𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐯. 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

WARNING: OVERLY FLUFF FILLED

    The two maniac teenagers jump in the slowly moving van that soon speeds up. They laugh up a fit until Barbra saw Jerome's crimson colored face, the worst being his nose. She pities him by smiling sadly. She caresses his cheek, leans in, and licks off a patch of the dry red blood from his chin.

Jerome rolls his eyes knowing what she's thinking. He smiles finding it funny. He then kisses her nose leaving some of the cerise blood behind. Barbra smiles widely, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck best she could. She nuzzles her head between his shoulder and neck and snuggles him close messing with his ginger hair. Jerome gives in and wraps his arms around her waist. He feels a smile on her lips, he gladly lies his head on hers. The two rest although the house wasn't too far away.

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    When the car came to a halt, Bab's looks back at the two bodies in the back. Her red lips form a smile when seeing that her niece was atop the ginger, them both holding one another protectively. She sighs deeply and goes to open the back door. She crawls in on her knees and kisses her "child's" head getting her to wake up.

Barbra groans and peeks open an eye. Her aunt smiles and kisses her head again.
    "It's been a long day, why don't you two go get cleaned up and get a good nights rest?" The older blonde suggests. Barbra nods and closes her eye again. Bab's removes herself from the van leaving the door open.

Barbra rests her chin on Jerome's chest and admires him from the angle she's kept in. She grazes the side of his face and moves that one little strand of ginger hair that always fell. She removes his left arm from its position carefully, next she sits up on his hips, and lastly she bends down and kisses the sensitive skin on his neck.

Jerome heaves in a groan of air and slowly opens his blue eyes to stare up at Barbra. He savors the moment with a smile and a rub of his hand on her side. Barbra bites her lip, grabs the sides of his face, and kisses his dry, plump, covered in blood, lips. He sits up and she slides into his lap with a toothy grin.

    "You wanna head on inside and take a bath?" Jerome asks, his expression full of rasp causing a few of the words to be lower than others.
    "I'd love nothing more, J." The blonde replies. The two exit the van. Jerome closes the door, looks at Barbra with a smile, grabs her by the waist, and throws her over his shoulder. She yelps out then laughs.

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    Barbra tears open the shower curtain reviling the clawfoot tub. She kneels down at its side and adjusts the knobs and temperature before plugging it. The flame haired boy finishes lighting a few candles then stands in the doorway watching the wavy haired blonde steadily like she's his next piece of prey. When seeing him, she smiles and walks over and begins to unbutton his blue shirt. He does the same with hers.

The two find nothing of it, no feeling, when undressing one another. Only respect. The blonde scurries over to the tub first with Jerome following close behind. Barbra grins widely and submerges down into the warm, bubbly water. She giggles when feeling the bubbles pop and fizz against her dirty face.

Barbra stares up at the ceiling and smiles happily, the day was over and everything went according to plan.
    "What are you so happy about, Barb?" Jerome asks.
    She looks at him with a bite of her lip. "Oh nothing. Just feelin' all right, y'know?" She replies. He smiles at her sudden change in personality.

Seconds later, Barbra's caught off guard when Jerome teases her entrance with the tip of his toe. She looks up from watching her hands pop the bath bubbles, and glares at the mischievous blue eyed boy.
    "I'm not in the mood," she says, though she wasn't complaining.
    "You were last night," he replies with a devious smile, his arms sitting on the lip of the tub on both sides.
    "That was because I was bored and wanted you to play with me."
    "Were you now? Or was it because you couldn't resist my charm and authority? I am the boss."

    Barbra creeps closer to him with a smile dancing on her lips. "You are indeed, Mr. Valeska," she pauses to inhale a shuttering breath when feeling his hand on her breast.
    "God the things you do to me." Jerome smirks enjoying the pleasure he filled her with. Barbra collapses and leans into the boy tugging at the roots of his hair while leaving kisses down his neck to his collar bone.

Barbra pulls away and surrenders to her side of the tub with a laugh.
    "Oh, c'mon! We were just getting started, doll!" Jerome says full of frustration.
    "Oh, but I gotta clean that bloody face of yours, love." The blonde replies sarcastically.

Barbra grabs a clean white rag off the toilet and dips it in the water. She sits up and nears Jerome again. She tugs on his chin lightly and wipes away the blood that remains on the bridge of his nose, cheeks, and in the crevices of his lips.

The water between Jerome's hands and Barbra's hips disappears because of the needy red head. The blonde purses her lips, one of the corners tugging into a small smile. Jerome stares at the flawless features on her face. He loves her determination toward the messy situation. He smiles softly, Barbra notices and she stops.

    "What?" Barbra asks staring him in the eyes.
    "You're beautiful. Am I not allowed to fall deeper in love with you with my staring eyes?" asks Jerome widening his eyes when saying the word 'staring.' Barbra smiles, drops her head, and shakes it.

    "You're so determined, y'know?" Jerome comments.
    The blonde looks back up at him, tears in her crystal eyes. "Why'd you choose me, J?" Barbra breaths. Her cheeks turn red of embarrassment. "I know you don't love me, how could you?" The carbon dioxide that escapes her nose sputters.

Barbra pushes herself away from the maniac and stays on her side of the tub, her legs pressed against her chest. She dries her tears. Jerome just stares at her, full of shock. He knows what she said is true, it's impossible for a person like him to love another human being.

    "Baby, what you say is true," he says gently. "But you make me crazy... crazy 'bout you, Lincoln. People say love makes you do crazy things." He pauses, he has no explanation or plan for how things between them will go. He's ahead of everyone and everything else but her. With her he savors every moment. Barbra nods letting him know she understood. Understood that being with him she will have to give him time to think about other things, to stay one step further than anyone.

    "Then why'd you choose me," she demands to know.
    "Because I love you! Is that what you wanna hear, Angel Face," he shouts throwing his arms up in defense.
    "Really, Valeska?"
    "Really, Lincoln."
Barbra swims back over to him. She put her hands on his knees that peek out from the bath water, leans in, and presses her bitten lips against his.

Jerome bit her bottom lip begging for entrance, which she gladly gives him. They battle for dominance, eventually hers gets tired meaning he's won. He explores the inside of her mouth while she ran her wet fingers through his dark hair. They separate just so Jerome could connect his lips to her jaw, neck, and collar bones.

    "I wanna go to bed, J." whimpers Barbra into his red tipped ears.
    "But I like seein' you like this, doll," replies Jerome taking his lips off her.
    "But I'm so tired, JJ." She extends the words 'so tired.' Jerome sighs looking into her drowsy blue orbs. Barbra's eyes drop close for a second so she could yawn.
    "Well alright, I guess we can go to bed."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
    i wish you all a wonderful day/evening.