting into his hair as his arm curled further around her. Her thumb rubbed a repeating line on his jaw before she felt his mouth desert hers, her teeth grabbing his bottom lip simultaneously, tongue beckoning him back.
He groaned softly under his breath and obliged, tilting his head to the side and soothing the small sounds leaving her throat with his kiss. His hands roamed along her frame, detouring to touch uncovered skin and to bunch up the fabric of whatever expanses were covered, lips still thorough and careful against hers. They only parted to suck in air greedily, bodies pressed tight and shivering slightly with want.
His eyes held hers and she sighed shakily, lashes fluttering, but still watching him. She let her fingers feather over his jaw and down his neck, feeling the skin at the top of his shirt, the top two buttons already undone, and he pulled her closer, her throat humming again, tongue darting to lick her lips before his mouth claimed hers again. Her fingers worked at his third button, it coming undone after a few moments of struggle, and Julian pulled back again, the both of them breathing.
He breathed deeply, eyes searching hers before dipping to the curves of her body, still tangled and curled with his. "Is this what you want?" He asked after a moment, blue flicking back to hers, fingertips playing over one strap of her dress.
She watched him, eyes penetrating and searching his gaze for a moment, fingers working at his fourth button. Her lips moved and pressed to his cheek, nose nuzzling against his skin, legs wrapping around his tighter, and she nodded, digits undoing his fourth button between them.
"You look so-"
Their breaths dueled as her back hit the edge of the sink, hands reaching for his shoulders as a blue mist reached back to lock the door.
"You look beautiful," he breathed, holding her waist, his words resigned to understatement.
Amara smiled a small, reluctant smile and released a content breath as he pressed his lips to hers, her fingers pushing his jacket over and down his shoulders unbeknownst to her conscious, lips working along his, also without thought.
Words finally found their way to her lips when he pulled back for air, fingers pulling back a bit, eyes watching his face. "Jules, I, um -- what are we doing?"
He smirked; under the bright lights of the room she could see the creases it made at the corner of his mouth. "Hiding in the bathroom," he answered, bemused, leaning forward to kiss her neck.
"Jules, you -- no, you," she paused, fingers latching onto the front of his jacket, backing up further into the sink. "We can't keep doing this," she stated, lashes fluttering slightly.
"Doing what?" He asked, voice thick as he tasted her pulse point.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt his hand grip her hips and lift her up, her hands grabbing onto his shoulder as he set her onto the cold sink, his lips not leaving where they were. "Everyone's right out there, Jules. They're here for your birthday party..." she trailed off, barely uttering her last few words, sighing.
"Yeah," he muttered distractedly, lips roaming to her shoulder and then back again, "my party. Do what I want."
"No, I mean," she paused again for her hands to detour to his, pushing his fingers away from her legs. "We can't keep sneaking around with everyone being right there."
He pulled away, acquiescing to her fingers' urging only to take them in his. "The door's locked," he argued, sighing.
Letting out a short breath, Amara wrapped her right leg around the back of his left one, heeled shoe brushing his right leg, and her fingers played with his. "I know." She looked down to their hands, letting out one small chuckle. "You don't want to do this in a bathroom, anyhow, Jules," she said, eyes finding their way backs to his, an eyebrow raised.
"No, I do," he corrected, matching her expression with an added smirk and pulling her forward, lips seeking hers. One arm wrapped around her and slyly pulled her hips even closer to his, body leaning into hers.
She let out a startled hum and looked between them fleetingly, lips giving into his, pushing his jacket back off his shoulders more. "Why do you always have to do that?" she muttered each word between eight seperate kisses, questioning him, her other leg wrapping around him.
"Because it works," he answered cockily, simpering between kisses and shrugging off his jacket.
Scooting toward him a bit more, her legs locked around his waist, grunting into their kiss at his words, and fingers worked at his hair, digits immersed in his black locks. "Jules," she spoke between their kissing again. "Happy... birthday." Her fingers moved and claimed his, dragging them to her lower back, urging him to pick her up and move their position again.
One hand slid under her bottom and tugged her off the counter. She grasped at him, legs tightening around him in surprise, a tinkling laugh echoing off the walls. He chuckled as they stumbled back and then against the vanity counter, bottles precariously falling over but affording them more space than before. Their amusement filtered away as his lips found hers again, nothing but shallow breaths filling the silence after the clatter. "Stay with me tonight." He pulled away enough to mutter the words, slightly slurred.
Her lips upturned into a smile as if he were joking and then she sobered. "No," she drawled out. "You know that I can't do that," she replied not so convincingly.
"Yes, you can," he exhaled, locking his gaze with hers. "No one will notice. Just stay here with me. I'll get a room. We can be alone."
Amara stared at him, gaze reluctant. "Jules," she began, "you know that everyone will notice. Besides, this is your parents' hotel. It's sort of the very last place that I want to spend the night at." Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips quirked awkwardedly.
"My parents aren't here," he said, threading his fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp. "And technically it's my brother's hotel. No one will notice. Half the school is here and they're all drunk."
She pursed her lips in consideration and she looked away from him after a moment, tongue darting to touch coloured lips, mind wandering. "Okay," she finally whispered, the sound small in the big room, looking back to him after another pause. "Yeah, I'll -- I'll stay."
Only a very tiny bit of light made its way past the curtains that were over the window, but the city itself was enough to light the room in the dark, outlines and bold details of each of their faces the only true apparent features from their distance.
Julian feathered his fingers over her cheek, finger brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her skin, and Amara’s eyes fluttered closed, lashes touching his skin. She felt him move closer to her and press a kiss to her forehead, her lips smiling a sad smile in the dark.
When he pulled back slightly, her eyes opened, the white of his eyes visible along with his pupils, his usual blue lost, and one of his released breaths met the skin of her face as she lolled her head down further into her pillow, both of her hands resting against his recumbent form.
She moved one of her hands to pull his hand from her hair, bringing his fingers and knuckles to her lips, breaths sighing onto his hand.
“Jules?”
He let her fingers play with his, his eyes watching her barely-lit face. “Hmm?”
Amara brought his knuckles to her lips again, lips feathering, and she spoke against his skin. “I hope your birthday was everything you wanted it to be,” she said, a hint of hesitant guilt within her tone.
His eyes softened, cyan sparkling in the scant light, kissed knuckles straying to feather across her skin. "It was," he murmured simply, a bit of sadness blinking into his gaze.
Her lashes fluttered again, leaning into his touch without a second thought, her fingers wrapping around his wrist as he touched her cheek, a kiss pressing against the heel of his hand, and the hesitance filtered on through and into her focus, eyes opening halfway. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." He shifted slightly, closer, fingertips making little circles beneath her ear. "Had a big party," he smiled. "Saw my brother. You're here. I don't think there's anything else I want."
Forcing a breath out, her lips smiled a very small smile, the rest of her facial features very much blank, and one of her hands pressed and flattened against his chest, pausing, thinking. She nodded against his hand slowly, lips passing out a soft, humourless laugh. "I'm sorry."
His brows furrowed, hand deserting her neck to wrap around her, dragging her closer. "What are you sorry for?" His nose bumped against hers, palm feeling the soft fabric of her dress.
Another humourless laugh left her, dissipating against his shirt, her nose burying itself into the fabric, and her eyes fell closed, forehead leaning against his shoulder. "Just... everything," she replied, pausing, and her hand pressed against his upper arm, fingers feeling, finally finding her next words, "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
He sighed against her hair, lips brushing the styled curls and held her, eyelids fluttering closed. "Like what? What was it supposed to be like?"
"Like this," she said, the words caught, muffled in his shirt, before she brought her face upward. "Sneaking around in bathrooms and hotels. Us --" another nervous laugh left her before continuing, "us being like this at all."
He frowned, reaching to trace the soft skin at the hem of her dress, watching the rueful and sweetly sad smile still lingering at her lips. Her fingers smoothed his collar, playing idly with a button. "It's better than not being an us at all," he said after a moment.
She tipped her chin to press a chaste kiss on his mouth, grazing a touch between the opening of his shirt. "I know," she sighed into him, lips teasing the corner of his. "But it's not fair, and it's..." She trailed off, leaning back to look into his eyes. "You know what they are thinking about us," she said solemnly. "What they're saying."
He exhaled, cyan half-lidded as he pressed her ever closer, the solid warmth of his body melting into hers. "I think I can deal with that," he said carefully, gently, "if this is what I get in the end."
Her fingers dragged across the line of his collarbone, nose burying into the fabric covering his shoulder, breathing. "I don't think it's that easy, Jules," she mumbled.
Sighing out a heavy breath, Julian moved his hands up and down her body, massaging comforting circles into her skin as he did so. "I didn't say it would be easy, beautiful. I said that I -- we can deal with what anyone's saying," he reassured her, pausing, fingers detouring from her skin to test her blonde curls. "I'm here," he finally whispered, voice continually calm and even.
Amara pulled back to look him in the eyes, widened pupils searching his, and she feathered her fingers over his skin, fluttering fingers flattening across his cheek, smiling another sad, small smile. "I know," she whispered, "It's just.... you know, with everyone talking, I just..." She blinked away from his gaze momentarily, thinking, before she hesitantly settled on accepting their situation, looking back to him, fingers cupping his cheek with another sad smile. "I'm just sorry, Jules."
"There's nothing to be sorry for," he whispered. Delicately he slid her hand from his face and kissed the tip of her digits, thumb rubbing into her palm.
"Yes, there is," she replied quickly. "You know that there is," she paused and studied his face, watching him kiss her thumb. "You know, you don't have to put on like this. I -- I'm here, too."
He didn't say anything for a long moment, his level breathing the only sound that filled the room. Fingers lightly trailed up and down her arm, leaving shivering goosebumps in their wake, cyan irises locked onto her gaze. Words bubbled in her throat at his silence, at the penetrating search of his eyes. Just when she was sure he was going to say nothing in response his lips parted. "I know," he said simply, taking in a deep breath. "I'm sorry too, sweetheart. But at the same time I'm not." He looked between them, fingers playing with her dress' hem, sliding the silky fabric between his fingers. "If we hadn't kissed, we wouldn't be here right now."
"I know," she agreed solemnly, leaning into him further, the fingers of her left hand fingering the wrinkling fabric of his shirt. "I just... nevermind." Her digits fingered the end of one of his sleeves as he tested the fabric of her dress more.
"No," he said gently, palm flattening on her thigh, moving up to her waist, fabric bunching. "What?"
"I just feel guilty," she whispered finally, eyes glued to his hand instead of his face, mind not in the room, wandering. "I feel most guilty that I -- about the fact that I don't feel guilty about you," her voice mumbled, mind working and deciphering thoughts. "I should feel more guilty about this -- about -- about caring for you."
"I wouldn't want you to feel guilty about caring for me." He shifted closer, neck arching and forehead resting against hers. Hesitantly her despaired eyes met his. "I know I was being selfish..." His lips quirked, eyes still sad. "Coming onto you like that, kissing you..." He trailed off, thumb reaching to press against her bottom lip, breath shaking. "I feel like an asshole for putting Marie through this... for putting you through this. But when I'm with you, it's hard to think about what I should be feeling."
She gazed into his eyes, emotions a myriad, and she blinked away after a pause, looking downward, eyes finding their way to his lips. "I know, Jules," she paused again, eyes falling half-lidded, voice continuing, repeating, "I know."
His brows furrowed, fingers looping around her ear and gently massaging the lobe. His nose slid along hers, her small gasping breath tasting hot on his lips. "I'm sorry," he forced out, the emotion rearing up inside of him out of nowhere. "I'm sorry for doing this to you," he said, tone laced with the sudden guilt he'd thought was gone curling inside of him.
Her eyes blinked shut further, sucking in a breath. "I'm sorry, too." She opened her eyes and met his, the little bit of light enough to show the colour of them shining. "I just don't want to hurt anyone anymore -- I don't want to be sorry anymore, Jules," her voice cracked slightly, fingers coming up to rest against his cheek. "I just -- we're here and I love you so much, but as soon as we go back to that school, we have to face everyone and deal with everything, and I just -- I'm tired, Jules," she stated blankly, honestly, forehead pressing against his firmly.
"It gets better," he promised, voice calmer. His lips feathered softly over hers, detouring to sweep over the tip of her cheek, dragging down to press against her mouth. "We have this." He stroked her hair back, kissing her again, sighing when she leaned into him, nails lightly grazing his cheek. "I know you're tired," he whispered, clothes rustling as he pulled her closer. "But I got you," he assured her. "I love you," he nudged his nose against her cheek, beckoning her lips, tongue licking her lips apart.
Her fingers curved around his face, tips of her digits pulling his hair forward, ruffling his locks, as his tongue slid along hers, her short breaths coming in through her nose, pulling back after she inhaled more air. "I love you, too." He held her gaze, her digits still fingering his locks. Her eyes fell closed and her forehead leaned into his, breathing, voice honest as she spoke, "I promise I won't -- I won't hurt you again."
He exhaled shakily at her words, lashes fluttering and eyes watching her closed ones. "I know you didn't mean to." He nuzzled closer, the confession resonating between them. "I was an idiot then, Amara. I didn't think-" One arm snaked around her, fingers weaving into her hair. "I'm not going to push you away again," he said resolutely.
"I know." She opened her eyes halfway, gazing at him. "I believe you, I do," she reassured him, hand cupping his cheek, a small smile touching her lips.
He smiled back, rubbing her hair between his fingers. "We're going to be okay, princess."
Eyes opening all the way, she pressed herself closer against him, eyes and lips close to his. Her lips parted and a breath escaped her, her mouth brushing against the corner of his, body sighing against his. "I -- I know," she paused, eyes falling back to being half-lidded. "I trust you, Jules," she whispered, voice still honest.
A heavy breath left him, his smile quirking further upwards, digits scratching the nape of her neck. "I trust you too," he murmured against her, sighing into a sweet lingering kiss, tongue and lips moving along hers gently and slow.
Her lips carressed against his tenderly, throating humming slow and evenly, and she wrapped her two legs around his left one, her fingers once again twisting into his hair as his arm curled further around her. Her thumb rubbed a repeating line on his jaw before she felt his mouth desert hers, her teeth grabbing his bottom lip simultaneously, tongue beckoning him back.
He groaned softly under his breath and obliged, tilting his head to the side and soothing the small sounds leaving her throat with his kiss. His hands roamed along her frame, detouring to touch uncovered skin and to bunch up the fabric of whatever expanses were covered, lips still thorough and careful against hers. They only parted to suck in air greedily, bodies pressed tight and shivering slightly with want.
His eyes held hers and she sighed shakily, lashes fluttering, but still watching him. She let her fingers feather over his jaw and down his neck, feeling the skin at the top of his shirt, the top two buttons already undone, and he pulled her closer, her throat humming again, tongue darting to lick her lips before his mouth claimed hers again. Her fingers worked at his third button, it coming undone after a few moments of struggle, and Julian pulled back again, the both of them breathing.
He breathed deeply, eyes searching hers before dipping to the curves of her body, still tangled and curled with his. "Is this what you want?" He asked after a moment, blue flicking back to hers, fingertips playing over one strap of her dress.
She watched him, eyes penetrating and searching his gaze for a moment, fingers working at his fourth button. Her lips moved and pressed to his cheek, nose nuzzling against his skin, legs wrapping around his tighter, and she nodded, digits undoing his fourth button between them.