BE-E AGGRESSIVE! (be_aggressive) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-01-24 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, jasper, jasper x jules, jules |
Who: Jules and Jasper
When: Morning, Tuesday, November 28
Where: Jules's house
Status: Complete
Warnings: Turns nsfw
Jules had decided fairly soon after opening her eyes that she probably wasn’t going to school that day. She was tired and grouchy and her eyes were probably puffy and gross looking from crying a lot the night before. Plus, she knew if she went to school she would see Ruby and probably try to set fire to her multicolored hair or something. Though that particular idea nearly convinced Jules to go to school. It lifted her spirits for only a moment before Jules scowled again and rolled over in bed, reaching out to check her phone.
There were a few messages from Jasper from the night before, but it had been late and Jules had deliberately ignored them. She had been pissed off and upset and she knew when she got that way she tended to lash out. Jules might have been angry with him, but she didn’t want to say a bunch of shitty things to him just to make herself feel better. Maybe that was personal growth or whatever… or not, since she considered giving Jasper the cold shoulder to be a form of punishment as well.
Getting comfortable on her back under the blankets, Jules read his texts again before pursing her lips and typing in a short response to them. i’m still mad at you. Short and to the point. Honestly, Jules wasn’t even sure she was mad. It felt more like hurt on a weird level but anger was always an easier emotion to deal with.
After talking to Amelia, Jasper’s flash of temper had died down. He hadn’t gone storming over to Elodie’s house, even though he’d wanted to ... he just didn’t have the steam anymore. Not yet anyway. It was possible it would build back up, but he’d spent the evening getting stoned in his room and avoiding everything, so it hadn’t yet. He’d started to text Jules a dozen times before he’d actually done it. He’d done his best to be apologetic and grovel an appropriate amount, and he followed up by suggesting they both play hooky from school the next day so they could spend some time together.
It was night by then, and Jasper had spent some time being antsy and waiting for her to reply, but she hadn’t. So he’d just ended up smoking more and playing some mindless video game and going to bed eventually. His sleep had been restless, and he’d decided at some point in the wee hours that he was skipping school whether Jules joined him or not. He’d turned his alarm off and pulled the covers over his head and tried not to get angry again.
The alarm was off, but Jasper had left the volume on his phone up loud, so when Jules finally texted him back, it woke him up. He had it close to his head, and he startled awake and fumbled for a second as he sat up. Jasper coughed and pushed a wild shock of hair out of his face as he unlocked his screen and squinted at it. His heart had been beating hard, but it sank as he read those words. At least she was talking to him, but still mad. Jasper let his phone drop and rubbed at his tired eyes for a moment, feeling the stupid urge to cry. If he didn’t get this right, she would probably just ... break up with him. And why not? It wasn’t like he was good at this whole boyfriend bullshit anyway. i’m sorry he sent back after a few minutes, feeling despondent and not sure what else to say.
He was sorry. Well, Jules already knew he was sorry. She wished feelings were easy to switch on and off, because then she'd just say okay and that would be that. But there were things that were still bothering her and while Jules knew getting them off her chest would make her feel better, she also knew they would probably annoy Jasper and make things worse. She knew from experience that boys didn't want to deal with stuff like that. She supposed she could just ignore him for another day, but that wasn't likely to help anything either. Jules took a few minutes to think it over, listening as her mom's car left the driveway outside. Jason had already left for school. Finally she sighed and focused on her phone again, thumbing in a quick text back to Jasper. I'm home if you want to come over. Jules probably wouldn't be the best company, but Jasper probably already knew that much.
Jasper had almost convinced himself that Jules was going to go back to ignoring him when her answer came through. He’d suggested in one of his texts from the night before that they play hooky together, but he was still surprised to read the invitation. Jasper kicked his blankets off of himself and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his eye again. He almost asked her if she was sure, but he honestly didn’t want to give her any reason to change her mind. Even if Jules just wanted to yell at him some more, Jasper wanted to see her. be there in 20 he sent back, and stood up to start getting ready.
There was the instinctive urge to jump out of bed and get pretty, but Jules could really only manage enough motivation to pad into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She tied her hair up into a ponytail and considered that good enough now that her eyes weren't as puffy or red as they had been when she fell asleep. Jasper had seen her without makeup on before so fuck it. Pulling a Chamberlain High sweatshirt on over her pajama top, Jules headed downstairs to get a glass of water and wait for Jasper. She was standing in the kitchen alone when she heard a muffled voice in her ear. Jules quickly lifted her hand to cover it, frowning as she turned just to make sure no one was there, or even out in her backyard. Deep down she knew she was alone. This had been happening on and off for a while now. Before it simply sounded like she had dunked her head underwater where the voices were distorted and distant, but now the voice was getting clearer. Was it the same voice every time? She couldn't tell yet.
It suddenly occurred to Jules that maybe she ought to text Carson or Nic about it, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be told she was the only one hearing voices. People who heard voices from people who weren't there were insane. Or mentally ill? Whatever people called it these days. And she already had a reputation of being a crazy drama queen so... no thank you. Jules stood stiffly in the middle of the kitchen, holding her breath in anticipation. But after a few minutes of hearing nothing but the hum of the fridge, she finally relaxed. Exhaling slowly, Jules walked to the back door and unlocked it before heading back upstairs where she texted Jasper back door is unlocked. just come upstairs when you get here.
Jasper didn’t go to much effort either, just found some clean, comfortable clothes to pull on. He could shower at Jules’s place, if she wanted to do anything that required him to be clean. He pulled his own hair back and tied it off before tugging a beanie down over his head and shrugged into a thick hoodie. The house was quiet -- his dad was already gone and Amelia was still asleep. The dogs didn’t even get up from where they were guarding her to say goodbye. Typical. Jasper drove over to Overlook and parked in his usual spot a little way down the road from Jules, then hoofed it the rest of the way. He finished up a cigarette as he slipped around the back of the house to the back door. Jasper paused before he walked in to send Jules an I’m here text, just in case, then slipped inside. He took his shoes off to carry with him as he made his quiet way up to her bedroom.
Jules was sitting on her bed when Jasper's text came through. She tried to remember the last time they fought. Was it after Homecoming? Because of Ruby. Shocker. But Jules had been too drunk to remember much of it, and they made up pretty easily the next morning. As much as Jules got off on drama, she didn't like fighting with Jasper. It didn't hold as much excitement now as it had before Feelings got involved. When he came into her bedroom she set her phone to the side and leaned back against her headboard. He looked tired, which at least made her feel a little bit better. Jules tried to think of something to say, but everything that came to mind sounded defensive or combative in her head, and despite how she was feeling, Jules didn't want to tear into him the second he walked into her bedroom.
That uncomfortable ache clenched in Jasper’s chest again as he stepped inside and saw Jules. It was hard for her to look bad, but she definitely didn’t look as put-together as she liked to look, and he hated that she was obviously upset, even if he didn’t think she had a great reason to be. He put his shoes down by the closed door and padded over to sit on the edge of her bed, leaving his hat and hoodie on just in case things went south super fast. Jasper glanced over at Jules and cleared his throat a little. “So ... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he started with, even if he’d already said so in text. In person meant more. “I should have. I wasn’t trying to like, hide it for some shitty reason, I just didn’t think it was a big deal and didn’t wanna make more trouble.”
Jules slipped her own hands into the front pocket of her sweatshirt, drawing her knees up a bit when Jasper sat down. She realized that she wasn't even that mad about what Ruby did anymore. Okay, she was still mad, but his reaction to her being upset is what made everything that much worse. That really bothered her more than anything else, but Jules wasn't sure if he would understand that. Jules cleared her throat and instinctively pulled her knees further up toward her chest. "I know you said you wouldn't care if some guy had come over here and told me he liked me like Ruby did, but I care, okay? And I'm getting tired of boys I go out with getting pissed off at me when I get upset about stuff. I'm allowed to be upset about it, even if you think it's stupid."
Jasper hated this feeling, like he was getting lectured by a parent or a teacher or something. It was Jules, and he cared about her more than any of those other people, of course, and that was why he had to keep his patience and his temper in check. He wet his lips and closed his eyes briefly, trying to get the right words in order. “I wasn’t pissed off at you, Jules,” Jasper said. “I was pissed off at the whole situation, and having my privacy violated. And my family’s. But I wasn’t in control of myself and I should’ve been, so ... I’m sorry for that too. I was pissed and you were pissed at me and it was just ... a bad situation all around.” At least all those lectures from authority figures had taught him what to say. He just hoped Jules would try to understand where he was coming from.
She did understand where he was coming from, because she wouldn't want to be recorded without her knowledge either. Jules wasn't really sure how his family's privacy was violated, since as far as she could tell, it had only been Jasper and Ruby on the video. But he hadn't seemed to understand why she was mad yesterday, or why she was still upset today. The good boyfriend thing to do was to just apologize, tell her what she wanted to hear, and if Jules didn't get over it, she was the one being irrational, or bitchy. She had been here before, with other boyfriends. Sometimes she even ended up apologizing to them when they had been the ones to hurt her feelings. What was she supposed to say now? "Okay," she said, feeling lame and tired and strangely out of sorts. "Let's just forget about it."
Jasper looked at her hard for a moment and decided he didn’t buy that she wanted to forget about it at all. Forgetting about it wasn’t Jules forgiving him. He obviously hadn’t been doing the right thing, and some frustration welled up in him, because he didn’t know what the right thing was. He didn’t know how to make her feel better or reassure her or what she wanted or needed from him, and he didn’t know how to figure it out, either. “Don’t do that, Jules, c’mon,” he muttered, turning his position a bit to look at her better. Jasper pulled his hat off to fiddle with, leaving his hair a bit of a mess. “What do you want me to do? Honestly, I’m fuckin’ lost here, and you’re obviously still pissed.”
"I'm not pissed," Jules said, trying not to feel defensive herself. "I just don't feel heard, Jasper. Like, okay, you're sorry you didn't tell me. And you wouldn't have if I hadn't gotten that video, and we both know that. But like, it doesn't even feel like you understand why I was upset. I'm sorry that someone recorded your conversation and I'm sorry you felt violated. It was a shitty thing for someone to do. But like, to you that's the only thing that mattered. Not that I was upset or feeling insecure and okay, I get it, my shit isn't important, it's... probably stupid and..." Jules trailed off and shrugged, swallowing hard. "I tried to make you see it from my point of view and we just aren't on the same page there, so I can't tell you to say, or tell you to do. It just is what it is. And honestly, the more I try to explain it, the dumber I feel, and I'm tired of feeling dumb about it."
Jasper’s mouth opened to interrupt her at a couple of spots but he stopped himself and just let her talk. He hadn’t really understood why she was upset, and then she hadn’t wanted to talk to him all night so he hadn’t been able to understand when he had calmed down. It was like she expected him to be able to just flip his own emotions off on demand to pay attention to hers instead, and while he could do that with some things, that level of rage did not have a switch. Even then, he’d tried to reassure her, and she wasn’t giving him any credit for that. His jaw clenched a few times before she was done.
“That was all in the moment, Jules,” Jasper said, looking pained. “I had just found out that this little bitch next door -- who I thought I was cool with -- had been fucking spying on me, recorded a private conversation, and then tried to fuck up my relationship with it. And if she would do that, what else would she do? If she heard Amelia say something weird, would she fucking record that too? Try to fuck up my fucking sister?” He was getting angry again, and Jasper stopped for a deeper breath, eyes closing once more. “I have to protect her, and that was all I could think about, and when ... when I get that angry I can’t focus on anything else. It’s not that your shit isn’t important, I don’t feel like that, and I wanna understand why you’re upset. I just couldn’t at that moment. And then you wouldn’t talk to me later and now here we are.” Jasper looked at her again, the brief rise in energy faded out. “I’m sorry I handled it all wrong,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Jules did understand his mindset with Amelia, and it didn't bother her that he had been worried about her, because she was his sister. But she couldn't help that he had hurt her feelings in the process. Because he had been snarky about it before he got really angry. Jules knew he probably hadn't done it on purpose, that he was just lashing out the way she did when her emotions got to be too much to handle, but even so. It felt shitty. "I get it, okay? Maybe you didn't handle it well, but it's not like I don't understand that you'd want to protect Amelia. But in the moment, for me, that video had nothing to do with Amelia. It was Ruby telling you she liked you and... and I don't know what else to say to help you understand it," Jules said after a moment. She pulled her hands out from her sweatshirt to rub her eyes before she sighed. "Look, basically anything I say is going to sound petty and like, insignificant because your reasons for being pissed off make more sense than mine do. That's why I feel stupid because it probably is stupid. And I wish I could just turn it off, but I can't. So I don't really know what to say now."
Jasper was very familiar with being pissed off for stupid reasons, but it was hard to know what to do when he was on the other end of it. He didn’t really get why Jules was still insecure about them, especially when they’d already talked about his disinterest in Ruby more than once, and he thought it was pretty obvious that he was crazy about her. Jasper had never felt this way about any girl ever, and he doubted it would come around again in his life, so it was distressing that Jules still felt like he might dump her for some other chick. He watched her rub her eyes and felt bad that she still felt bad. Talking about it didn’t seem to be getting them anywhere, either. “Maybe we should shut up then,” he murmured, reaching out to lightly touch one of her feet. “You wanna just ... hang out? Maybe go back to sleep for a while?” Jasper didn’t add ‘or do you want me to leave,’ but the question was there in his tone. He just wanted to get past this bullshit and make both of them feel better.
She wanted to shut up, but she also wanted to talk. She wanted him to understand why she was upset. She wanted her feelings to matter too. She didn't want to feel dumb about any of it either. Jules just wasn't sure how to express any of that without making it sound like she was attacking him somehow. Honestly, most boys didn't want to have these kind of conversations and she just felt like she was annoying him by still being upset about it. But he didn't even get why she was upset, so what could she do? "I don't know what I want, Jasper," Jules told him finally, slipping her hands back into the pocket of her sweatshirt. "I'm just frustrated and I have, like, no outlet for it. That stupid video really fucking hurt my feelings and it's like that doesn't even matter."
That wasn’t a good answer or tone, and Jasper felt exasperation rise up. He’d apologized a dozen times now, he’d tried to ask her what he could do to make it better, and he was still lost as to what to do about this. Even Jules was saying it was probably stupid, so what did she want him to do? Grovel on his knees? Go away and just let her stew? Try to explain the whole thing all over again? “Of course it matters,” he said, trying not to sound defensive about it. “I wouldn’t be here if it didn’t. I just don’t know how to fix it. I said what I said, I can’t change that, it hurt your feelings and I’ve said I’m sorry about that over and over.” Jasper made a helpless gesture with his hands and shook his head a little. It was like she was waiting for him to say the secret magic thing, and getting more and more pissed that he didn’t know what that was. It was frustrating on his end too. Maybe coming over was a bad idea, but leaving it all alone probably would have just made it worse. “I mean, I think I get why you’re mad and hurt, I just dunno what to do about it.”
"You think you get why I'm mad and hurt?" Jules asked, trying not to sound as incredulous as she felt. "I know you've said you're sorry, but like, you don't really even know what you're saying you're sorry about. It's like you're apologizing because that's like, what you're supposed to do. That's why I feel like my feelings don't really matter, because you don't understand what I'm feeling. Why do you think I'm mad, Jasper?" She was making it more complicated than it probably needed to be, but fuck it. Jules knew she couldn't just brush it under the rug if it was bothering her. If she did that, it would just get worse and worse until she blew up at him and things got really bad. It was how her mom operated and Jules didn't want to be like her mom. If Jasper had been any other boyfriend, Jules probably would have just dumped him until he came groveling back, but she didn't want to do that with Jasper. And if it irritated him, oh well. At least she was trying instead of kicking him out until he figured it all out on his own.
The way she said it, like he was some kind of an idiot for not being able to properly analyze her feelings, got Jasper’s hackles up, and his jaw clenched. This wasn’t fair. How had he gotten dragged into this again? Ruby had come over to dump her feelings on him, true or not, and then some other bitch had gotten Jules all upset about it. He couldn’t help but feel like an innocent bystander in all this, just trying to manage the emotions of the women around him. And criticizing how he was apologizing? What was wrong with saying sorry when you were supposed to? When you’d fucked up? Jasper didn’t apologize to many people in the world, and Jules was acting like even the sentiment meant nothing. “Because I didn’t say the right things when Ruby came and talked to me,” he said, his tone a bit tight. “And you and her have bad blood. And then I was too pissed and distracted to deal with it well when you were upset in the car, and acted like a dick.” That was as charitably as he could phrase it at the moment. He did think Jules was overreacting and just wallowing in it currently, but he once again had no idea how to make her stop.
"You didn't tell me," Jules pointed out, trying to ignore the fact that she could hear annoyance in his tone. Maybe not annoyance, but... something close to it. There was that stupid feeling again and Jules pulled her lower lip in between her teeth to bite hard. If she started to cry that would make everything worse again. "You should have told me it happened. Maybe I would have still been pissed off about it, but it would have been better than some weird stranger texting it to me. It wouldn't have felt like you were just keeping things from me, and maybe you don't care if guys hit on me but I care when other girls hit on you, especially girls you're friends with and hang out with. And maybe that makes me like.. crazy or whatever you decide you want to call it, but whatever, I don't care. I would just rather we don't keep things from each other, especially shit like that."
Right, of course, there was the secret-keeping part too. He’d explained to her why he’d done that, whether the reasons were good enough or not, and apologized. Jasper rubbed a hand down his face and then back into his hair. “You’re right,” he said quietly after a moment. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t have bad intentions, I hope you know that.” It didn’t sound like she did, but Jasper couldn’t make her trust him. He didn’t feel like what Ruby had done had been ‘hitting on’ him exactly, but he didn’t want to start picking that apart with Jules either. “And I’m not calling it -- or you -- crazy. So if ... anything like that ever happens again, you’ll be the first to know, okay?” Jasper did his best to sound sincere. It wasn’t an unreasonable thing to ask or expect, he just thought she was blowing it way out of proportion.
Jules knew she was probably blowing it out of proportion, but she also felt like she would have been over it by now if he hadn't been such a dick about it in her car. He had been so nice with Ruby on the video when she freaked out about it, and then he had been worried about Amelia. But he had gotten snarky with her about how it made her feel and maybe that was the thing that was making it feel worse than anything else. But telling Jasper how she was feeling didn't seem to be helping, and she just wanted to forget about all of it. She had dated enough boys to know she couldn't force them to see things from her point of view, and maybe she was just wrong. So Jules wiped impatiently at her eyes and nodded while clearing her throat. "Okay."
That still didn’t sound good, and Jasper just felt like he was floundering around and making things worse. He didn’t know how to make her feel better, make her understand that she was the only one he wanted and Ruby or any other girl wasn’t a threat. She was crying now, or at least eye-watering and trying not to, and Jasper’s chest felt tight with frustrated helplessness. He was silent for a while, trying out different scenarios in his head -- should he leave? Offer to make her breakfast? Go get her a bunch of flowers? Get her name tattooed on his forehead? What would make her happy? -- but none of them seemed any good. “I love you,” he murmured finally, his tone subdued and miserable. “I’ll go if you want some space.”
Fighting with a boyfriend was not a new experience for her, but being in love with one was. Jules was starting to understand why her mother just escalated every argument into a screaming match, because it was probably much easier to deal with than being sad or hurt. Lashing out meant certain emotions weren't being stepped on or dismissed. Jules didn't really think that was what Jasper was doing. At least he probably didn't mean to do it. She just wasn't sure where the line was now, of what she could tell him and what she should keep to herself. Right now a small part of her wanted him to go so she could just wallow and be sad and stupid for a little while longer. Obviously she would eventually get over all of this and be fine. "If you want to go, you can," Jules said, "but I don't really want you to. I know I'm not the best company right now."
Jasper felt his back tighten a tiny bit at the first thing she said, because he hated that ‘do whatever you want’ game, but Jules went on to state her preference, so that made it better. Knowing what she wanted made it easier for him to decide. He noticed but tried not to care that she didn’t say she loved him back. He was in the doghouse or whatever, so he couldn’t really complain about anything. “Me either,” he mumbled with a little huff and a shrug. “But I don’t wanna go. I wanna spend the day with you.” Even if they were just lying around and doing nothing, Jasper wanted to be with Jules. He just didn’t want them to be fighting, this sucked. Since he was staying for at least a while longer, he laid back on the bed, lacing his fingers together on his chest.
She wasn't sure what they would do either because they both seemed a bit down and unhappy. But he didn't seem eager to get away from her, so Jules supposed that was something. She watched him lay down and sort of wished he had come up to sit beside her. It would have been easier to lean into him then and right now she felt a bit rooted to the spot on her bed. It was usually so easy for her to get over arguments with boyfriends. But everything felt blah and awkward and weird. "Is there something you want to do?" Jules asked, not caring if they stayed in her house all day, or drove somewhere else. She had no idea where, but it wasn't like they ever planned out stuff anyway.
She had to ask that, didn’t she? Jasper had no real ideas for activities. It wasn’t like either of them seemed in the mood to do something silly or romantic, it would just seem forced. Trying to take Jules out to a movie and fancy lunch would seem like he was trying to buy her off ... boyfriending was hard. “Nothin’ in particular,” he said after a moment, a bit sheepishly. Jasper turned his head to look over at Jules over the tops of her knees. “Take a nap, watch a movie, go for a drive ... I’d offer to make you breakfast but unless you got Pop Tarts ...” he huffed and offered her a wan smile. “Anything you wanna do?”
Jules was pretty sure they did have Pop Tarts, but she wasn't really in the mood for them. She didn't want to watch a movie either since she was pretty sure she would be distracted through most of it. It was still early, but everyone in the house was gone and if he really wanted to spend the day with her, she supposed she couldn't just stay curled up in bed all day. Honestly, Jules was just tired and a little exhausted from crying and being upset, but she wasn't even sure she could sleep. "I can make breakfast," she said finally, pulling her hands from her pocket again to turn and scoot off the bed. "We've got stuff for like, eggs and bacon and pancakes and all that. If you're hungry, I mean." And it would give her something to focus on than being mopey.
Jasper was hungry, but the thought of Jules cooking breakfast for him after everything made him feel guilty all of the sudden. “Hey, I mean, you don’t have to,” he hurried to say, sitting up as she got off the bed. Jasper reached out and snagged Jules’s wrist to pull her in closer so he could wrap his arms around her waist and hips. He gave her stomach a nuzzle. “I could go pick somethin’ up for us ... or I could just eat you out for breakfast?” He managed to strike a balance between cautious and suggestive and sincere at the same time, looking up at her with a bit of hope on his face. It was mostly just hope that she wouldn’t take that the wrong way, but he was definitely not against fooling around to make them feel better.
Jules didn't resist when Jasper pulled her in close, and her hands rested on his shoulders when he wrapped his arms around her waist. She supposed she shouldn't have really been surprised when he suggested making out, because that was how they always dealt with fights in the past. Sex was pretty much the only way they really made up. But given how she had been feeling, it still sort of stung. It also annoyed her a little, though she tried really hard not to show it in her expression, because she knew he probably had nothing but good intentions by offering. He probably thought it would make her feel better. Jules supposed she could just do it, because she knew how boys were, and their relationship had started by doing nothing but fucking. If she turned it down now, Jasper might start to think she wasn't worth the trouble anymore and she really didn't want to fight anymore. So she smiled faintly and ran her hands through his hair. "I guess that's probably easier than making pancakes."
Oblivious to her internal thoughts about it, Jasper took that smile as a good sign. And the hair-pets, because those were always nice. He rubbed his hands over the curve of her lower back and hips, and pressed a couple of kisses to her stomach. This felt way better already than stilted silence, or awkward dancing around the fact that they both felt kind of shitty today. Orgasms always improved one’s mood, right? And he thought he could get Jules off a couple of times before he went himself, and then they could have a much nicer day. “C’mere,” he murmured, looking up again. His palms slid lower on the backs of Jules’s thighs to guide her into straddling his lap so he could kiss her properly.
Jules moved willingly onto his lap, wishing she could just switch off all feelings coursing through her body in that moment. But this would be okay. Maybe this would make it okay. At least she knew there was something she was good at, something Jasper liked. She kissed him then, slipping her arms around his shoulders. Everything felt heavy and tired, but she knew kissing him for a bit would turn her on enough to help her forget everything going on in her brain. If she couldn't express herself verbally, then this would have to do. There were worse things, after all. It wasn't like it was a hardship to make out with Jasper. It was one of her favorite things to do, and he never failed to make her feel good. So Jules kissed him deeply, pushing away everything else for the moment.
Maybe the timing could have been better, or he could’ve led into it with something more romantic than ‘no, don’t cook me breakfast,’ but Jasper got a sense of rightness as Jules settled onto his lap. They’d started out by letting their bodies talk for them most of the time, after all. Their mouths tended to bicker, and he felt like he was terrible with words anyway. But this felt better. He held her close as their lips met, and Jasper let out a faint sound into the kiss. If he couldn’t explain to her how much she meant to him, and how much every part of him wanted her, maybe he could show her instead. Jasper stroked their tongues together, his hands braced lightly against her back, his heart already starting to beat harder in his chest. It never took long for his body to respond to hers, and the pants Jasper had pulled on didn’t leave much to the imagination.
The way he kissed her never failed to shut down her brain completely. Even when she was mad at him, she just couldn't seem to care when he was touching her. It was mildly frustrating, but not enough to make her want to stop. Jules could feel his cock getting hard through the thin material of her pajama pants and it was instinctual to rock her hips against him, wanting to encourage the good feelings. Her hands lifted to slide into his hair again and her fingers gripped the strands as she moaned into his mouth. Maybe getting off wouldn't be such a bad thing. Because he was there with her, and not off with Ruby or whoever else. Not that Jules really thought he would be, but it was hard to shake insecurity once it got its hooks into her. Needing to feel more of him, Jules reached down to work on getting his hoodie up and off.
Jasper had learned pretty early in life to drown bad feelings in other stuff. Video games, TV, his friends, then eventually booze and weed and girls. Sex. And then Jules had come along and brought him better sex than he’d ever had before. She made him feel better than all of that combined. Especially when she moved against him like that. Jasper’s cock had been filling out rather lazily, but the motion of Jules’s hips had him rock hard in no time. He tried to put feeling into the kiss, to make Jules believe that there was nobody else he could kiss this way. There wasn’t, and probably never would be again. Jasper’s hands roamed over her until she started to pull at his hoodie. Then he leaned back and helped her get it off. While he was at it, Jasper went ahead and peeled his t-shirt off too before he went for Jules’s mouth again. He pulled her hips in tighter against him, then slipped one hand up the back of her sweatshirt.
As much as she wanted to take all of their clothes off, it did feel good to grind against him this way. It created a heady sort of friction between her legs that drew small noises from her throat as she kissed Jasper back with equal enthusiasm. Her body was starting to feel overly warm from the sweatshirt and pajama top she wore underneath it, not to mention the arousal that was starting to pump through her blood. Knowing how good it felt to have his bare skin pressed up against hers was enough for Jules to break away from Jasper's mouth again, just long enough to grip the hem of her sweatshirt to pull it up and off. Her pajama top went with it and Jules dropped the clothes somewhere on the floor behind her. She was sure her hair was probably messy now, but oh well. It wasn't like she had put a ton of care into her appearance that morning anyway. Jules ran her hands over his shoulders and over his neck before she dipped her fingers back into his hair, drawing his mouth back to hers.
Messy hair was sexy anyway, but it was the last thing on Jasper’s mind as their bare chests came together. He loved feeling her tits against him, it was sincerely one of his favorite things in the world, and one of Jasper’s arms slid up along her back to hold her upper body close for a moment. He nipped at her bottom lip, breathing deeper through his nose as their mouths worked together to get the both of them all hot and riled up. A dirty part of Jasper was tempted to suggest they go fuck in Jules’s parents’ room, or down on the couch, somewhere they weren’t supposed to be. But he wasn’t that eager to move, or to risk turning her off by accident. So he just stroked her bare skin, his thumbs tracing the sides of her breasts, his hips pushing up into hers with a little more urgency. After another few minutes of that, Jasper’s palms moved to Jules’s hips again. “Lie down,” he whispered.
Given Jules's adventurous nature, she probably would have been down for going somewhere else in the house to do this, but at the moment she wasn't terribly eager to move for fear of letting her brain switch back on. The last thing she wanted to do was start thinking again and risk ruining this. Sometimes she felt like she could just kiss Jasper for the rest of her life and never do anything else. The way it made her feel was torturous in the best possible way. Her body was aching for more, her heart beating madly in her chest. Her lips were starting to feel swollen from kisses when he asked her to lie down, and while she was reluctant to put space between their bodies, Jules eventually shifted off of his lap to lay back on her bed. She knew what was coming and Jules licked her lower lip, ready to just enjoy it. Maybe getting off would just erase all the bad feelings inside of her. It certainly had before.
Talking and over-thinking and all that had been what got them into trouble in the first place, so Jasper was more than good with avoiding both for a while. He just wanted his girl, and to feel like she wanted him back, like he was doing more for her than hurting her. Jasper moved as Jules got settled, kneeling on the bed in front of her. He hooked his fingers into her pj pants and panties to pull them both down her legs and get rid of them. Once that was done and Jules was finally, beautifully naked, Jasper leaned over her, hands braced at her sides. He kissed her lips again, then started to work his way down her body, pausing long enough to tease and nibble at each nipple.
No matter what her mind might have been doing, her body was always, always responsive to Jasper. The way he talked to her, or touched her, or even spoke to her. It could be irritating sometimes, when she just wanted to be mad and fight, but it was also more than a little exhilarating. Her nipples were already hard as she strained against him, one hand moving into his hair to hold on as he kissed his way down her body. Jules felt a tremor go through her, one full of anticipation. As much as she wanted to just lay back and close her eyes and lose herself in this, Jules found she couldn't quite tear her eyes away from Jasper kissing her body. He looked so good doing it and why was she mad at him again? A soft breath escaped her lips and she drew her leg up his side, just to feel some other part of him since they weren't pressed as closely together now as she would have liked.
Maybe it was a little manipulative of him, since he knew that fooling around always made Jules happier with him, but Jasper couldn’t care. He wanted to do this, and he knew she did too, even if she was still upset with him. There wasn’t a lot he could do for her, boyfriend-wise, but he knew he was good at this, so he wanted to give her the best. Jasper teased her nipples for a bit longer, then shifted his body downward until he was on his stomach on the bed. He kissed and nuzzled all around her pussy first, breathing in that warm welcoming scent he loved so much, then very lightly traced the edges of her lips with his tongue. His hands slid under her to cup Jules’s ass as he very gradually increased the pressure, intent on being down there a while and taking her on a ride.
Jules inhaled sharply at the first touch of Jasper's tongue and her fingers gently tightened and then loosened around his hair. It wasn't the first time they had used sex to end a fight, or make the other feel better. It probably wouldn't be the last either. Jules knew on some level that it probably wasn't healthy or whatever, but it wasn't like their relationship had been full of love and affection when it first started so she wasn't entirely sure how to fix it. Not that she really wanted to, not when his face was between her legs like it was now. Jules pulled her lip between her teeth and finally closed her eyes, realizing they had practically all day and she could just enjoy this without worrying about anyone coming home.
He didn’t see anything wrong with it, really. They were both very physical people, and their relationship had started out as purely that. It didn’t mean that there wasn’t love now ... it was just badly expressed sometimes. But the message came through loud and clear when they were naked in bed together, Jasper thought, so why not use that? It was easy for Jasper to slip into a happily mindless place, all of his focus on building Jules’s pleasure. He suckled at her sensitive folds and brushed the tip of his tongue over her clit over and over, moving his mouth if her sounds started to indicate it felt too good. He just wanted to drown in her body, give her all the individual attention she could stand, really let her indulge. She deserved that, and it was like another apology. “God, you taste so good,” he murmured when he lifted his head at one point ... only to go right back to licking and teasing her.
He was teasing her, but in the kind of way she loved. They had been doing this long enough that Jasper knew all the spots that made her toes curl. Her body might have protested the fact that he wasn't spending near enough time on them, but Jules knew he was doing it on purpose to make it that much better for her. She trembled every time his tongue licked or grazed her clit and a faint whine emitted from her throat before she opened her eyes to look at him. "You feel so good," she whispered back, brushing his hair back so she could see what he was doing better. She wanted more. More everything, but she also didn't want to rush through this. Jules knew this was his way of apologizing, and she felt like she was getting to where she was okay with it and ready to forgive everything. It might have been the way he was taking his time to make it really good for her, or maybe it was just him being there in the first place, she didn't really know. Jules supposed it didn't matter as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
Stopping anytime soon was not in Jasper’s plan. He was going to get Jules all worked up and driven crazy, then get her off a few times with just his mouth, and then if she wanted him to fuck her, he would be more than happy to. At least that was how it was laid out in his head at the moment. His cock was hard and aching in his pants, but Jasper thought he could ignore it until later. Pressing it against the bed felt pretty good, and that was enough for now. He continued to take his time on Jules’s body, enjoying every little sound she made and the way her hips moved under him. He glanced up her torso at her face every so often, reaching one hand up to caress and squeeze her breast for a moment. Eventually Jasper zeroed in on Jules’s clit, putting more pressure behind his licks and sucking on it gently.
There were times when Jules was so worked up from wanting him that all it took was a couple of licks from his tongue to get her off, but she had to admit, this kind of slow burn teasing was sometimes so much better. Everything felt so good and nothing was rushed, leaving Jules laying there feeling like she was being pampered in a way. Her breathing had become heavier as the pleasure intensified, leaving her moaning softly as both hands raked through his hair over and over, occasionally gripping the strands tightly when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her feet moved restlessly against the bed until he began to suck on her clit, making her dig her heels down into the mattress. Jules gasped and peered down her body at him, the sight of his face between her legs almost as erotic as what he was actually doing to her. "Like that," she breathed, lifting her hips up against his mouth. Her eyes closed again and she arched slightly her body began to tremble. "Just like that."
When it came to sex, Jasper was usually pretty goal-oriented, like most teenage boys. Get turned on, get the girl wet and ready, fuck, get her to come, then go off himself. And god knew he and Jules had done just that dozens of times and loved the hell out of it. But there was something to be said for indulging like this, and just focusing all his attention on his girlfriend. It felt good for him too, to push the desire for gratification back. Anticipation was a turn on. Not to mention the way Jules reacted to everything he did; Jasper imagined this was kind of like what playing an instrument was like. As she got closer and closer, he considered pulling back again and making her wait, but this had already been going on for quite a while, and he didn’t want to push her over that line into real annoyance. So he kept doing what he was doing with a tiny bit more pressure, and Jasper moved one hand to slip two fingers into Jules, curling them to hit that good spot inside of her.
That was exactly what she wanted, and needed, and she probably would have gotten annoyed if he had pulled back when everything was starting to feel so fucking good. Jules didn't want to lose it now that it was starting to spread through her body, flowing from the pit of her stomach to the tips of her fingers and toes, causing her to shiver beneath Jasper as he worked her even higher. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, gripping his hair a bit more tightly now, though she wasn't consciously aware of it. His fingers added the extra stimulation she needed and Jules rocked her hips against him as if it were his cock instead of his hand. There was no reason to worry about the noise level, and Jules wasn't sure she would have been able to stifle her moans even if she knew her family was home. She cried out when she came, her back arching sharply as her pussy began to pulse rhythmically around Jasper's fingers.
Jasper loved it when the house was empty and they could be as loud as they wanted ... well, Jules was generally the louder one, so she could be as loud as she wanted. It made his cock throb to listen to her ramp up, and he let out a muffled moan against her pussy. She was so tight around his fingers, it made him want to get up and shove himself into her, but that was just instinct he could keep in check. Jasper rode out the orgasm with Jules, well-versed by now with what felt best to her in those peak moments. He tried to prolong it, keeping up firm, slow stimulation to her clit and working his fingers gently within her. He didn’t lift his head until she had settled all the way down, and when he did look up at her, he was grinning lazily. Jasper pressed a few warm kisses around her mound and pulled his hand slowly away from her body, but he didn’t move away yet.
Jules took several moments after her body started to cool off to just lay there and bask in it. Everything felt languid and serene and she didn't want to move just yet. There was still the occasional tremor from the aftershocks and Jules hummed with satisfaction until she finally found the energy to open her eyes and look at him. He was grinning and looked pretty pleased with himself but she felt too good to be annoyed by it. "Come here," she murmured, tugging weakly at his shoulders. Jules didn't know how he wanted to fuck her, but right then she wanted to feel his weight on top of her while she kissed him. From past experiences Jules knew a lot of boys found missionary to be super boring, but she didn't even care right then. She just wanted to be as close to him as physically possible.
He’d planned to stay down there, let her body recover, and eat her out again, but the way she pulled on him got Jasper moving. He could kiss her and be close while she reset, right? He moved up and over her, settling against her with his elbows at her sides. Jasper’s pants were still on, but that didn’t stop him from pushing his bulge against her, not giving two shits if he got the cotton wet. They had all day to be naked anyway. He kissed her soft and slow, always liking that she liked to taste herself. “I love you,” Jasper mumbled against Jules’s lips after a moment. He wanted that to be obvious, but he thought maybe he needed to say it as much as possible today.
Jules pressed her knees against his hips and ran her hands up his sides, holding onto him as she parted her lips to kiss him deeply. The friction from his pants pressing against her caused her to moan again and Jules ran her hands back down his back to slip underneath his waistband. His words made her chest feel tight with emotion because she so desperately wanted to believe that he meant it. She did believe he meant it. Jules didn't think she could stand it if he was only placating her by telling her what she wanted to hear. Jasper had never done that before, and she couldn't imagine he would do it even now. "I love you too," Jules murmured back before starting to push his pants down his hips the best she could beneath him.
Jasper did mean it -- he felt more for Jules than any other girl that had ever been in his life. It was love and frustration and admiration and crazy lust and a deep yearning for something he could never quite put his finger on. She made him feel so many things, he couldn’t imagine going back to the dull life he’d been living before. He knew he would have to eventually, but not today. Today he could indulge in Jules as much as they both wanted, and forget about everything else. He quirked a smile against her lips when she started pushing his pants down. “That’s just round one,” he murmured to her. “You wanna come on my mouth again? Or my cock?” He dipped his head to kiss and gently bite at her neck, rocking his hips to push against her again.
"Round one?" Jules smiled lazily, still nudging his pants down. "How many times do you think you're gonna make me come today?" She snuck a hand between their bodies to take hold of Jasper's cock once it was free. She didn't guide him inside of her just yet, but rubbed the tip of him against her pussy, getting him wet with her juices. It was a tease for the both of them. She supposed if this is what they were going to do all day then they had plenty of time to do it all. Jules realized she was okay with that. Maybe just lounging around naked with one another for most of the day would help erase the fight they had completely. Jules could hope anyway, and it was a good start, given how good he was making her feel. She had already come once but she still wanted him. Still wanted more.
He made it easier to push his pants and boxer briefs down around his thighs, and Jasper let out a soft groan as Jules wrapped her hand around his cock. Her fingers always felt so much softer than his own, but she knew just how to grip him. The rubbing sensation against all that slick body heat made his spine tingle, too. But Jasper was determined not to get selfish; he had to spoil her today. “As many as I can,” he whispered back, nipping her neck one more time before he lifted his head to kiss her again. “Until you can’t walk straight. Until you beg me to stop.” Jasper rolled his hips to push more firmly against her clit. It was a tease for both of them, but he had an idea of how hypersensitive she must still be.
"You're gonna have a long day ahead of you," Jules said with a lazy smile. "I might beg, but never for you to stop." He felt so good rubbing against her and Jules teased him with it a bit longer before stroking her tongue against his as he kissed her. There was a part of her that wanted to wait, deny him until he was going absolutely crazy. But at the same time, she was feeling super selfish and needy and Jules just wanted to be close to him and know he wanted her. Guiding his cock into position, Jules arched against Jasper a bit and nipped at his lower lip. "I want you right now. Don't make me wait." If they had most of the day together then there was plenty of time to do whatever they wanted, however and wherever. But right now she just wanted him buried deep inside of her.
Jasper didn’t feel like there was any question that he wanted her, and only her. He hadn’t had a sexual thought about another girl beyond the instinctual noticing of hotness in months, and that was saying a lot. This was all Jasper wanted, and his head was so full of Jules, there wasn’t any room for anyone else. In spite of his plans to get back down between her legs, Jasper rocked his hips forward, his breath catching a tiny bit at that lip-bite. Hearing ‘I want you’ never failed to get under his skin. He thrust his cock into her slowly, his eyes cracked open to watch her face as he filled her up. His breath shuddered a bit as a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine. She felt as incredible as always, and Jasper pushed his body flush against hers, buried as deep as he could go. “Fuck,” he breathed against Jules’s lips.
Jules clung to Jasper as he pushed inside of her and she shivered beneath him, a soft breath escaping her. He felt so good, but then, he always felt so good. Jules knew she loved him but it also felt a lot like obsession in a way. A good obsession. She had never wanted another boy like this and she wasn't entirely sure she ever would again. Jules ran her hands down his back slowly, more than okay that he hadn't started thrusting right away. She liked feeling him inside of her like this. It made every inch of her feel so acutely alive, like she was on fire in the best kind of way. Jules kissed him, moaning softly into his mouth as she brought her knees up to press into his sides. She wanted to be like this with him for the rest of the day. Maybe forever even.
He’d wished more than once that he could just stay hard and fall asleep inside of her, Jasper loved the sensation so much. Besides being naturally hot as fuck, there was something comforting about it too. That was definitely an aspect that had grown stronger as their relationship had changed, and not one he could really describe, it was just a feeling. So he enjoyed the couple of minutes he spent just connected to her, kissing and feeling their breath mingling. Jasper’s body was hungry though, and the physical restless feeling in his groin eventually got its way. He pulled his hips back to pull himself almost all the way out before slowly pushing forward again, letting out a soft moan against Jules’s lips as pleasure licked up his spine. Jasper kept the pace languid to start with, wanting to drive both of them crazy.
Jules's fingertips pressed into Jasper's back when he began to move, and she enjoyed the somewhat lazy pace, loving that they were in no real hurry. At least not yet. Right now she just wanted to focus on how good he felt inside of her, and on top of her. His skin was warm and Jules could feel his muscles beneath her palms. Everything about him was amazing and amazingly hot. Really, it was just how he made her feel, and deep down Jules knew that Jasper was probably the only boy who could trigger her long buried insecurities. She had never been afraid of losing a boy before, because she had never been in love with any of them. Honestly, this whole 'love' thing was pretty scary as much as it was incredible. Needing to breathe now, Jules moved her lips from his to press soft kisses against his cheek and jaw, small moans still emitting from her throat.
It was crazy, in a way, that they could go from intensely fucking each other’s brains out like horny animals, to this. Not always in the same day, of course, but Jasper got the feeling there would be more animalistic sex later on. This was just the first round, the makeup round, and he didn’t think it would feel right, doing anything but this. Jasper loved Jules desperately; the only emotions he’d ever had that came close in intensity had been bad ones. Anger, hatred. Love felt so much fucking better, even when it got complicated and hard. Jasper slipped his hands and forearms under Jules’s back, wanting to hold her even closer as his hips started moving with more purpose. He let out his own soft gasps and moans as he built into a rhythm that was solid but not pounding, his body rocking against hers, encouraged by the sounds she made. God, he still wanted to make her come until she couldn’t see straight.
If Jasper stayed with her all day like he seemed to want to, Jules was pretty sure they would be having all kinds of sex. Maybe the nature of their relationship changed from what it was initially, but it wasn't like Jules's desire for him had dulled. If anything, she seemed to just want him more and all the time. Especially now when she was feeling emotionally vulnerable and insecure, it made sense that the best way for Jasper to show her how much he cared was to fuck her. They weren't the best at communicating, but they certainly knew how to do this, and Jules found this much easier to express how she felt about him. Rocking her hips up to meet his, Jules let her hands roam and explore his body as much as she could. She let her nails drag along his skin, though not hard enough to hurt him. Jules tried to keep her eyes open to watch him above her but the pleasure started to build and become far too intense. She arched against him instead, focused on breathing and moving with him, not wanting to break his rhythm even for a second.
God, she was so fucking beautiful. Jasper knew on some level that this didn’t fix anything, but it sure as hell made both of them feel better, and wasn’t that close enough? There was a chance that Jules might still be mad at him once all the orgasms were over, but Jasper doubted it. He couldn’t imagine being with anybody else in the world like this, and he hoped she could feel that coming off of him. He was all hers until he wasn’t anymore, and that inevitability was so far in the distant future that it was easy to forget. Head lifted, he watched her ecstatic expression through heavy lidded eyes, his breath coming more and more ragged as the moments passed. Jasper’s thrusts started to get more urgent as the pressure of pleasure built up in his balls, and he made sure to push in deep and rub against Jules’s clit with every stroke he could. “Fuck, I love you so much,” he breathed, not really in control of the words. “You and this pussy are so beautiful, so mine.”
Jules knew it was easy to get caught up in sex and say things like 'I love you' even if the feelings weren't really there, but she absolutely believed that Jasper meant what he said. He had never been like other boys who said whatever she wanted to hear to placate her, and even if she felt some mild doubt and insecurity, deep down she knew Jasper wouldn't lie to her about something that big just to keep fucking her. She loved him too much to let it be anything more than small snippets of doubt that plagued her from time to time. Every thrust of his body drew a soft gasp from Jules as she moved with him, straining to get even closer, as if that were physical possible. Jules lifted her hands and slid them into his hair, as if she needed something to hold onto. He was hitting just the right spots, pushing the pleasure to start spiraling inside of her all over again. "You're mine," Jules gasped, needing to say it as much as she needed to hear it herself.
“Yes,” he whispered back. As good as their fucking always was, Jasper got much more out of the relationship now. He could go fuck a dozen girls on the regular if he wanted to -- none of them would measure up to Jules, of course, but it would be a hell of a lot easier -- but there was no part of him that wanted to. Jules knew him better than anyone now, and still wanted to be with him, and that meant so much more than he ever could have predicted. It was Jules and only Jules until life forced them apart. Jasper was fucking her now like he could physically stop that from happening, driving in deep with every thrust, his breath harsh in his throat. He groaned at the tug of Jules’s hands in his hair, his fingers digging into her back as he picked up the pace a bit. He was definitely all hers, and he wanted to prove his worth, wanted to satisfy that desperation they both had for one another. He was getting closer and closer to his edge, so he hoped she was on the way herself.
Jules couldn't even bring herself to think about the future. She wasn't really willing to do it, because she was convinced that they would be okay, that they would get out of this stupid town together. Honestly, Jules was too afraid to think of any other possibility. She didn't want to even consider it. Not that she could think of anything right now anyway. She was too caught up in Jasper. How he felt, how he made her feel. Jules could tell he was getting close, but that was okay because so was she. Every thrust of his body was heaven, especially when he managed to hit her clit and Jules couldn't be bothered to even try to stifle the sounds coming from her now. Her cries filled her bedroom as she clung to Jasper, her body pulsing around his cock as she fell over the peak. Her legs trembled against his sides, her fingers clenching tightly around his hair. He was still moving, which only served to push her higher, making everything feel ultra sensitive in a way that had her shaking beneath him.
Jules’s orgasms always felt intense on some level to Jasper, and this one was especially sweet. Maybe he didn’t do everything right as a boyfriend -- there was no question of that, if he was being honest -- but he could made her cry out like that and tremble in his arms. It was such a primal feeling, such a deeply rooted sense of possession and accomplishment that he couldn’t really put it into words. Luckily words weren’t needed between them at times like these. Jasper slowed down a bit while Jules’s body clamped rhythmically around his cock, but couldn’t stop completely. The extra pressure felt incredibly good, and it was only a few more seconds before Jasper was coming unglued right behind Jules. He thrust in deep and hard for a couple of strokes, then let out a guttural noise through his teeth as the wave of ecstasy overtook him. Jasper held tight to Jules, his spine shuddering as he rocked his hips helplessly, his cock throbbing inside of her. It made him feel dizzy and outside of himself in the best way.
Jules was still reveling in her own orgasm when Jasper was suddenly pounding into her and reaching his own. It felt amazing and Jules moaned deep in her throat, holding onto him until he was as still and trembly as she was. As everything began to slow and the pleasurable little shocks began to dull a bit, Jules relaxed against the bed, though she didn't quite let go of him just yet. All she could do was focus on breathing again and letting her body cool down. It helped that she could let her hands roam over his body in the process. She supposed she ought to just forgive him for not telling her about Ruby. Jules could hold a grudge for a ridiculously long time, but she didn't want to be angry with Jasper, and she didn't want to let it bother her anymore than it already had. Hopefully it wouldn't happen again and they could just forget about it. With a satisfied hum in her throat, Jules ran her hands up his back to cling to his shoulders a bit. "That was pretty good," she murmured with a small, teasing smirk on her lips.
Once all the fireworks were over and his blood was cooling, Jasper pulled his forearms out from underneath Jules and settled his weight on his elbows. He didn’t want to put any distance between them, so Jules’s hands still sliding over his back were more than welcome. Trying not to put too much pressure on her body, Jasper tucked his face into her neck and let out a deep, long breath. He gave a delayed little chuckle, and nibbled at Jules’s neck, feeling kind of lazy-playful. “Always room for improvement, right?” he murmured, then tittered faintly. Jasper kissed his way up to Jules’s jaw, then lifted his head to look at her, smirking just a bit. “Like I said, that was just the warm up round.” He pressed his lips against hers again softly.
Jules hummed softly against Jasper's mouth. "I feel pretty warm now, so I guess you did a good job," she teased. Reaching up again, Jules pushed some of his hair back from his face. "I'm glad you came over." Even if she was mad at him and not even sure she wanted him to at the time. But things felt better now. Jules wasn't sure if that was the endorphins or whatever they were called, or the fact that they managed to sort of talk through things without blowing up at each other. Maybe they just needed to learn how to communicate with each other better or something. Or maybe they could just make out and have sex and feel good and just not care about all that other stuff. Jules could never really decide what would work best for the two of them. But this felt really nice and good and lazy and she didn't want to go back to being upset.