Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-08-09 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-22 |
When I first saw you, I knew that you had a flame in your heart
Who: Jezebelle and Graham
Where: Their house
When: Evening
Jezebelle wrapped a towel around her body as she stepped out of the shower, the water warm against her cool skin. It was one of those days where she wanted to fall into bed, a long day at work messing with her sleep schedule and exhausting her. The evening with Graham had added to it, but that was nothing to complain about, not in the least. She'd never been with a man with such an insatiable appetite, and it was nice to feel wanted at any hour of the day. After wringing out her hair, she opened the bathroom door, letting the steam out of the bathroom before handing a towel back to Graham. "I have a present for you once you're dry," she smiled. It would take no time at all. She'd never known anyone else as opposed to water as her childe.
Showers were never something Graham was fond of. Not that he had bad hygiene or anything, but him and water weren't exactly on the best of terms. Though with Jezebelle there, it made it worth while to stay around a bit longer. Well, Jezebelle made just about everything worth while. Perhaps a bit distracting when he had some important matters to discuss with her, like the new blood doll he found, but that could take a back seat for now. Raising an eyebrow, he looked on over to his sire and flicked his damp hair out from his face. "A present?" He liked presents from her, only because so far they involved blood for him. A slight grin appeared on his lips as he ran his towel over his hair before wrapping it around his waist. His arms instantly hugged his body in an attempt to warm himself up, but like that was ever going to help. "You didn't have to get me anything," he purred to her while kissing her forehead.
Noticing the shiver, she made note to get a glass of fire elemental blood for him when she went to get his present. She hated how easily he got chilled, but there wasn't much that she could do about it other than try to always keep spark in stock. Unfortunately, it wasn't the easiest thing to find and it felt like they were running out just as soon as she found some. "It's not really something new," she said, a warm flutter moving through her as he kissed her forehead. She loved the sweet side of him, the side that no one else got to see but her. "More like, something I wanted to do for you. Wait here for a second?" she asked, lifting up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. She hurried out in her towel, going to retrieve the guitar that Rigby had dropped off that afternoon. She could get dressed afterwards.
Not something new? That just kept a puzzled expression on his face. After blinking for a second, he decided to heed Jezebelle's request and stay put. Sitting still wasn't exactly his favorite pastime, but hopefully it was worth it. Shuffling on over to the bedroom, he plopped on down while wrapping himself up in several blankets and waited as he poked his head out. Really now? You're still doing that? Kismet fluttered on over from the window and landed on his nose, twitching an antennae up at him. "Doing what?" The whole cocoon thing! I'd think you'd be used to the cold by now! "It's not exactly a fucking walk in the park," he glared at his familiar and shivered some more before nuzzling into his blankets.
All she could give Graham was a tea cup of fire elemental blood, but it was better than nothing. She was tempted to mix it with a few other types, but decided he'd sleep better if it was 100% spark and nothing else. With the blood warmed, she grabbed the bag with the guitar in it and returned to the room. "Aww, be nice to Kizzy," Jezebelle snickered. The moth wasn't her best friend by any means, but seeing her on Graham's nose was a picture she would have enjoyed. "Here, drink this first," she said, handing him the cup of blood. "Then you can open the bag." She set it on the bed next to him, then picked up her hair brush off the dresser. She wanted to get dressed, but wouldn't risk looking away, for fear she'd miss something.
"Hey! She started it! I'm just trying to be fucking comfortable." Graham took the cup of blood in hand and held it close, nuzzling into the warmth while Kismet snickered and relocated herself over to the bag, curious as to what was inside of it. After a long gulp, he exhaled and accepted the warmth that consumed him. Not as warm as he used to be. Hell, he was never going to be as warm as he used to be, though this was better than nothing. "Thank you," he purred lightly, looking on up to Jezebelle while rubbing his eyes. While he was getting a bit more sleep than he used to when he was human, it was still bare minimum and those dark circles kept looming beneath his eyes. At least Jezebelle did a good job helping him wake up in the shower. Still rubbing his eyes, he looked over his sire, rather enjoying the view as he kept sipping at the cup of blood with an adoring smile.
Jezebelle slipped on a black and cream lace lingerie set as Graham sipped his blood, sneaking in a little smile at him before she wrapped a silk robe around her body. While she enjoyed wearing nothing around him, it usually meant the night was a wash-- they'd be lucky to even leave the bedroom. Once dressed, Jezebelle plopped down on the bed, looking at him with a grin. "I know it's not wrapped with a big pretty bow, but open it," she said. She was hoping he'd be excited about it, even if it wouldn't play. There might be someone who could complete the fix, with magic, but she had yet to go that far. She wanted his opinion on it first.
He chuckled softly into his cup at her giddy state. "Haven't seen you this anxious in a while." Ok, so she had been anxious for various things, but giving him a gift? Not so much. Knocking back the rest of the blood, he placed the cup off to the side before looking over the bag. He didn't have the slightest clue as to what was inside. Shooing Kismet away, who gladly moved and nestled into his hair, he carefully tucked at the bag, wondering what exactly was hiding underneath. It didn't take long for Graham to unveil the red Airline guitar that was underneath, gasping as he caught sight of it. He clearly remembered demolishing the piece of plastic the other week during his violent fit of withdrawal. The moment was an immense blur that he didn't realize he destroyed his childhood guitar until the next day. And he was more than positive he threw out the remains, knowing it was pointless to save it. Now it was patched up before his eyes and Graham actually felt bad for going out and replacing it with a brand new toy.
"...oh my god," was all he could get out while he stared, placing a hand over his mouth while reaching out to touch it. So many memories were shared with that instrument and here he thought he destroyed all of them. "How did you...?" No, there was no point in asking how she even managed to do this. The fact she figured it out alone touched Graham immensely. After blinking his eyes constantly to keep from tearing up, he looked on over to Jezebelle and smiled, "Thank you. I can't tell you how much this means to me."
"It won't play," Jezebelle told him quickly. "At least, not yet. I'm trying to see if there's such thing as a magical repair shop, some place that can fix the things that normal tools can't." In the state it was in before, a normal repair shop would have laughed at her wanting to fix it. What Rigby had done was amazing and she couldn't thank him enough for it. Somehow she'd repay him, just as soon as she could figure out how. "I called your friend Rigby. He's the one that actually put it back together," she smiled. "I thought you would want it for sentimental value, if nothing else." By the looks of things, she'd been right.
Graham would have been shocked if it could play on top of all of that. Just having the guitar around was good enough for him. Picking it up to examine the body, he noticed the large hole in the back of the guitar. It didn't bother him in the slightest, seeing that this was better than nothing at all. "Rigby did this?" He whipped his head to the side to eye Jezebelle, shock laced within his tone. A moment of silence swept over him and all he did was scoff gently with a smile. "I owe that bastard ten drinks now." Graham sat back down next to Jezebelle with the guitar in his lap, running his fingers over the neck. "So I take it you met up with him and everything?" He didn't bother asking if Rigby was nice to her, for her knew that he was always a southern gentleman. Jezebelle deserved that league of respect.
"I stole his number from your phone," Jezebelle said, quite pleased with herself. "You'd mentioned playing with him before, so I thought he might know something about guitars." She'd lucked out on Rigby actually knowing how to piece one back together. Graham probably could have done the same, but that would have ruined the surprise. "He came by and picked up the pieces. He seems like a nice guy. Tell him if he ever needs a place to crash for a night or two, we have extra room." A few nights she could handle and she'd told Rigby as much, but she knew it needed to come from Graham for Rigby to ever consider the offer. "I owe him," she pointed out. "This was my favor."
"You what?!" His eyes bulged out for a moment upon finding out that bit of information, only to break out into laughter a second later. "Tricky little minx." He didn't mind Jezebelle poking around on his phone, just as long as she didn't become destructive with it. "I'll let him know, though. Both the favor part and the crashing here part. He's a bit of a nomad, so he's perfectly content with sleeping in his truck, but I'll let him know." Graham paused, then raised an eyebrow at Jezebelle. "Just be careful around him, ok? He's a telepath. He's not a fucking douchebag about it, thank god, but last thing I want is for him to find out something he's not suppose to know." Mostly the assassinations. The drugs Graham could have cared less about. His friend knew he was an addict and if Rigby did as much as act shocked over the fact he hooked up with his drug dealer, Graham would have just shot him a 'Really now?' look and then go on with his life.
"Relax, I wasn't poking around. I went in for what I needed and then left it alone," Jezebelle said, rolling her eyes. She knew Graham needed his privacy and she wouldn't have appreciated it if he was nosing around in her private matters either. This was for a good purpose, and so she'd felt it was worth the risk. "Telepath?" Her smile faded and her jaw tightened as she tried to recall what she'd been thinking in his presence. Was he one of those that was always listening or could he turn it on and off? Had he picked up on what they did? The drug deals he surely knew about, but the Shade business was something she didn't intend to share with anyone but Graham and those who needed their services. Plus, there were all the little things that floated through her head from time to time, the thoughts she didn't intend to share with anyone... "I didn't realize. I'll be more careful."
He didn't expect anything less than what Jezebelle was doing that moment. The telepathy thing was kind of not handy when it came to their line of business. It merely meant they had to be more careful around Rigby. He didn't want Jezebelle to fear him or anything. Really now, Rigby wouldn't hurt a fly. "Hey, no need to worry," he reassured Jezebelle, leaning in to kiss her forehead and let his hand linger against her cheek. "He's the closest thing I got to a best friend and he views it more of a curse than anything. I mean, fuck, he puts up with me somehow, so he's not that bad." Graham did his best to laugh it off in hopes to lighten the mood, though there was a voice in the back of his head telling him there was something to worry about - Hap knew. Hell, he called Graham out on everything the second the two crossed paths early that morning. While he did his best to play it off cool, he still felt paranoid. Part of him wanted to tell his sire, but the other part didn't want to put anymore stress on her. Something needed to be done to lighten the mood... "Oh! Speaking of guitars, I went off and bought myself a new one." No one should have been that excited about this. Honestly. Graham looked like he just received a puppy on Christmas morning.
Jezebelle smiled, but the worry lingered. As nice as Rigby might be, there were just some things he didn't need to know. In fact, being a nice guy might make it harder, since anyone with a conscience would have a problem with what she and Graham did to make a living-- except for the plant selling. That was truly harmless. "Just be careful," she said. "I know he's your friend, but not everyone can accept the dark like we can." For her it wasn't just accepting, but enjoying, and she knew Graham was there with her. Rigby, on the other hand, seemed like too nice a guy to be okay with their line of work, so it would be best to keep it from him, if possible. Letting the subject drop, she embraced his enthusiasm, always pleased to see him so happy. "I thought you would," she grinned. "Are you going to show me? Or do I have to go find it myself?" He was adorable when he was excited, displaying a childlike happiness that always made her smile back in return.
Careful wasn't really something Graham did on a regular basis, but he was going to have to get used to it if he wanted to remain discrete with his line of work. Not to mention he wasn't sure how much Rigby would accept. Apparently the guy knew about Chicago and his time in jail and that only made his friend shrug, but what about all the recent activity? Graham wasn't even willing to find out. Besides, there were more important matters at hand, like his shiny, new guitar. "Of course! Just give me a second." Placing his fixed guitar to the side, he bolted on off to the spare bedroom where he kept his brand new Gretsch guitar, picking up one of the amps, too. He quickly made his way back to the bedroom with a grin on his face while holding up the white and gold body to Jezebelle. "See?! It's a rare custom one that they had and I just had to buy it and it sounds so pretty and-" He settled the amp down and plopped back next to Jezebelle, looking all sorts coy, yet excited. "...can I play for you?" Music was one of those things that somehow kept his humanity intact now that he was a vampire. Any reason to play was a good one and before Jezebelle even responded, he was already hooking up the electric to the amp.
How adorable was that? She couldn't have told him no even if she wanted to. Jezebelle loved to hear him play, so much so that it would have won her over if he hadn't already stolen her heart. She'd never turn down an opportunity to listen, and curled up on the bed, ready for his performance. "Always," she smiled, reaching out to run a finger over the body. The guitar was gorgeous, a suitable replacement for the one he'd broken, and she was thrilled to hear him play it. "What will you play?" she asked. Many times she wondered if Graham wrote his own songs, if he wrote them down, or if they were completely spur of the moment. It seemed like he was capable of anything, so she was never quite sure. Someday she'd have to go and hear him play with Rigby, since she knew that it took more than one man to make a band, but until then she was happy listening to whatever he'd strum out.
Writing music wasn't exactly his forte. Improving and regular jamming was what he enjoyed the most. Always had to be the spur of the moment. He used to be a fire elemental, after all. It was fitting in that sense. "Don't know, but whatever it is, it will rock," he just grinned at Jezebelle and quickly tuned his guitar, not really caring if it was perfect or not. With that done, he fiddled with one of his necklaces briefly, removing the guitar pick that dangled from one of them and used it for his playing. He still remembered when Uli gave him that particular pick when they were kids and how much it meant to him. He wonder what she thought of her older brother smashing up his first guitar. Probably just shake her head and try to fix it, just like Jezebelle had. Those two definitely had to meet at some point, just so his sire knew the girl existed. Uli faded from his mind the second he started playing, not even shy when it came to singing either. It sounded far different from his other electric, having more of a crisp sound, yet still came off as dirty and rude. Electrics were awesome like that.
Graham played a guitar like no one she'd ever heard before. In fact, Jezebelle didn't know how he forced so many different sounds out of them; it was like he was playing two different instruments at once and her eyes were deceiving her. There was such a rawness to his music, a reality that drew her in and made her want to listen to him for hours. When he sang, it was still his voice, yet it matched the music in beat and pitch, a perfect combination. She shut her eyes and smiled, her fingers tapping along to the beat. Nothing she ever played on the piano could feel this real, but it'd been a long time since she'd given it a try. Music had not been this free when she'd been taught. There were rules to be followed, rules that she was sure Graham loved breaking every time he picked up the guitar.
Once the song faded away, he plucked idly at the guitar strings with a smile, only to lean in and stare at Jezebelle. "Looks like you enjoyed that one quite a bit," he teased her with a chuckle. Graham sat back up straight and continued to finger mindlessly at the guitar, not having a care in the world as his gaze remained on his sire. "Oh, and I met up with someone while I picked this up. Fuck, you're totally not going to believe this..." He laughed some more and shook his head. "I was on your computer a couple nights ago and got bored and decided to look up schizophrenic psychic blood. Figured you can find anything on the internet, right? Well... I found someone. Like, a blood doll selling themselves on Craigslist. Dead serious! She actually agreed to like... being mine and shit. Don't know if there's a technical term for it or what not... and oh! By the way, what the fuck happens when a vampire tries to eat food? Does the world end or something?" It sounded random, but meeting up with people made him think of his encounter with Lucy and the odd question she posed to him and in inability to answer it. Maybe Jezebelle would know.
Jezebelle leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Graham's lips as he leaned in. This lazy-seductive side of him was one she rarely saw, as he was normally so wound up that she didn't even have time to think, only to act on impulse. While there were no complaints, she enjoyed this as well. Settling back, Jezebelle propped her head up on her hand and smiled as she listened... at least at first. The moment he went into talking about finding himself a blood doll, she sat back up, face a touch paler than normal. "You found yourself a blood doll on the internet?! Are you out of your fucking mind?" Jezebelle didn't know what bothered her more-- that she hadn't been able to provide to him what he needed, and so he'd had to resort to this, or that he needed another women to suck on to get his high. No longer could she be his sole supplier, since her drugs did nothing for him. And if he was sucking on her to get high, knowing Graham, other things would follow. Jezebelle hated this idea.
Well, so much for getting an answer on the eating food bit. Maybe he could ask her when she was less... um... touchy? This reaction wasn't really one that Graham expected. Hell, he thought Jezebelle would have been proud of the fact he did something on his own. While he appreciated her help to no end, he didn't like the idea of sitting around and having someone wait on his every need for all of eternity. Graham had to go out and do something. It was in his nature. Oh, and the fact he found a female blood doll? Never once did it occur to him that perhaps that would set his sire off. His fingers stopped playing with the guitar strings, letting the chord fill up the room with a low hum and then faded out into light distortion as he stared at Jezebelle with a confused eyebrow cocked up. "... um... I like to think I'm not...? Shit, I was just trying to do something on my fucking own and not dump more shit in your lap." His lips parted again, as if to add onto that sentence, but instead he closed his lips and heaved out a sigh, turning the guitar off in the process. His eyes flicked back to her as he spoke, his voice low and somewhat calm, "Does it really bother you that much, Jez?" Because if it did, then Graham didn't know what he was going to do. He sure as fuck was NOT calling up Danica and telling her the deal was now off. No one controlled his life like that. Not even his sire. Not in his mind, anyways. Screw the rules, he'd become a loner vamp if he had to.
Looking down at the bed, Jezebelle blinked rapidly as she clenched her teeth tightly together. It was hard for her to see this as an act of independence and problem solving, when she was so busy hating this girl who had the nerve to-- to supply Graham. That had been her job, and if he'd been so desperate, then she could have taught him alternative methods or... or something. She knew he didn't want to rely on her, and she didn't expect him to, but this was one thing she thought she had covered. Apparently not. Unfortunately, Jezebelle didn't feel comfortable admitting how she felt, well aware that Graham didn't like to be tied down to anyone. If protesting would drive him away, she would not do so. "No," Jezebelle said softly, still refusing to look at him as she plucked at the bed spread with two perfectly manicured nails. "It just surprised me."
The way her eyes instantly averted from him and her voice spoke lowly made Graham's face knit up with worry. It was such an odd emotion for him, dealing both with what he wanted in life and thinking of the woman he loved. How the hell did anyone ever managed to keep a balance between the two? He hoped Jezebelle could at least understand how foreign as fuck this concept was to Graham, but until then, he placed the guitar on the bed and scooted over closer to Jezebelle, gently sliding a hand under her chin to lift her face up enough for him to kiss her cheek sweetly. "Didn't mean to surprise you like that." And here he thought Jezebelle would be able to laugh with him about the fact he found Danica online, of all the places to look. "Hey, look at me..." He nuzzled his face into hers and stared deep into her eyes while cupping her face. "At least we got this shit on tap now, right? Don't have to worry about me doing stupid shit like fucking up my guitar or your furniture, because I'm having withdrawal." He didn't want to be angry with his sire and he definitely didn't want her to be angry with him. The last thing Graham wanted to turn into was her own sire. He'd do his damnedest to keep Jezebelle happy. She deserved that at bare minimum.
Her eyes squeezed shut, as she could feel the blood rimming around them and the last thing she wanted to do right now was cry. It's just another girl. A human toy and a meal ticket, she told herself, but it was hard to disassociate the emotions that went with such simple knowledge. Listening to him talk about it, it did seem like a logical decision on his part, one built to prevent future incidents of withdraw. While Jezebelle would never dream of trying to separate Graham from his drugs, she hadn't expected it to come in the form of another woman. "I wish I could give you what you need," she said, then finally looked back up at him, a hint of defiance in her eyes. "If you bring your chew toy here, you clean the sheets. I only clean up blood and semen when I'm a part of making the mess." There. Now he had to do laundry. That'd show him.
Graham had something lined up to say in reply, something to the effect that she did give him what he needed. She was a mentor, a partner-in-crime, and most of all, a lover. His lover. He wasn't going to blow it all away on some random girl. Because he slept around didn't mean his heart belonged to all of this women. It was Jezebelle's and he mentally cursed himself for not having the balls to tell her sober. Though the second he parted his lips to say something, she threw in that last comment and thus left Graham dumb-stricken. He blinked his brown eyes, eventually tilted his head to the side, let the awkward silence wash over, and then brought a finger up as if to make some novel concept up on the spot. "...you are more than welcomed to join in on any mess of mine, I'll have you know." He was going to get slapped for this, most definitely, but Graham was just saying it like it was.
Jezebelle's eyes widened and she reached for the first thing she could get her hands on--luckily a pillow-- and smacked him upside the head. "I do not do girls," she said smartly. "Bite them, yes. Fuck with them, sure. But that in between thing you do? No, thank you, sir. I am a lady. And besides, if she made you squeal in a way that I can't, I'd rip her head off. Then you'd be short a blood doll and I'd have to buy a new mattress. They don't hold up well under too much blood." It sounded sensible, at least in her mind. She could easily see how Graham might enjoy such an arrangement, but Jezebelle wasn't usually attracted to girls and would more than likely find herself jealous. She'd never liked the idea of sharing Graham, but put up with it because forever was a long time to expect someone to be devoted to one person alone. That was easily what drove her away from her sire, and she wouldn't risk putting him in the same position.
The pillow whacking him in the face was highly unexpected and it showed with how his eyes bulged out after being bludgeoned with the object. He continued to sit there with wide puppy eyes as Jezebelle lectured him, looking away for a second and feeling somewhat sick at the fact he was only upsetting her more. After she was done, he recomposed his hair and blinked. "...sorry?" Nothing else came to mind that moment in hopes to change Jezebelle mood and see her smile again. Part of him thought of grabbing the guitar to play for her again, but what was the point when it would be an obvious pity move on his part? The worst part was that Graham never saw an issue with any of this. Here he thought Jezebelle was perfect fine with who he was. Did he think wrong? He didn't want this to turn into his relationship with Saoirse all over again and the thought of it made him pull away from Jezebelle and avert his gaze.
It was hard to stay mad at Graham when he looked like a kicked puppy. Besides, she'd been somewhat kidding in that little lecture, even if it was filled with truth. Sighing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him with a pout. "I don't expect to be the only woman in your life. I know I'm not. I just thought I'd be the only drug supplier. And so now you'll go get high with her, since I can't do that for you and... I'm not sure what you'll need me for." Insecurity thy name is Jezebelle. She tried to tell herself that he needed a sire more than he needed drugged blood, but when it came to Graham she wasn't entirely sure that was true. He was more independent than she'd ever had a chance to be and the idea of him leaving her scared the shit out of her. Then she'd be without a lover, childe, or sire, wondering just how she'd manage alone.
Graham was half expecting another pillow to the face, but instead he had Jezebelle snuggling in close. Bringing his eyes back to hers, he listened to his sire's words. It was odd in a sense that Jezebelle was no longer his drug dealer and if he had it his way, he would prefer getting his fix from her, but there were other things she could do that no one else really could. Snaking his arms around her waist, he pulled the vampire into his lap and embraced her gently. "I need you for guidance, for support..." He struggled with what he wished to say next, feeling his inside knot up in his bout of nervousness. As much as Graham liked being independent, he had to remember he used to be a fire elemental and became clingy as fuck when he wanted to be. This was a prime example, no questions asked. Trying to tell her how he truly felt wasn't easy and still scared Graham, though after sitting in silence for a while, swearing that his heart was beating too fast to even tell if it was working or not, he coyly looked in her eyes and went on, "...for love."
She wanted to argue, to tell him that he didn't have to say that when he didn't mean it, but more than that she wanted to believe it. If he was telling the truth, then that was a reason for him to stay close, and it also meant she wasn't alone in her feelings. Even if he'd told her once before, it was hard to believe him; he could say anything in the heat of the moment, but not meant it after. Right now, though, there was nothing impending his ability to think clearly, and when he looked into her eyes she could only believe he was telling the truth. "Love you too," she whispered, brushing her nose against him. "Can't blame me for being jealous, can you?" She couldn't hear his heartbeat, but she could hear him breathing, and the warmth from the spark he drank made him warm in her arms. The fire elemental blood was so hard to get that Jezebelle rarely had any herself, and instead she snuggled closer to him, enjoying how hot he felt against her cool skin.
A slight chuckle escaped Graham upon hearing her question. "I don't blame you for anything, Jez. Look," he pulled her in closer, running a hand up and down her back in hopes that it would soothe her, "the way I see it, I only go home to one bed - yours. And not just because you got fucking light-proof shit in there. It's because regardless of what's going on or who I'm with or whatever, at the end of the day, you're the one I want beside me. You're the one that matters, Jez. You're the one that I'm proud to have in my life forever. And I don't know how much this shit even registers to you, because um-" He let out a nervous laugh while shaking his head. "-I'm not used to this. I don't fall for just anyone. Shit, you're the second girl I've said this to and the only person who didn't kick me down when I did. I'd like to keep it that way, if you're ok with that."
Jezebelle listened, biting her bottom lip till she could taste her own blood, her eyes locked on his. He'd never been this open with her on this particular subject and she didn't want to speak up till she knew he was done. Only then did she lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, breaking away before speaking. "That means so, so much to me. I can't even... describe," she said, resting her forehead on his. "You're the only man who's ever both loved me and let me be free. You can cling, but you're not suffocating. And I hope you know I would never step on your heart after you've given it to me. Makes me want to hunt down the girl that did. But if I've got you now, I'm not letting you go."
Graham might have been open and a free spirit, but when it came to his emotions like that? It sort of scared him. He couldn't control how Jezebelle reacted, and the pillow was a good indicator of that. Last thing he wished to happen was for him to slap him again and disregard his feelings. Instead, she replied with a kiss, one that Graham savored deeply, moaning lightly into her until she broke it. Once she was finished, he nuzzled lovingly into her face, whispering with his lips inches away from hers. "I don't want to let you go, either," he confessed gently. "No matter what happens, may it be tomorrow a month from now, or shit, years upon years from now... I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to lose sight of you, Jez. No one can replace you. I love you too much to do that." And he sealed it with a kiss, tightening the embrace around her. Part of him wanted to tell her that she had already staked said girl with an iron poker, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. Knowing that this was finally off his chest and that there was nothing to worry about was a massive relief to Graham. All there was left to do now was bask in each other's affection.