Jeanne was in a daze between the wine, and the incredulity of the fact that her father was dead. The father she never met was dead, and it was a startling revelation. She hoped she covered up nicely enough, when Eliza took her hand and asked if she was okay. When she left Eliza and Terrence for a car home, and arrived there she felt numb during her shower.
She went right to sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she had a need for release. Much like she had had the other time she went to Mal’s apartment. But she was too lazy to go to his place, so she rolled around in her bed. She was startled when she heard her buzzer, and she pulled the eye mask she wore to sleep up over her head. She was naked because she did not believe in anything but her and the sheets in bed, as she walked to the door.
“Hello?” Her voice was groggy—froggy really—and her incidental French accent was thicker than usual.
“Fleur?”
Jeanne buzzed Mal up, she did not get dressed and she did not remove her mask from over her head. She opened the door, and the sight of him in a t-shirt and jeans, and his long hair twisted up left her speechless.
“I need you,” he said, and wrapped his arms about her body.
She needed him too, she needed him and things that she could not name or did not even know. She stood on her bare tiptoes, and kissed him. He pulled her into him running his hands over her body, with the intimate knowledge he had acquired from being with her. He knew that caressing her ribcage made her chuckle, but prolonged it made her groan. His pressed his hand on her hip, and kissed her neck and shoulders.
“I want to leave marks on you,” he said, after a long kiss on the round of her shoulder.
Jeanne nodded, and took his hair out of its twist.
“You can do whatever you want to me…”
Driven by lust, they moved together and Mal placed her eye mask back over her eyes. Jeanne felt a lascivious thrill, with the loss of her sight. Her heart raced, and Mal kissed and licked there. Then the racing of her heart pounded between her legs. He pulled her leg up, and she wrapped them around his body, which meant she had to trust him so she would not fall.
He did not let her fall…
Jeanne is burying her grief is lust with Mal this week, Eliza was thinking of Jeanne as she fulfilled her own lust. And Sabrina well, she experienced lust as usual. Follow all of my ladies for their sometimes interconnected stories.
More Wicked Wednesday here, where the theme was lust. More Friday Flash here. And yes, it is Friday Flash and Fleur Friday!!!
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