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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…

Fleur Friday No. 4 — Sisters

Jeanne’s pace increased as she heard the heavy tread of footsteps behind her. It was the middle of the day, but this was New York and it was clear that she was being followed.

“Excuse me, wait, miss?”

Jeanne turned around, and within minutes of their last encounter, she was again looking Eliza in the eyes. As if the thought, somehow secured that it would happen. There she was looking her sister–who did not know that she was her sister–in the eye.

“I saw you at the cafe, and I felt like I knew you. You look familiar. Do I?” Eliza continued, wide eyed and with a hopeful smile.

Jeanne shrugged, it was a now or never moment. But did she want to blurt out on a SoHo Street that she was her sister? Did she want to bring all of that up, and open Pandora’s box on Crosby Street?

“You are Eliza Morton, right? I am a writer, I’ve covered the art scene. I just had that moment when you think you know someone and you do, but you don’t. We have never spoken before, but I have seen you. My name is Jeanne Bordeaux.” Jeanne extended her hand instinctively.

“Oh! Indeed, I have read your articles, do you want to…” Eliza looked flustered, taking Jeanne’s hand. “I mean I followed you out into the street, I am with my boyfriend having coffee, maybe dinner. Join us? Are you in a rush?”

Jeanne smiled, it could not hurt and maybe it was the most delightful serendipity. She shrugged.

“Sure, why not. I was headed to a gallery for a look at an artist, but there is no rush.”

The two of them walked back to the cafe where Eliza’s boyfriend was sitting. Was that the reason why she and her fiancé had broken up? Maybe her sister was better off than she thought, from seeing her love life in bits and pieces in the newspaper?

“I did know this lady!” Eliza beamed at the man. “She is the writer Jeanne Bordeaux?”

“Oh Ms. Bordeaux, I have heard of you too. Read some of your articles,” He put put his hand for her to shake it.

“Jeanne, call me Jeanne.”

“Jeanne, I am Terrence.”

Jeanne sat on her hands as she eased into the booth beside Eliza to ease their shaking. She was so nervous, she had never been this close to Eliza before, or spoken to her! She was at a loss for what was going to happen between them.

Whatever happened it would be an education, that is for sure on both learning about her sister and learning who she would be in this situation.

Find out more about Jeanne’s education, every Fleur Friday. Follow Eliza’s story here. This week the Wicked Wednesday theme was education which you can read more of here.

Fleur Friday No. 2 — Les Fleurs du Mal

Mal with a naked face, lying on his side looking at her made Jeanne feel fragile. That was why he called her Fleur, a play on Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal.

She was his fleur–his flower.

“Your corpse flower maybe!” she would chide, but this time, she wanted to be fragile to him.

To be his flower.

She left Mal, a long kiss by his door, and ran her tongue over his lips like her tongue was lipstick for their finale.

On the street below, she still felt fragile but now she was alone. She was headed to brunch with her friend Karys. Karys was her closest friend, they talked all the time and had brunch often.

Karys always looked like the night before had been a long one. As a behavioral therapist, Karys had a very rough job at times. She had helped a lot of teenagers, but she had lost some. And on top of it, the reasons why Karys wanted to help others had a lot to do with her own upbringing. She was razor sharp about other people though, and read Jeanne at least like a book.

Karys was at the bar when she got there with a bloody mary. Her greeting kiss which caught Jeanne a little on the lips was spicy, and vodka laced.

“Morning babe,” Karys said, getting up as the hostess intuitively led them to their table.

Jeanne smiled when the same hostess looked between the two of them knowingly. People often thought that there was something between them. There was something, but it was extremely complicated. Jeanne just knew that they were going to be friends for life.

“So Mal is good, because his little Fleur is blooming!” Karys stuck out her tongue at her.

Jeanne stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips.

“Yeah, he is beautiful, it was hard to leave him.”

“You could have invited him.”

Jeanne shook her head. Her relationship with Mal was—complicated—what relationship in her life was not complicated? But Karys and Mal together might be a little too much for her at the moment. She ordered a peach bellini, and surveyed her friend.

“So how was your last night?”

Karys grinned at her knowingly.

“I don’t remember it all chronologically, but it was manageable and I had at least one orgasm so that is a win.”

“I had multiple…” Jeanne grinned, and Karys gave her a high five.

“We have everything you know? Good jobs with just enough edge, and good sex. What more can one want in their life? And no families to tie us down.”

Jeanne smiled down wanly at her peach bellini, as it was placed in front of her. What Karys said was right, but why did she always feel like there was more she wanted? Like her interests should be even more varied? What was she interested in doing next, or interested in starting to do?

Jeanne is my new character, for this new series. She is connected to Eliza and Sabrina, but her story is a standalone—take a look at their stories while you wait for more Jeanne!

Jeanne’s story will always use the latest prompt from Wicked Wednesday…

les fleurs du mal via wikipedia

Fleur Friday No. 1 — Release

Jeanne placed the newspaper next to her in the backseat of the town-car. The driver had left newspapers and magazines in the back, so passengers could read them while he was driving them to their destination. Newspapers reminded her of herself, or her sister since one or the other was in them all the time…and that was not what right now was about.

She wanted a full release right now, she was so wound up and there was only one thing that would unwind her…

When she walked into Mal’s apartment, she wrapped her arms about him. He kissed her, and she did not even care that he was going to leave lipstick all over her.

It turned her on to see his lipstick on her collar—cloth or bone.

When she looked at him, between her legs watered. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, that displayed his body. And then his face was made up, his makeup perfect, although she loved him with less. Like anyone who wore makeup, they usually looked even more beautiful with less. His long hair was slicked back, a bun knotted at the nape of his neck.

In bed, his hair was all over the place, he smelled floral, and his lips tasted like fruit. His androgyny was breathtaking. She tugged at his hair while he was inside her and bit his lips. He bit hers, and she cried out as he gave her the release she so desperately sought.

In the morning, the pale sunlight on Mal’s naked face and his hair spread out made Jeanne feel wild.

He pulled her close, and she kissed him. They kissed for a long time, until she felt she would sink into him.

She first met Mal at an art gallery—several to be exact when she was on the art beat. Where she was near her sister a lot, without talking to her.

But Mal.

Mal was at so many openings, and she saw him in expensive suits but it was him in a t shirt and jeans, with a ponytail that floored her. He seemed more approachable, and he left lipstick on her collar as soon as they met. Kissing her like they were in France, and holding her as close to him as was acceptable to talk about a painting with her.

She was naked with him within the hour, and it was always like that every time after.

He always gave her a sweet release…

Jeanne is my new character, for this new series. She is connected to Eliza and Sabrina, but her story is a standalone—take a look at their stories while you wait for more Jeanne!

Jeanne’s story will always use the prompt from Wicked Wednesday…

red lips via wikipedia