BE-E AGGRESSIVE! (be_aggressive) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-09-23 11:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, jasper, jasper x jules, jules |
Who: Jules and Jasper (brief Gavin cameo) PT 2
When: Night, Monday July 16th
Where: Bonfire at the Beach, then Jasper's
Warning: NSFW
Jules was all for partying and she immediately took a long gulp from her cup after Jasper refilled it for her. The alcohol was a bit burny on her throat, but she didn't mind it too much. The quicker she got drunk, the less weird she would feel and the more amusement she would find in... everything. Hopefully. And maybe Jasper would get drunk too and all of their unspoken issues would dissipate for the night. It would probably be easier if Clint wasn't there. Or Ruby. Jules was feeling guilty and strange, even though she knew Ruby didn't know and Clint wouldn't tell. And then what if Ethan showed up and Jasper just somehow knew about that? Her head was feeling so foggy at the moment and the paranoia that she somehow had a neon sign on her chest that said slut! was growing. Sleeping with two guys didn't really make her a slut, but considering who they were. Ugh. Jules quickly finished off her drink and lifted the empty cup. Her stomach wasn't really thrilled with how quick she was going through the alcohol but Jules didn't care. "I think I need one more. Then I'll stop for a bit."
Jasper had poured himself another drink as well, and he’d just gotten the joint lit when Jules held out her cup. His brows lifted in surprise at how quickly she downed it, but he didn’t comment, just took the cup to refill it. Fuck it, why not, right? She deserved to let loose and have a good time. Jasper offered Jules the joint in return and exhaled his first lungful upward. He would’ve related to her racing thoughts, if he could’ve heard them, but the THC was settling into Jasper now and everything was getting that nice blanket of calm over it. He handed Jules a full cup and lightly tapped his own drink against it, giving her a crooked little grin. “Cheers, my babe,” he said. “Might wanna sip on that one, though.” They’d been to plenty of parties together, and Jasper knew Jules didn’t usually pound down drinks. He wasn’t questioning why, he just didn’t want her to get sick.
Jules took a long pull from the joint while Jasper refilled her cup. The racing thoughts would dull soon enough and then everything would feel good and be good. "I'll sip on it," Jules said, exhaling the smoke with a little cough, which made her giggle as she handed the joint back to Jasper. "This'll probably be... like one of the last parties we all have together. Maybe I'll have one huge party at my place at the end of the summer. Well, one sort of big party if I live in an apartment. Or... whatever, if my mom is gone, I'll just throw it there. A last hurrah or whatever for people before they go to college." Like Bash. Ugh, depressing thoughts needed to disappear. "You can jump off my roof into the pool again."
He snickered as he tucked the joint between his lips again. “I’ll do it, too,” Jasper murmured around it. He had no real attachment to the vast majority of the people on the beach -- even if they’d been in the same social group, he already felt totally alienated from his peers. Missing graduation because he was in some fucked up alternate universe would do that to a person, he guessed. Jasper only loved Jules and Logan and Ruby, vaguely liked a couple of other people at the party, and the rest could go to hell for all he cared. He understood that Jules was different though, and if she wanted to throw a party, he would support her. “Nah though, it’d be fun. You should do it,” he added, taking another drag of weed before he offered it back. “We need all the fuckin’ parties we can get around here.”
Jules made a small noise in agreement as she took the joint back. She was really feeling it now, from top to bottom, the mixture of alcohol and hard liquor pushing down all the badness and making her feel like she could do anything. "Just say fuck it, right? Like... give this town the middle finger." She did just that and half expected something to come out of the ocean to eat her. It wouldn't have been surprising! "It's like... bad shit could happen at any time, right? So we should just ... do this." Jules gestured around before giving Jasper the joint back. "Feels kind of stupid to worry about high school crap when there's actual monsters to be scared of."
The way Jules flipped off the world made Jasper titter. He took the joint back for another pull on it. Everything was floaty and nice-feeling now, and he just wanted to say fuck it too. “Kinda puts shit into perspective, huh,” he murmured as he exhaled the smoke. Jasper ought to be fucking overflowing with perspective by now, but he felt just as dumb as he’d always been. Just as dumb and twice as fucked up. “We should do whatever the fuck we want at all times, honestly.” Logan crossed his mind again, and Jasper tried to push him away. There was a difference between ‘fuck the rules’ and ‘fuck everyone’s feelings.’ “What would you do right now, if you could do anything?” He cocked a brow at Jules, the question coming out more philosophical now that he was stoned.
Perspective was something Jules desperately needed. It was hard to have it when she was sober and even now she struggled. It was like her brain was constantly at war with itself. "Right now?" Jules scrunched up her nose thoughtfully. "I dunno. Find somewhere private and fuck your brains out? Or snap my fingers and be somewhere far away from Point Pleasant? Preferably somewhere tropical. Or turn back time and change things." She would rewind all the way back to last summer and do so many things differently. Wouldn't that be nice. Jules studied Jasper, digging her shoes a bit more in the sand, like that would keep her steady and upright. "I'd make everything better for everyone, I guess. Does that sound like a pageant answer? I'd wish for World Peace!" She rolled her eyes before sighing. "What would you do?"
Jasper laughed a little and shrugged. He didn’t know a pageant answer from an honest one, but the whole world peace thing was a little trite. “I mean, we can make the fucking thing happen, you just say the word,” he said first, unable to help himself. In spite of everything they’d been through and were currently going through, Jules was sexy as hell to him -- Jasper’s desire for her hadn’t waned, his brain was just messy. He could definitely relate to wanting to turn back time and change things, though. There was so much he would fix if he could. But they were stuck with their present, and they had to find a way to enjoy it. “That finger-snappin’ teleportation sounds good though -- I’d take you and everybody I love outta here, for sure. Make sure you’re all safe for once.” He hesitated, taking another sip from his cup, then added, “I’d make everything good between us again.”
It was so very tempting to just take Jasper's hand and drag him back to the car. Or walk further down the beach until they found a place where they could be alone. Their bodies had always seemed to know what to do, more than their brains did. And she missed Jasper. Every part of him. If they had sex, she could just turn her brain off and lose herself in all those good feelings. What he said made her throat go dry though, and Jules took a quick drink to ease it a bit. If she knew how to make things good again, she would do it. Why did it have to be so complicated? She missed the days when being together was the most natural thing in the world, and everyone else could fuck off. "I would do that too," she said after a moment. Instinctively, Jules looked around at the people hanging out on the beach. The crowd had grown a bit, but she spotted Logan across the way, talking with Bash. It was really too bad she couldn't grow a dick. The thought nearly made her laugh but the sound got stuck in her throat. Looking back at Jasper, Jules lifted a brow. "Wanna go somewhere, like, private?"
As Jules’s eyes left him, Jasper had to wonder how different their versions of everything being good again would be. If she could snap her fingers and make it happen, what would she change? He had no doubt that Jules would relieve him of his trauma if she could, but would she take away his bisexuality too? Would that even ultimately be a bad thing? Those were answers he didn’t have. It wasn’t possible anyway, so it probably wasn’t worth thinking about. His own brows arched at the question and he glanced around. There were lots of people there now, all milling around the bonfire and talking and laughing. The beach was dark and deserted beyond their circle of light. Jasper’s cock tingled a bit with the promise of having some fun in all that darkness. “Yeah uh ... you wanna walk down the beach?” he asked, tucking the joint between his lips before he reached for her free hand. “Or go to my car or somethin’?”
There were so many things Jules would have changed, but it never crossed her mind to change who Jasper was, even if that included his sexuality. She did love him for who he was, even if some parts of him were things she didn't quite understand. Jules was certain he could probably say the same thing about her. But they were who they were, and she loved him for it. That was probably why things were so convoluted and confusing in her head. Or maybe the alcohol was making everything more complicated than it had to be. "Walk," she decided after a moment, slipping her fingers through his. His car held a lot of memories and it was tempting to go back to it, but she liked the idea of being alone alone much better than trying to make out in his car with so many people around. Jules didn't much care if people saw them walking off. Let them all whisper and speculate. "You didn't tell me how your uncle's bachelor party thing was," she said, once they were headed away from the party. "Did you have fun?"
Jasper squeezed her fingers gently as they started to walk, easily able to manage his cup and joint with one hand. He didn’t like very many of the people crowded around the bonfire, so he didn’t mind putting a bit of distance between them. It was probably sad that he felt so much more at home surrounded by emptiness and shadows than the real human people he’d gone to school with for so damn long. He’d long been a social outsider, but something more than that had shifted inside of him ... like he was a humanity outsider now, set apart. Maybe Jules was too, she just wasn’t in the same place he was when it came to accepting it. Jasper laughed a bit at her question. “Yeah, it was pretty fuckin’ hilarious,” he said. “They had like, some cops show up to fake-arrest Aaron -- some deputies that Mila’s brother knows. Then they told him they were gonna take him bungee jumping off the Overlook cliff, but we really just blindfolded him and spun him around a bunch and pushed him off like a ledge onto a mattress.” Jasper snickered at the memory. “He was drunk already, just yelling and carrying on, so it was funny. I went with them to get some drinks at the bar, but they were gonna end the night at Cherries, so I went home.”
There were so many times when Jules felt out of place, like she was irrevocably changed, but then she tried to ignore it and force her world back to normal. It didn't always work. But right now it felt a little normal, being alone with Jasper, listening to him talk about his family. The story itself was hilarious and Jules laughed, egged on by the pot and alcohol in her system. She liked his dad and uncles... at least Aaron, since he was the only one she had chatted with at the bar when she'd go in to talk to Gavin. "You didn't want to go watch dancers with their boobs out?" Jules asked, snickering a bit before drinking more from her cup.
It felt good to make her laugh, even just by relating the dumb stuff his family had been up to. Sure, Jules was high and buzzed at the moment, but Jasper so often felt like he couldn’t make her happy in any way now, it was a little thrill to hear her laugh. “Not with like, my dad right there,” Jasper said with a laugh of his own, wrinkling his nose a bit. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of boobs, but it’s too weird to watch strippers with family around.” Jasper made a face and fake-shuddered, then snickered some himself as he took another puff from the joint. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and the beach and ocean in front of them looked pretty in the moonlight.
Laughing wasn't exactly something Jules did much of these days, but it did feel good, especially with Jasper, even if they were talking about boobs that weren't hers. But he was a boy and boys liked boobs, so whatever. "Yeah, that'd be super weird," Jules agreed, smiling. "I'm not complaining. I'd rather my boobs be the only boobs you see anyway. You want to see them now?" They were farther away from the crowd now, though Jules could still see the light from the fire when she glanced over her shoulder. She didn't care at this point, because it was quiet where they were, and dark except for the moonlight.
Jasper stopped walking, since Jules’s chest deserved his full attention, and hooked his arm around her waist to pull her body in against his. “I wanna see all of you, all the time,” he murmured, the first pleasant tingles of arousal starting in his gut. It was true, even if Jules didn’t believe it completely. He and Logan had had some amazing sex while they could, but any and all of it would’ve been enhanced by Jules’s presence, in Jasper’s opinion. Jasper flicked the remnant of the joint into the sand and started to lightly take Jules’s cup from her so they could free their hands up. He wasn’t worried in the slightest about anybody seeing them -- they were far outside of the firelight circle now, and it was hard to give a fuck about most of those people anyway.
Any doubts or insecurities Jules might have had about Jasper had faded to the far, far back of her mind. She was high and probably a little beyond buzzed and her body was already responding to Jasper's closeness. Without the cup in her hand, Jules was able to touch him with both now and so she did, slipping them beneath the hem of his shirt to touch his skin. He was so warm and solid and familiar and Jules wished she could just nuzzle and kiss him all over. "I wanna see you too," she mumbled belatedly, lost in the hazy cloud of arousal settling in over the drunkenness. And she had promised boobs, so Jules brought her hands back from his body to pull her tank top up and over her head. She hadn't bothered with a bra, because her boobs were awesome and perky and it was summer.
God, her hands on his skin never failed to make his heart race. Jasper was tempted to just toss their cups like he’d thrown the butt of the joint, but he wrangled enough patience to put them down in the sand. He licked his lips as he watched Jules’s top come off, his hands skimming down her now-bare sides. She had such gorgeous skin, gorgeous breasts, gorgeous everything, he truly didn’t understand how she could think he didn’t want her. Jasper’s hands were drawn to her chest, cupping her breasts as he dipped in to kiss her for a brief moment. She tasted like booze and weed and Jules, and he only pulled back long enough to peel his own shirt off too. Jasper pulled Jules in again, his mouth covering hers for a real, deep kiss.
Jules parted her lips for his, her hands roaming over his bare chest and down to his sides. Her nipples were tight and achy, and she drew him closer to feel that skin on skin contact that she adored so much. It was thrilling to know that their friends - hers, mostly - were right down the beach. What if someone walked this way? It was exciting to think about, and she shivered against Jasper, her fingertips dipping into the waistband of his shorts. Her tongue delved into his mouth, a soft moan forming in her throat. The distant sound of the music, and then the ocean right beside them... it felt like they were cocooned in something warm and comforting, and Jules didn't want it to end. With her heart pounding, Jules slipped one hand down into his shorts to touch his cock, wanting to work it into something hard and aching for her.
Jasper loved feeling Jules’s tits pressed against his chest, almost as he loved the sensation of her hands on his bare skin. He loved being touched by people he knew cared about him, and that was a short list these days. Jules was exceptionally good at it -- they’d never lacked for chemistry, that was for sure. Jasper’s palms did their own roaming, running down her sides and back to squeeze and caress her ass through her skirt. She hadn’t worn a bra, and he had to wonder if she’d bothered with panties either. He let out a low groan when she delved deeper into his clothes, his cock already half-hard from the shirtless kissing. It didn’t take much to coax him to full hardness, and Jasper kissed her harder, hungrier as his hands slipped under her skirt to touch more of her.
She had always loved how quickly she could get him aroused. Jules knew it had a lot to do with being shirtless and everything, but she still liked to think she was the only one who drove him this crazy, even if underneath the alcohol and weed, she knew better. Jules bit gently at his lower lip when she felt his hands slip beneath her skirt. Her hand slid over his cock, stroking it firmly, even if it was a bit awkward with his shorts still on. She didn't care, though. Jules was already aroused and wanting more of him and the longer he kissed her, the wetter between her legs she became. Maybe Jasper wasn't the only guy she'd had sex with this summer, but he was definitely the only one who drove her this crazy with need. "I want..." she mumbled the words, not entirely sure if she finished the sentence or not. But in her head she did, and Jules tugged the front of his shorts down enough to free his cock. Then she was on her knees and taking it into her mouth, moaning around his length at the taste and feel of it against her tongue.
She might have doubted herself, but Jules was the only girl who’d ever made him feel like this. Other females had turned him on, of course, but not this quickly or to this extent. If Jasper was as out of control with other girls as he was with Jules, there was no way he could’ve shared a bed with Elodie this long, or even stayed friends with Ruby. No, Jules was fucking special, and his body was so magnetized to hers, it felt like feeding an addiction to kiss her. The way Jules groped and stroked him got that fire in his gut burning white-hot, his inhibitions lowered even further by the intoxicants in his system. The rest of the world had disappeared to him, not to even mention the bonfire kids. All he wanted was Jules. Jasper’s eyes cracked open with dazed confusion when she pulled her mouth away and knelt, but the immediate heat of her mouth around his cock cleared it right up. Jasper let out a low groan and buried his fingers in Jules’s hair. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, drawing both words out with relish, bright pleasure tingling up his spine.
Jules had never had a boyfriend she loved giving head to as much as she loved giving it to Jasper. She got off on giving him pleasure, and the feel of his fingers in her hair was electrifying. They'd had sex since getting back together, but Jules's mind was always filled with insecurity, until now. It was amazing how getting high could quiet all of the negative thoughts in her head. And now she was solely focused on Jasper, her hands running around to the back of his thighs and up over his ass as she took him deeper into her throat, sucking on his cock like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Her body was throbbing with all sorts of emotions, arousal being the most prominent. Everything felt so good, the sand beneath her knees, Jasper's hands in her hair, his cock on her tongue, even the cooler air from the ocean, somehow keeping her from overheating with need. Jules wanted to give Jasper everything, and this was definitely one of the things she knew she was good at.
It always took effort for Jasper not to come in about ten seconds when Jules was really working his cock. The alcohol made it a little easier tonight, but her mouth felt so incredible, and she could take him so deep. Jasper moaned, unmindful of his volume and the people nearby -- there was distance and the wind off the ocean and music playing around the bonfire, nobody was going to hear them. Unless Jules really started screaming, which he kind of wanted to make her do now. Jasper’s fingers flexed in her hair and he shuddered, his hips flexing forward in small gentle thrusts. He couldn’t help himself, that wet tightness around the head of his cock felt so goddamn good. “Jules, fuck ... you’re so fuckin’ hot,” Jasper mumbled down to her, his jaw slack as he watched her lips slide up and down his shaft.
She always got off on Jasper's encouragement and loved hearing him talk to her when they were doing this. In a hazy sort of way, she wondered if Logan sucked his cock too. Was it better? Different? The mental image rose unbidden in her mind and Jules found herself lost in a combination of jealousy and arousal. Before she could even recognize she was doing it, Jules was moaning around Jasper's cock, her hands sliding down the back of his thighs. She moved with his thrusts, feeling a bit of friction between her legs. She wanted more of it. Pulling back a bit, she peered up at him and sucked firmly on the tip, tasting the precum that had leaked there.
Getting head from Logan was a bit different, but not superior in any way, and it was currently far from Jasper’s mind. All of his focus was on Jules and the incredible pleasure she was giving him. He was too intoxicated and horny to overthink why she might have wanted to fall to her knees for him, all of their relationship issues and drama muted and distant at the moment. He just wanted more of her, transfixed by that wicked look in her eyes when she looked up at him. Jasper slid his fingers into the side of her blonde hair, his thumb brushing over Jules’s cheekbone while she teased the tip of his cock. He was hard enough he could feel his pulse in his hardon, and he was already dying to bury it in Jules. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he told her, his breathing already a little shaky.
Jules was willing to give him more of her. All of her, if he wanted. There was really no one else she was willing to be this vulnerable for, not even her closest friends. With that vulnerability was the ever growing excitement of doing this outside with the glow of the bonfire and the distant sound of the music not that far away. Just thinking about getting Jasper's cock buried inside of her had her pussy throbbing with need. "Right here?" she asked, curling her fingers around his slick cock to stroke slowly. There was sand everywhere, obviously, but she'd never had sex on the beach before. If he wanted to go somewhere else, though, she'd go. She would do anything for him and she hoped he knew that. If not she would show him somehow.
Sand and sex were a bad mix, and Jasper didn’t want to have to walk back through the party to get back to his car. He looked around them, hunting for some other solution, and spotted some big boulders nearby. Some of them were a good enough height to sit on. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but it was better than sand. “Here, over there,” he said, reaching for her hand. Jasper helped her to her feet and pulled her along in the right direction, holding his shorts up with his free hand. Once they reached the rocks, Jasper perched on the edge of one of them and pulled Jules in close by the hips. “C’mere and let me see how wet you are,” Jasper murmured, a grin crossing his face. He slipped one hand up her shirt to really touch her and caught one of her nipples in his mouth.
Getting to her feet sent her head spinning for a few moments, but she clung to Jasper's hand and managed to follow him without tripping or falling over. As soon as he pulled her close again, her hands slid into his hair. A shaky breath escaped her as her nipple was engulfed in the delicious heat of his mouth and Jules instinctively pressed into his hand, more than happy to let him experience exactly what he did to her. Even if things had gotten complicated and her mind was a mess, her body certainly didn't feel any of it. The desire for him was still there and still as intense as it had been when they first started hooking up. "God," she groaned, pressing her cheek against the side of his head. "I want you to fuck me so bad."
Jasper moaned into her breast, the echo of what he’d said to her sending a sweet throb through his cock. It probably made no sense to doubt that Jules wanted him in any capacity, but considering everything he’d been putting her through recently, deep parts of Jasper craved that reassurance. Even if she just wanted his cock right now, she still wanted him. He sucked harder on her nipple as he rubbed the damp fabric of Jules’s panties for another couple of heartbeats, then pulled the cotton aside to really touch her. The sensation of her hot wetness against his fingers made the base animal part of him want to throw her down on the ground and fuck her senseless, but he wasn’t quite that far gone yet. Jasper spread Jules’s juices around and rubbed at her swollen clit for a moment before he started to tug her underwear down. “C’mere, get these off and sit on my cock, baby,” he whispered heatedly to her.
His teasing fingers pushed Jules to the point where her arousal was becoming near painful. If she didn't get some kind of relief soon, she would no doubt scream. It was the best kind of torture and her hands clung to his hair, soft moans escaping her lips. Her hips moved with his fingers until he pulled them away and her whimper was lost in the thrill of getting her underwear off. They were really doing this, outside, and her heart was pounding in excitement as she reached beneath her skirt to get rid of the annoying barrier. They fell in the sand and she stepped out of them, holding onto Jasper's shoulders to climb into his lap. It wasn't the most comfortable place to have sex, but she didn't care. She'd do it anywhere, in any position, as long as she could get his cock inside of her. And he slipped in easily, stretching her body so deliciously that Jules had to bite into her lower lip to try and keep the noises muffled. Fuck, but that felt so good and her pussy throbbed around him as she took every inch that she could into her body.
It was exciting to be outside in the dark, with other people so close by. Jasper was sure they wouldn’t hear them, but if they did, he didn’t care. It wasn’t like most of those people hadn’t snuck off at various high school parties to have sex themselves, this time just happened to be on the beach. Jasper’s hands landed on Jules’s hips as she climbed over him, helping guide her into place, and then he was sinking into her and the bliss took over. “Fuck,” he whispered, his arms slipping around her waist. God, he loved and missed that feeling. They’d had sex a few times after Jules’s accident, and they were back together, but there was something bittersweet about that pleasure anyway, like it brought him back to a time when things were simpler between them. Jasper buried his face against Jules’s neck, kissing and nibbling her skin in between heavy breaths.
There were parts of her body that were still sore from time to time, but being with Jasper like this just made all of that discomfort vanish. She wrapped her arms around him, rocking her hips into his to take him deeper. She was pretty drunk but she felt like she still had enough self-awareness not to start moaning too loudly. When she began to move more steadily, one hand slipped up into Jasper's hair as she breathed hotly against his shoulder, wanting to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from this that she could. It felt like they both needed it and Jules knew she would rather be here like this with Jasper, than surrounded by all of those people at the bonfire.
There was some magic that always happened when he was with Jules like this that narrowed down the universe to just the two of them -- their bodies moving together, their breath on one another’s skin, the pleasure they could create between them. It was more than Jasper had ever felt fucking anyone else, even Logan, but he had no idea how to put it into words to tell her. He tried to show her instead, rocking his body under hers to push himself deeper, his hands roaming restlessly over her back. Jasper turned his head to catch Jules’s lips again, wanting to kiss her even if they could only do it in sips. “You feel so good,” he breathed against her mouth. “I love you so much.”
Jules moaned, kissing Jasper as much as she could without her lungs burning. "I love you too," she whispered, resting her forehead to his. It was a little hard to move the way she wanted to perched on his lap while they sat on a rock, but she could roll her hips and feel him pressing deep and that was more than enough for Jules at the moment. She lived for this, being with Jasper in the most intimate way possible. It was like they could shut away the rest of the world and it was just them. No trauma or drama or other people. It felt like before, the way it should always be, at least in her mind. And there was definitely something sexier about being outside, so close to the ocean, under the night sky. They'd had sex like this before, but in Jasper's car so it wasn't really the same. The pleasure was building, growing hot in her core and it was getting harder to keep quiet, though she did her best. All she could think about was Jasper and how his cock made her feel and how badly she wanted to come.
It wasn’t the most comfortable place to fuck, but they were making do in a delicious way, all of the grinding and shifting of Jules’s body around him was making his whole groin ache. Jasper’s hands slid down to her ass to grip and support and pull her in tighter with every stroke. Considering how drunk he was, he didn’t think he was actually going to come like this, he needed more friction to really get there, but it felt fantastic and he was dying to feel Jules explode around him. Jasper didn’t give a shit if anybody heard them or knew they were banging out in the open, he wanted to fill his girlfriend with pleasure while he could -- it felt like pretty much the only thing he did right by Jules anymore. Jasper moaned and brushed their lips together, then brought one hand around to slip between them, pressing his palm against her mound as his thumb found her clit to rub.
Jules was very quickly losing herself in the pleasure building between their bodies. She didn't care about the discomfort of their position, or the dampness forming on her body. Her core was on fire, the heat intensifying with every push of Jasper's cock into her. The pressure on her clit was like pouring gasoline on the flames and Jules cried out, eager for more of it. With her arms wrapped tightly around Jasper's shoulders, Jules rocked her hips frantically against his cock and his hand, desperate for release now that it was so close. Breathy curses fell from her lips before
she buried her face in his neck, muffling her cries when her orgasm finally flooded through her body. It was exactly what she needed, that pulsing ecstasy that erased everything else going on in her mind.
That was it, that was what really got Jasper going, and he got happily lost in the ecstasy of it all, the pleasure throbbing in his balls with every jerk of Jules’s hips. He kept up the pressure and friction on her clit as best he could with all the movement, and let out some groaned nonsense curses when she fell over the edge. Jasper got that surge of smug pride that always came with making his girl come hard, though it was hard to feel much of anything but pleasure at the moment. The position had been enough to get Jules off, and he was glad for that, it felt damn good to him too, but Jasper’s body needed more friction to get there, especially with a bunch of alcohol in his system. So he caressed her back and ass with his free hand, thumb still pressed into her clit until she decided she didn’t want it there anymore, and waited for her body to calm. “Think you can stand up and bend over?” he murmured to her after a moment.
With the throbbing in her body beginning to ebb and fade, Jules felt boneless and relaxed in a way she hadn't in quite some time. She wanted to keep Jasper buried deep inside of her, lay her head on his shoulder, and stay there for a while. But she knew he hadn't come yet and she wanted that to happen more than anything else. When he asked if she could stand, a fresh surge of heat seemed to pool between her legs and Jules nodded, pressing a kiss against his mouth before smiling and carefully slipping off his lap. Her knees were a bit weak and shaky, but she managed to stay upright. Jules could see his cock, still hard and slick from her juices, and the urge was there to get to her knees again and just suck him to completion. But she also wanted to feel him lose control inside of her, so she resisted, thinking she could do that the next time they were having sex. So she did what he asked, bending over for him to do whatever he wanted. She just wanted to feel him inside of her again, even if it was only for a few more minutes.
Jasper stood up behind her, the breezy ocean air bitingly cold on his wet cock. It felt weirdly good, but he was still eager to get back inside of his Jules. He wasn’t completely sturdy on his feet either, especially in the sand, and Jasper had to think for a second on how not to knock Jules right over. His body was aching to fuck her. “Here, turn this way,” he muttered as he grasped her hips. Jasper turned them so Jules could brace her hands on the rock, careful to do it slowly enough that she could keep her balance. They were probably too drunk for this, but he couldn’t worry too much about that at the moment, not with that fire burning in his belly. Once Jules seemed stable enough, Jasper lined their bodies up and pushed into her again with one smooth thrust. A breathy ‘Jesus Christ’ fell from his lips and Jasper ground into her a bit, loving how wet she still was. He put both hands on her hips and started to thrust, deep and steady to start with, to tease himself and test their balance.
Bracing herself against the rock definitely helped because Jules wasn't sure she could have stayed upright much longer, even with Jasper holding onto her. Moaning, she pushed back into him, always loving the feel of his cock filling her up. Her head was swimming from the liquor and weed and sex and Jules met him thrust for thrust, digging her heels into the sand to stay steady on her feet. "Fuck," she moaned, wishing she had the balance to reach back and touch him, but she knew she'd probably fall if she tried. So she pressed her palms against the rock so she could move with him, eager to feel him lose control.
He always enjoyed fucking Jules, but there was something extra about it tonight -- being this intoxicated, out in the dark open air, with danger nearby in the form of other people and gods knew what else lurking on the beach. For some reason that didn’t bother Jasper in the slightest, it felt more like home than doing it in a safe and private bedroom. He hadn’t had sex with anyone Over There, but if he had it probably would’ve been outdoors, in spite of the constant threat they’d been under. Jasper groaned as he got caught up in a rhythm, his hands gripping Jules’s hips tight, his own toes digging into the sand. It felt good to just be an animal, animals never had to think about how to make everyone happy, they just had to be. And ‘being’ felt pretty fucking good at the moment, for once. Jasper drove his cock deep and leaned over Jules briefly to kiss her bare back, his hand sliding up to grope one breast as he thrust and ground and gasped.
Jules loved it when she didn't have to think about stuff. Lately, it felt like her brain never shut up, shifting between optimism and cynicism and morbidity and happiness. It was enough to drive anyone crazy. The rollercoaster was never-ending. But here, she could just shut it all down and enjoy what Jasper was doing to her, the way each thrust of his cock drove her closer to the edge of another orgasm, the way his hands gripped her hips so tight that she hoped he left bruises on her skin. Her wrist was starting to throb under the weight she was putting on it, but Jules didn't care. Her own intoxication had dulled a lot of that pain and she honestly didn't care if it hurt later. Jules pushed back against Jasper's movements enthusiastically, sharper cries escaping her now. The world spun deliciously around her and she honestly wished this would never end. How nice would it be to feel this way all day, every day? "God, Jasper," she moaned, wishing she had enough balance to reach back and touch him. "Fuck... fuck me..." Honestly, she had no idea what she was saying now, as curses fell from her lips the closer she got to the peak. She hadn't really expected one orgasm tonight let alone two, but with the way Jasper was fucking her, Jules was certain she'd get there again.
Jasper knew Jules’s body almost as well as his own, and he recognized the signs of her building up to another climax, so he tried to keep himself in check just enough to last through it. That was easier to do when he was this drunk -- even though the weed always made things feel better than normal, it was balanced by the numbness from the booze. As much as it made him throb to hear Jules tell him to fuck her, he felt pretty in control. So he wanted to make her come again, to feel it clench and pulse around him, to make her mindless with pleasure. Maybe part of him wanted to remind her again of what he could offer, even if the best of it was just this. Jasper moaned her name and kept fucking her as best he could, unconcerned with how loud they were being and who might hear them, human or not. All he cared about was getting Jules off again, then finding relief himself. As he pounded into her, he slipped his hand down from her breast to rub at her clit.
Jules had always known that the two of them communicated best with their bodies and tonight was no different. She may have had sex with other people this summer, but nothing compared to how Jasper made her feel. She had never been very good at expressing that to him, but a part of her knew that Jasper had to know, just based on her body's reaction to him. Even when they weren't in love and it was just sex, no one had quite gotten her as hot and crazed as Jasper had when he touched her. The extra stimulation from his hand between her legs was enough to force her over the edge and Jules's cry caught sharply in her throat, every inch of her throbbing with release. Her toes curled in the sand as she drowned in the pleasure, the intoxication only making everything feel that much better.
It was bliss on Jasper’s end too, all of that delicious clenching sending waves of hot pleasure straight into his balls. He liked giving orgasms to anybody he was fooling around with, but he’d found that none of it really compared to getting Jules off. Maybe it was because she was a girl and girls were harder to get off, but Jasper tended to think it was more the emotions behind it all. He loved her intensely, in spite of the complications, and he loved making her feel good when he was able. And damn if she wasn’t hot as fuck when she came. Jasper couldn’t hold back any longer, pounding into Jules through her climax as he raced toward his own. In another few seconds, Jasper was thrusting deep into her, his body shuddering as his cock throbbed and let go. He grunted and groaned loudly, everything bad in him obliterated by pleasure for those few lovely moments. “Oh shit,” Jasper panted when he started to come down, shivering as he pumped his hips another few times to wring all the sensation out of it he could.
Jules groaned as Jasper thrust into her, that familiar smug satisfaction settling in when he finally lost control and came. It felt so good, on so many levels and Jules released a breathy sort of laugh as those delicious tingles still sparked within her from her own orgasm. Everything felt amazing and Jules wished that feeling never had to end. Why was pleasure so temporary? Panting, Jules shifted her weight from both hands to just one, now that the throbbing in her healing wrist had started to become more prominent. She waited until Jasper pulled back from her before she found the strength to turn around. Her knees were still shaky, now from the physical exertion as much as the alcohol, so she reached for Jasper, slipping her arms around him to press her face to his chest. They needed to get dressed and stuff before someone wandered down this way, but at the moment she didn't care that they were both mostly naked. Jules just wanted to live in this moment for a while longer, before things went back to normal and potentially felt weird again.
Jasper took a wider stance for better balance and wrapped his arms around Jules. He felt shaky and happy and good for the moment too, and holding her skin to skin out there with the breeze all around them felt wonderful, even if it was kind of cold. It was a moment that made him wish he could draw out time too, to spread this feeling over more of their lives. For once he didn’t feel like he was fucking everything up, but that could change on a dime, he knew. Jasper lifted one hand to stroke the back of Jules’s hair. “I love you,” he murmured close to her ear, over the constant white noise of the waves and the more distant sounds of the party. Even if it didn’t look like the kind of love that Jules wanted, he meant it with all his heart, and he hoped it still meant as much to her as it used to, in spite of everything. He yearned for those simpler days of the start of their relationship sometimes, but it had gotten so much deeper from everything they’d been through. Jasper kissed her head and gave her a gentle squeeze. “You wanna go home or back to the party?”
As her blood cooled, Jules began to shiver slightly, though it felt good to be in Jasper's arms. "I love you too," she said, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck for a moment. She too often wished for the simpler days of when they had started hooking up, when the only drama was whatever stupid thing they had begun bickering about before or after having sex. But she wouldn't trade away any part of their relationship, except the whole fog dimension chaos of course. Thinking about the party, Jules grimaced a little at the idea of returning. She had friends there, and Ethan and everything, but she was reluctant to let this moment go, especially with Logan so close by too. "Can we go?" she asked, looking up at Jasper. "My house or your house, I don't care." She just wanted to get naked again and curl up beside him and sleep and know that she would get to wake up with him too.
It occurred to Jasper that neither of them should probably be driving, but it wasn’t far and he wanted to be home, somewhere they could have some privacy. He’d made a good enough showing at this party to say he’d been there, and now he just wanted Jules. Logan was probably still there, social-butterfly-ing and flirting his way around the party, no doubt, but Jasper didn’t even feel compelled to say goodbye to him in person. He could just text him. And Jasper definitely wasn’t eager to hang around with Ethan. “Yeah, a’course,” he murmured to Jules and pressed a kiss to her forehead before he let her to pick up their clothes. Jasper grabbed hers up first, shaking the sand out vigorously before he handed them over to her to put back on. Which was a shame, but they could strip down together again soon enough. “Let’s go to my place,” he suggested as he reached for his board shorts. Jasper didn’t want to deal with Jules’s mom, and hopefully Elodie would find somewhere else to crash for the night.
She hadn't seen Jasper's room in Ms. Harris's house yet, but she was eager to be there, to lay in his bed and leave her scent on his pillows and stuff so he would miss her when she wasn't there. Jules got dressed, doing her best not to topple over into the sand in the process. She could feel a bit of sand against her skin but it didn't bother her much. She was pretty sure when they got to his room, they would be getting naked again anyway, even if it was just to sleep. Knowing she ought to find Ethan to say goodbye, Jules was also of the mind that she could probably just text him that she left with Jasper. He was hanging out with Scarlett anyway, and Jules didn't really want to stumble back into the party looking disheveled. Once Jasper had his clothes back on, Jules took his hand to walk with him back up to the parking lot. "You okay to drive?" she murmured, only just now realizing neither of them were sober.
The answer to that legally should have been no ... but Jasper felt like he could drive anyway. It wasn’t the first time he’d driven drunk and high, and it wasn’t like he could get lost or even take any wrong turns anymore. His brain knew where to go, even if it was woozy at the moment. “Yeah, I got it,” Jasper said to Jules, squeezing her hand a bit. He would get them home safe, even if he had to go slow to do it. Jasper walked with her off the sand and up through the dune grass that separated the beach from the rest of the world, happy to stay in the shadows away from the party. He didn’t care much about leaving early -- the only people he gave a shit about on the beach were Jules, Logan, Ruby, and Elodie, and he saw all of them regularly one-on-one. That was how Jasper preferred to socialize now anyway. He had a brief moment of anxiety when they reached his car because he thought he couldn’t feel his keys, but they were there when Jasper shoved his hand in his pocket.
If Jules had been anymore sober herself, she would have suggested she drive, or at least get a ride from someone, but she felt too sated and high and happy and she knew Jasper was a good driver. Jules waited until she was inside Jasper's car before she sent a quick text to Ethan that she was leaving and would text him later, clicking off the screen before Jasper noticed. It wasn't like she was hiding anything, but she knew how Jasper felt about the guy and Jules didn't want to risk spoiling anything tonight. Right now she wanted to curl her body around his and just relax and sleep. It felt like it had been a while since they'd gotten to do that. "Oh! I think I'm getting a job," she told him, as though it had just occurred to her, which... well, it had. "Bet you can't guess where."
As long as Jasper didn’t run them off the road they would be fine, and home was pretty close so he thought he would be okay. And honestly, a little car accident didn’t seem like such a big deal compared to everything else they’d been through. Jules had just had one, but there had been other supernatural shit at play there. And she’d been with Ethan, so he didn’t want to think about it too much to start with. He got in behind the wheel and started the car, then squinted over at Jules with a bit of surprise. “Uhhh ... the Boathouse?” he asked. Wait, no, Logan worked there. Didn’t he? Fuck, Jasper’s brain felt kind of scrambled. Moxie’s seemed too low-class for Jules to work at, and he suddenly couldn’t think of anything but restaurants.
"Nope." Jules grinned, her mind not even processing that Logan worked at The Boathouse. She supposed she could waitress. She was pretty enough to get really good tips, but it just sounded so boring to her, taking orders from people and serving them food. Ugh. "Mom knows the guy who runs the museum. I might be working at the gift shop." A giggle formed in her throat because it was such a mundane job and Jules had always just assumed she would be off to college before having to actually work. And now she might have to wear shorts and a polo shirt and stock novelty keychains and weird trinkets. But money was money and she couldn't get a hold of the trust her dad left her until she was working, so... it was what it was. Even so, the idea of it all amused her at the moment. "How does anyone work in this place? It's so... normal and nothing is actually normal."
Jasper got the same dorky picture in his head of a museum gift shop employee, and he snickered. He tried to picture Jules being sweet to tourists and helping them find just the right fridge magnet to take home, and that snicker turned into a laugh. “Oh man, that’ll be fun,” he said, even though it would probably be the total opposite. He couldn’t imagine the Point Pleasant museum stayed very busy, even during the summer months. “Maybe I’ll come see you and you can tell me not to touch stuff.” On his end, his current job was pretty much the only thing he felt like he was doing well at in his life. He enjoyed doing mechanic work and how it kept his brain busy most of the time, and he could see the actual results of his labor, and the more he learned, the better he felt about it all. Jasper pulled out of the parking space and headed for the road, rolling his window down to feel the fresh breeze. “Hey, at least that won’t be any late nights, we’ll have evenings free, you know?”
She couldn't help but giggle more when Jasper laughed, because it would so not be fun and they both knew it. Plus, she liked hearing him laugh. He didn't do it a lot these days. She tried to imagine following him around to scold him for touching things, but it would be fun to make out too if no one was there. And yes, she was already thinking of doing certain things that would probably get her fired, but whatever. It wasn't like it was possible to not want to touch Jasper when she was around him. He was right though, they would have evenings free, so it would be nice to be able to spend time together, preferably without the angst and trauma. She reached over to take his hand in hers, still amused at the thought of having a job. But that was part of growing up, she supposed. Ugh, but why couldn't it be something more stylish? She would have tried to work at Belladonna if Reagan Kelly's husband wasn't such a dick. "Yeah, it won't be so bad," she said. "And it'd be nice to spend more time together, especially if you have your own place and I have mine. As long as it's not, like, weird or anything."
Most jobs weren’t fun, and Jasper was sure she was going to be bored to tears on a regular basis, but money was money and everybody needed it. Especially if they were both going to be living on their own. For a brief second Jasper thought it was dumb not to move in together, but then he remembered all the reasons he didn’t want to do that. Living with Logan while Jules had an apartment of her own probably would be weird, but he wasn’t sure there was any help for that. He and Logan wouldn’t be sleeping together, and they could make space and privacy for each other ... Jasper was sure it would all work out somehow. “We’ll make it not weird,” he murmured, repeating what they were so good at telling each other. Jasper felt unsteady enough that he needed both hands on the wheel while he drove, but he reached over to briefly squeeze Jules’s leg. “Scope out some good hiding places, as soon as you get there,” he said to keep it light, grinning a bit. “I’ve never fooled around in the museum, gotta christen the place.”
Not making it weird seemed to be their relationship mantra but Jules was determined to let Jasper do what he wanted and not let his living with Logan bother her too much. But she wondered how he’d feel if he knew about her having sex with Ethan and then what if they decided to be roommates? They weren’t but that was beside the point. Jules’s head was feeling foggy and she felt so sleepy now that she didn’t want to let her brain think about it too long. “I’ve never fooled around in a museum either,” she admitted with a soft titter. “I made out with Chris Conner at the Orion once my freshman year. He touched my boob and came in his pants.” Her titters became laughter and Jules brought her hand up to her mouth, like she had to stifle the sound somehow. “He walked out to the parking lot so weird after the movie.”
Even though entertaining the idea of someone else groping Jules’s boobs usually filled Jasper with possessive anger, this time it just made him laugh, because how pathetic was that? He knew who Chris Conner was too, of course, and he definitely wasn’t a guy who seemed like he would be happy with anyone knowing that. Which just made Jasper laugh harder. He’d done some embarrassing things as a pubescent boy, but he’d never soiled himself just by touching a boob. “Oh damn,” Jasper murmured as he descended into chuckles. “I mean, I knew your tits were powerful, but that’s pretty pitiful.” Impulsively, he reached over to give the side of Jules’s breast a gentle tweak. “Everybody makes out at the Orion though, so we gotta like, be different.”
“My boobs are amazing,” Jules said, confident in that much. And Chris hadn’t been the only guy in her past to go off before they’d wanted to. But boys were boys and they didn’t always have control over their dicks. Reaching over, Jules slid her fingers through the side of Jasper’s hair. It was growing back and she loved being able to stroke it again. “We’ll totally make out at the museum, even if I don’t end up working there. And anywhere else you want to make out. You know I’ve never done anything like that at the beach before. Have you?” She had always assumed sex and sand would be a terrible combination but she hadn’t ever really thought to find a different way of enjoying it either. Jules liked sex but she hadn’t exactly been super adventurous with it until she started hooking up with Jasper. Something about him just brought out that side of her, she supposed.
“Nah, not like that,” Jasper answered with a quick glance over at Jules. He didn’t think he’d ever had sex on the beach like that, but he’d definitely gotten head in his car in the parking lot, and felt a few girls up under their bikinis while lounging on a blanket, but this had been much more than that. And with a potential audience so close by ... “It was hot though,” he added in a lower tone, smirking faintly. Jasper caressed Jules’s breast again as he took the turn into his neighborhood -- well, Charlie’s neighborhood. Jasper still felt a little weird about living with her, especially in the basement, but it was better than a lot of other places he could’ve ended up. He felt lucky he’d had a soft place to land when they’d all come back, unlike Elodie who just seemed to be drifting around.
A year ago Jules would have been fighting back sparks of jealousy hearing about Jasper’s sexual experiences but it didn’t bother her much now, given what they’d just done. Of course that didn’t mean she didn’t wonder about what he’d done when they were broken up. With Logan. That terrible green eyed monster certainly surfaced when it crossed her mind. So did curiosity. Jules waited until Jasper parked at Charlie’s house before she tried to gather herself to climb out of the car without falling over. Between the weed and alcohol and sex, her knees were feeling a little weak. “Charlie won’t mind that I’m here, will she?” Jules looked over at Jasper once she was able to plant both feet on the ground without stumbling. Some parents were weird about girlfriends or boyfriends staying over in their house. Jules remembered Mr. Lucas lived here too and her lips spread into a smile. “Oh! Is your dad here?! We should say hi.”
Jasper had to lean on the car himself as he got out, so there was absolutely no judgment on his side. It was probably luckier than he realized that they’d made it home in one piece, but Jasper drove while he wasn’t sober often enough to make it normal to him. “Pft, naw, she won’t care,” he answered about Charlie, then shrugged and glanced at the other vehicles in the driveway. “Yeah, looks like he’s here.” He was never really sure of his dad’s schedule, but it looked like one of his uncles must have been minding the bar tonight. Gavin was surely going to know they’d been drinking and partying, but maybe he would be happy to see them together anyway. Jasper knew his dad wanted him to be with Jules, and he probably would want that even harder if he knew everything about what they’d been going through. Jasper circled around the car to take Jules’s hand to lead her to the front door and let them in.
Oh yay! She hadn't seen Mr. Lucas in a while and it didn't occur to her that they should probably avoid him, considering they were both less than sober and Jasper had driven them home. But he had driven her home plenty of times in the past when they'd been high and things had been fine, so she wasn't worried about it. Jules grasped Jasper's hand, finding it weird to be walking into Ms. Harris's house and not Jasper's old house. She kind of missed it, to be honest, even though she was sure Mr. Lucas was happier here with his girlfriend. Or fiancée, since Jasper had told her that his dad was marrying their English teacher. Former English teacher. So weird. As soon as the door opened they were greeted by dogs and Jules let go of Jasper to give attention to them. She had never been an animal person before but Mr. Lucas's dogs had grown on her since she started dating Jasper. When she looked up, she could see Gavin sitting on the couch and Jules smiled, trying to move past the herd of dogs to walk over to him so she could give him a hug.
The dogs were less focused on Jasper with a Different Person walking in with him, but he doled out pets when there were muzzles pointed at him. “Quit,” Jasper murmured with a little laugh and a nudge when Max started giving his crotch a thorough sniffing. Both of them probably smelled like sex to those sensitive noses, but hopefully not so much to human ones. Though Jasper wasn’t sure why it mattered anymore anyway. It wasn’t like his dad thought he was some innocent virgin. Jasper watched Jules and his dad greet each other, feeling a small weird pang of jealousy that they looked so happy to see one another again. He was so tired of being looked at with pity or like he was a fragile problem all the time. Jasper ambled in closer to say hi as well, and got a friendly thump from his dad. He kept petting the dogs while Gavin and Jules exchanged some pleasantries, trying not to focus on how happy his dad seemed that she was there. That whole “better half” thing wasn’t much of a stretch for them.
Jules was definitely happy to see Mr. Lucas again and hug him. It had been a while since they spoke, though she did text him from time to time to check in on him, or vice versa. The dogs were still sniffing around her legs and ankles by the time she said goodnight to Mr. Lucas to head to Jasper's bedroom with him. "He looks so much better," she murmured to Jasper, once they had made it to the basement door. "Like... healthier? More color in his face and everything." She could remember a handful of times she had gone to talk to him before and after Jasper disappeared and Mr. Lucas had looked terrible. Constant trauma would do that to a person.
Jasper mumbled a goodnight to his dad as well before he led Jules toward the basement. It had been so weird to start going to sleep before him when he’d started working and had to adjust his schedule. Gavin still worked a lot of evenings and nights, so now their sleep patterns were all off. Everything changed eventually, he supposed. Jasper opened the basement door for Jules and gave her a lopsided little smile. “Yeah ... a good woman’ll do that to you, I guess,” he said, gesturing for her to go ahead. Though, did ‘ladies first’ really apply when it was stairs? Jasper wasn’t sure. Was he supposed to be in front to break her fall if she tripped? There was a railing and everything ... he was probably overthinking it. “He’s way happier than he ever was with my mom, so ... it’s a good thing.”
Jules supposed that was true for a lot of guys. And Charlie hadn't sent Gavin to a hell dimension so that probably worked in her favor too. She was careful going down the stairs, since her brain and body weren't exactly in sync at the moment. But she held onto the railing and somehow made it to the bottom without tripping. Even so, she started laughing like she had, even though she wasn't entirely sure what was so funny. The amusement died off a bit as she got a good look at where Jasper was sleeping. "This isn't so bad," she said, walking over to plop down on his bed so her head would stop spinning. "It's cozy and stuff. No ghosts down here, right?"
The basement wasn’t quite finished, but it was still pretty nice -- he would take it over the biggest mansion Over There, that was for sure. Jasper had some sheets and blankets hung up along the walls in his corner “room” to try and make it more homey and warm, and there was a rug down and real furniture and everything. And the mini bathroom with a shower stall that his dad had installed for him. Or the house in general, really, since Jasper would be leaving in the near future. He felt some weird guilt about it from that angle too, but Amelia could easily move in down here for more privacy when he left, it wasn’t like he was abandoning the whole family. “No ghosts,” Jasper confirmed with a faint chuckle as he went to flop down next to Jules. “Or they’re quiet, at least, if there are. Nothin’s ever woken me up or anything.” Except his own nightmares, but Jasper bit back on adding that. He knew his trauma was kind of a touchy subject between them.
The basement was nicer than Jules expected, in all honesty. She could still remember when Jasper told her he sometimes slept in his car. Now he was living with his dad and his dad's girlfriend in a cozy "room". So much had changed in a year. "Quiet ghosts are good," she mumbled, rolling over to scoot up near the pillows while simultaneously toeing her shoes off. She couldn't remember the last time she fell asleep in his bed and she already loved that it smelled like him. "I'd almost rather be haunted by dead people than the people I see all the time who I fucked over so bad." Jules rested on her stomach and pulled one of Jasper's pillows underneath her head.
Jasper pulled his shirt off and slipped out of his shorts before he got under the blanket and moved in closer to Jules. He slept naked fairly often, even with Elodie coming and going, and nobody had ever disturbed him down there, so he didn’t think anything of it with Jules there. He just wanted to be close to her. Jasper slipped his arm over her lower back and settled his head on a pillow next to her so he could meet her eyes. “Am I one of those people for you?” he murmured, sneaking his fingers up the back of Jules’s shirt so he could touch her skin. He couldn’t be offended if Jules saw him as a noisy ghost, at least sometimes. He often felt like a ghost, so that made sense, and even if he wasn’t verbally noisy, he was sure Jules’s emotions got noisy around him.