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Presto

Jeanne had not been to one of Mal’s openings since they were no longer a thing, but she was invited to by him and Karys and had to go to the latest to write it up for her latest article.

She had been his muse, but now Karys was his muse. With his long hair up in a bun, and a retro suit Mal stood next to Karys who was done up like the Lady of Sorrows. Her look was reminiscent of retro Dolce and Gabbana from a few years ago, and Mal to complement her had tears painted on his face very retro sixties. Karys had an anatomically correct heart on her t-shirt with seven arrows representing the seven sorrows of Mary, and a long-flowing skirt that was black but red in the creases and looked like she was bleeding as she walked. Mal held her hand tightly, and people kept coming up to them for photographs.

Karys pressed her face to Mal’s shoulder, when too many people surrounded them. It was the biggest opening he had ever had as far as Jeanne could remember, and it would be the most memorable to her.

Jeanne was taking a glass of wine from one of the servers, when Karys and Mal appeared as if presto before her. She smiled, and raised her glass to them.

“This is your best show ever Mal,” she said and leaned in to kiss his cheek. They looked at each other for a long moment, before she kissed Karys. “I think it is you that is making all of the difference as his muse, you made this show so filled with love.”
She exchanged a long look with Karys as well, and took her hand and squeezed it.

Holding her friend’s hand made it all the more surreal, this situation…seeing her ex and her best friend that she considered her sister together was weird. She spent a lot of time with her actual sister now talking about all of this, and that was weird enough because she was dating her sister’s ex.

Jeanne sighed.

“Do you want to have drinks with us after?” They asked in unison.

After continued to be surreal, sitting with them and the skirt that Karys wore still looking she was bleeding every time she crossed her long legs. The love between then was so evident, and Jeanne felt forlorn. Terrence was on another business trip, and she had reached the point where she started to wonder if there was something else going on why he was always away? Was he seeing someone else, did he not want to be with her? Was everything going too quickly, and he wanted to be away from her?

Karys had a huge smile on her face, and looked just above her. Jeanne turned around, and there was Terrence.

He was panting softly, and a little breathless.

Jeanne stood up, and practically adhesived herself to him, as she looked up into his eyes.

“I just came from the opening, and they told me that you would most likely be here,” he said. “I was going to surprise you, and then the surprise was on me because you were not at my place! But I found you—surprise!”

He pressed himself to her, and kissed her so hard he took her breath away until she panted like he had.

Jeanne pressed her hand to his chest, and no longer felt like the Lady of Sorrows…

Warmth

Jeanne arrived home exhausted. Her apartment felt soothing, as soon as she saw all of her vintage movie prints. Terrence had liked those when he first was in her place. When they first realized there was something more to them than just being there for her sister–for Eliza right after her accident.

She spent a lot of time between both of their places now because they had not moved in with each other yet. Jeanne was not sure that she wanted to, even though she was pretty sure Terrence would ask her soon enough. He wanted to take care of her–he was already.

Jeanne threw her things down and picked up her phone to text him that she was home. Still walking around with her phone waiting for his text back, she put a kettle on with hot water so she could have tea to soothe her before bed. She would spent the better part of the next day writing.

His text was almost instant, and he texted her the print she was looking at. The Carole Lombard one.

Along with the hot tea was a hot bath. The warmth of the rose fragrant water was a compensation for Terrence, so she had to keep adding warm water as she lingered in the bath.

From the mirror in the bathroom was a reflection of the poster of Carole Lombard getting a kiss on her shoulder, and Jeanne became lachrymose. What if something happened to Terrence on his flight back? What if she never saw him again? Carole Lombard had died in a plane crash on her way to see her husband Clark Gable after a big fight. She and Terrence had not fought, but nothing could be taken for granted. She missed him so much it was unbearable. Jeanne felt his lips on her and she remembered being in the dark on the road moments ago and him being there for her as much as he could be from faraway.

Why did love have to be so faraway? Why couldn’t they be together now?

Full tears from frustration streamed down her face, as Jeanne added more hot water to the tub.

She needed warmth.

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Up Close and Personal

Jeanne started to miss Terrence more and more. Her love for him was solid, but he was away a lot. She did not mind if he was away as long as they communicated with each other frequently. Not all of the time she knew he had a job to do, and did not have time to play with her as much as she might want him to…but she loved the time he could afford her to say hey babe.

She loved when he Face Timed her, or when he sexted her saucily in the middle of the day.

Sometimes if she was working at home on an article she would send him a sexy pic, something to get him going but nothing as good as the real thing—she saved that for when he was with her. But when he was away more and more, she started to be more randy with her teasing.

The curated porn that she watched on Ogler really got to her, because it was exactly what she wanted from Terrence. At night was the hardest because she would really miss him in bed with her, and wanted him so much she could feel his body even if he was not physically with her.

He missed her the same way. They fell asleep Skyping, and she woke up and saw him asleep on the screen. It was such a closeup of him that she saw pores she had not memorized, and when he woke up he saw her. Seeing their faces so close was like porn, until they decided to push the limits of even that. She pushed the strap of her camisole down and he wanted to see more. Even though he was on a screen she felt so vulnerable because she had his full regard. He looked at her hungrily, like he had never seen what she was revealing to him. She wanted to see more of him too.

“I want to see your legs,” she said, and it felt brazen because they had been looking at each other so close up from only the chest up. But he sat up, and drew his legs close to his chest.

Her hand which was already between her legs, clutched herself even more. She did not play with herself, but seeing his legs was so intense visually that she clutched herself where she throbbed.

She was so hungry for him.

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Rhythm

Jeanne stared at the painting across the table from her in the restaurant. The rhythm of the woman in the painting made her want to get up and dance, she was so excited to be at the table, because…

Terrence walked over to her with his suitcase on wheels. She leaped up like the woman in the painting, and wrapped her arms about him. He was equally graceful as he let go of his luggage, and wrapped his arms about her. His lips fell warm and soft against her neck, and made her tingle from head to toe.

She had missed him so much, and distracted herself with everything under the sun so she would not fall apart. It literally made her ache the more time she spent without him, and she counted the days and hours until they would be reunited. His body against hers now felt like heaven must.

Jeanne kissed both of his cheeks, and held his face in her hands while he held her hips. They swayed like their own dance for eternity, the spotlights from the restaurant shining down on them.

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rhythm via Mischa Eliot

Hello

The way that Mal pulled his long hair up, and looked at her Jeanne with an unmade face went through her entire body. His skin glowing but stark, let her know they were not what they used to be to each other. It was hard even though she knew it, she knew it but it was hard to look at him.

To know he was with Karys.

Jeanne remembered talking to Karys about him at Saturday and Sunday boozy brunches. Karys was not sure how she felt about him, but she talked to her about him and let Jeanne talk about him as much as she wanted to. When Mal gave Jeanne her necklace—her Fleur necklace—Jeanne had caressed it and turned it between her fingers nonstop, until she was afraid the gold would melt.

“Jeanne,” Mal said finally, and it was jarring because he had never really called her anything but Fleur. She remembered him drawing a black suds rose on her nipple in the shower. He had black soap in the bathtub, and the water had been gray when it washed off of them. “Jeanne.”

“It’s okay,” she said, wanting to touch his forearm but afraid to because she was not sure that she had the right to touch him anymore. “It’s okay.”

Jeanne wore her Fleur necklace. She watched as Mal reached for it, and turned the gold word slightly with his fingers. She could hear Adele’s song in her head, “Hello” and realized it was not too late for her to to say she was sorry even though they were torn apart. If she had called him, he would have picked up the phone because they still mattered…a little.

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Parallel II

Jeanne knew that she had no right to feel the way that she did, but she did.

When Karys told her that she was deeply in love with Mal, she knew that she had no right to be jealous about it. She was gracious with her friend of course. Told her it was not a problem, that she had had the same experience with Terrence who she was with now when she had had to tell her sister about the two of them.

She and Eliza had all but come to blows about it, what happened between them was so awful but they made up. It was Eliza that she had confided in as soon as she left the restaurant with Karys, because who else was she going to tell?

And then Eliza told her of an even more harrowing situation that she had encountered, and she was sitting with her now in her apartment. Eliza looked rather sedate for a woman who had been harassed by her husband’s ex, had a gun pulled on her and then managed to turn the tables.

“Are you okay?” Jeanne asked again, holding her sister close to her.

Eliza was silent, but she nodded. With the PTSD that she already had, it truly frightened Jeanne to think what this was doing to her.

“Are you okay?”

Jeanne swallowed.

“I am fine—you—”

“Jeanne,” Eliza began. “I would just love the distraction.”

Jeanne nodded to herself, knowing Eliza could not see her.

“I just, I know I have no right to be upset, but it just feels like they never even thought about me. Was that what you felt with Terrence and me?”

“It was different because you are my sister…”

“Karys has been like a sister to me as well. Before you.”

“I do not think that they did this to hurt you.”

“I know, but it is so jarring to me. And the way Karys told me…was even more unsetting. She seemed so guilty.”

“Did you talk yo Mal?”

No,” Jeanne said, fingering her necklace that he had given her that said Fleur. “No, if he wanted to talk to me. If he wants to talk to me he can come to me you know?” Jeanne held Eliza closer to her. “I know you want the distraction, but I am so glad that you are here with me.”

Jeanne kissed her sister’s cheek, and tasted a tear on her tongue.

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the scream via wikipedia

Back to Life

Karys thought she was safe when she went to the bathroom, but as soon as she was there…she felt Mal’s hand on her shoulder. She already knew that he felt like, and she had only been with him the one time.

But the one time between them had been so intense. So amazing that Karys could not look him in the eye because he would know that she felt something and she should not feel anything for him. It was not okay, this was not supposed to happen.

They were not supposed to happen.

But he turned her around, and she looked up at him with the eyes that she knew he could easily decipher as her desire. He leaned down and kissed her, as she wrapped her arms about him hungrily. She wanted him, she wanted more of what she had had with him and clearly he wanted more of what they had had as he slipped her into the single-person bathroom.

The tiny room was filled with mirrors, so she could see every angle of them.

He pressed her to the door, and kissed her neck.

“We can’t,” she said as he slipped his hand under her dress and found that they would be more than able to because she could feel how slick and wet she was before she heard the faint clicking of her wetness as he moved his finger in and out of her.

“We need to, I need to…” His breath was heavy and ragged. “I want you.”

With his last sentiment, she felt the explosion inside her.

She needed it, she wanted him too.

Karys let him sit her on top of the sink, and she ignored the dampness under her bare bottom when he did. Her eyes were fixed on him, as he unzipped his pants and she saw his already familiar erection slip out. He slipped into her with ease, as she wrapped her arms and legs about him. She felt the warmth of his breath, as he groaned when she kissed his neck.

Karys came in such a rush, she lost her breath before he kissed her breath back.

Like he was bringing her back to life.

Wasn’t he?

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Pizza/Sex

Karys collapsed into Chlo’s embrace. Even though it was a ritzy restaurant, where Chlo had to come collect her at the door, she was able to do that there.

Fall apart.

And she was thankful for it.

Chlo released her, and handed her a straight vodka. Not one with orange or tomato juice like the other well-dressed diners were having. Karys sipped gratefully, her hands shaking.

“So you left him there?” Chlo said to her, picking up her own Bloody Mary mirroring her grateful sipping.

Karys nodded.

She had left him there, it almost felt like she had killed him—hadn’t she in a way? Hadn’t she killed him and herself?

The way that she came across him was an accident, she swore to herself inside her head as if she was trying to convince someone else—a certain someone else. They were both standing at Jeanne’s door, hoping to see her. But instead, all they saw a few blocks away were signs that read Sex/Pizza—which they did in reverse.

Karys was used to casual sex, but what happened between them was not casual. It was tender and meaningful. Something that when they were lying beside each other after and she curled into him, and he pulled her closer it was addictive. The beautiful long hair he had that Jeanne told her about, all about them.

Mal looked at her with a soft smile.

“You know, I have not seen Jeanne for a long time, this was an act of desperation. Like if I cornered her and forced her to see me…”

Karys pressed her face to the side of his breast. His scent drove her crazy. Even with the scent of sex hanging in the air there was something sweet and innocent about his scent. About the way he held her. Something she had not had for such a long time that she forgot what it was like.

But she did not know if Jeanne was done with Mal, he was hers first and she should not have been with him. The morning after Karys left him, barely putting herself together. She just could not deal with what she had done.

To Jeanne.

She looked up miserably from Chlo’s breast, and entering the dining room, his long hair pulled back, in a crisp white shirt with dress pants and suspenders…was Mal.

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Flash and Fleur Friday No. 29 –Tulle

Jeanne stood on the terrace looking at the New York skyline. They were so high up, they could look into the other boroughs. She stood there with a cocktail holding Eliza’s hand.
“Thanks for inviting me and Terrence,” she said to her sister.
Eliza squeezed her hand as a way of a response.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe who smiled and held up his phone.
“Is it okay if I use the image for Instagram?”  Eliza turned and looked at her husband and smiled broadly, before she looked at Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded.
“Thank you, you are the prettiest ladies here so I had to take a picture!”
He walked over to the two of them, his arm instantly going about Eliza’a waist. He thrust his phone at both of them. The picture only showed their silhouettes framed by the skyline and their held hands. The caption read:
rafehughes The loveliest two women here tonight, one happens to be my wife @elizamort—the loveliest woman of all!
Jeanne felt a tear come to her eye, as she gave Rafe back his phone and picked up hers to reply. She thrust her phone into his hands.
Rafe smiled, and showed the phone to Eliza who smiled back at him.
Jeanne had replied:
jeannembordeau You are the loveliest couple I know!!! <3
Terrence walked over to them, and Jeanne immediately pressed herself to him.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed against the shell of her ear.
Jeanne looked up at him on tiptoes, and he cradled her tulle covered backside in his hands. His body warm against hers, Jeanne wanted to be alone with him, but she knew they would have to wait.
It was much later in the back of the car home, Terrence’s hand burning between her legs like his cock would in moments, that she saw the picture of their tulle-filled embrace not on Rafe’s Instagram but under the hashtag for the party.

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Fleur Friday No. 28 — Rosy

Jeanne picked up roses for her apartment, on the way to dinner with Karys. She was mildly tipsy because she has been drinking wine for so long with her sister, but she was happy that that had happened.

Karys stood up to kiss her, and they both sat down.

“So?” she asked, and took a sip of her wine. “How did things go with Eliza?”
“Fine,” Jeanne answered. “We drank a lot of wine, and we talked and everything was fine. We are supposed to have brunch in a few weeks. She is going to Paris with her new husband.”
“I know, I read it in the daily news.”

Jeanne smiled, Karys did not know who her sister was until she had told her but she followed her the same way that she had before they were even knew they were sisters. Eliza and Rafe were not in the news all of the time, but they were there enough that they seemed like celebrities.

“I saw it in the paper too, but Eliza told me the details today while we were together.”

“Like a sister.”

“I guess she will take my place, you will go to all of her events and be with her and get caught up in her life and I won’t see you anymore. Last supper?”

“Not a chance, not even if you wanted it!”

Karys was not her closest thing to a sister anymore, but she was her best friend without a doubt. They had been best friends forever, even including a brief period when they were exploring their sexuality and tried each other on for size. They realized that was not who they were. They were just the best of friends and would always be. Their level of intimacy did not need to include anything more than that.

“Good!”

“You should meet Eliza, we all have to plan something. We have to start mixing worlds, and I told her all about you and Sabrina. So we will all meet. I am supposed to meet her friends too. I already know her husband so…”

“Sure it will be nice to meet her.”

Nodding, Jeanne wondered what it would be like to merge their worlds. What it was going to be like to expand their worlds?

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roses via wikipedia