In a lingerie

In a lingerie


JESSICA'S POV 

After Andre's kidnap, all that occurred with me felt like they were a kind of joke, but if there was anything, I wanted this joke to happen real bad. 

But what happens if it turns out to be reality itself? Oh well, this was. It had to be.I never thought that someone who always put a frown and stern expression on his face could have a wide smile tug at his lips and so, I stared into blank space as both brothers got along. 

“you were really going to kill yourself for David.”  that voice pulled me off the string of thoughts that I had not known I was holding onto. I shifted, raising my head to meet his gaze. It never occurred to me as a question nor compliment, there was no sure way to classify it unless that, whatever he said was real with the certainty that rested on his eyebrows.

“not so.” I let out a chuckle as if I was scared, oh well, nervous. I could feel sweat break on my forehead. 

“You don't have to be scared.“ His gaze softened all of a sudden and I got another glimpse of smiles at the side of his lips. 

Unconsciously, I smiled too. 

“I admired that.“ He smacked his lips. 

“I did at the moment. That was why I left you to keep playing until you shot me.“ He broke his words and guilt panged me in the chest. 

“They still hurt.“ He muttered as he turned his face the other way. 

“I…” I tried to speak but I was caught in between what to say and what I had to say to justify a mistake. All I did was blink my eyes repeatedly as I just watched on. 

“Haha!“ He let out a chuckle. 

At first, I jumped — scared. 

“Sorry..“ he said amidst laughter and I stared at him confused. 

“It's fine.“ He clicked his tongue as he fixed his gaze on mine and to David who stood at the other end of the penthouse cooking up some meat. 

“It was so brave, just what if you died?“ He said hands akimbo, demanding to know as he furrowed his brows and that there, made me burst into a rail of loud laughter. 

Our gist went on and on and all that went on that quiet evening was just laughter in the cold night. 

David would constantly stare at us and join in the laughter. For days, the play went on. Just us three, enjoying the serenity, peace and quiet the everyday atmosphere brought us. 

Even on cold nights, there were us watching shows on so very loud volumes and despite the cold biting into our skins, we bonded like family. 

And that alone made me feel on top of the word. At every single laughter they made, I chuckled and giggled like a two year old kid that blushed at the sight of his parents kissing. However, this was no such thing. It was family. 

Family rebounding. Family making and building up. 

I smiled to myself, I had brought us here. Both I and David. Fate this time was a little soft on us. 

“Thank you fate.“ I said accompanying my statement with a playful chuckle. 

Now, or at least for a while, I decided to believe — we were away from war and into peace. If only it could go a long way but you know fate! 

A little bit of calm and then the storm rages at you.

But irrespective, I was going to ride on. Free and safe! 

I smiled, clicked my tongue to my teeth as I seductively raised my already revealing lingerie with my fingers and then up; up until my black underwear had shown. I pulled it off, slowly with my tongues stuck out. I knew exactly just what I was doing. 

David. He stared at me. Maybe surprised at my moves, but I didn't care, all I did at this moment was to want me in his arms and him inside of me. 

I grazed my tongues with my finger as I licked it savoring the sudden yet strange sweetness it brought me. 

And up, I raised it again as I placed a foot to the front and the other resting so well on the cold floor but this time, David was already behind me. I closed my eyes in sensation as I let his fingers trail my shoulders, my neck, arm and then as if claiming control, he pulled my lingerie up with just a tip of his finger — not violently but fast enough to let me know of his possession. 

I let out a moan as per the act. I liked my man this way. Possessive and claiming ownership, he had just been always my type. 

I did not wriggle at his touch, it was nothing new. We always had foul plays but not this night. I wanted him to make me hit climax. I wanted him to savor all of me while I did same. I wanted just him to make me hit climax. 

And so I whined at his touch, I felt as my waist drew in that rhythm. I had lost my senses in that slow motion especially once he wrapped his arms around my waist and with a burning passion that required no warning, his grip tightened as he pulled me onto him. Now, he was just there, his man hood shot out right in front of me. I gasped not scared but just wondering how this would drive me crazy than I already was. 

With a sudden strength, I was off the floor, scooped by David and onto his eyes — my gaze was glued on him. His face and then his unclothed body. His revealing chest made me feel wet down there as I already felt the liquid already dripping down me. 

The room quietly carried the strength of our unspoken words and tonight's burning desires. The way he let his tongue click with his teeth sent me jolting in rare happiness and just the way he couldn't resist me, I was already dragging him on top of me as I stared at his bulging part. 

It wanted me and I did too but once I felt it drive into me, I stiffened as the images with Andre played in. 

I shook it off, forcing myself to let in the play and not discourage David even when he felt it but once his fingers crossed my collarbone, my body went rigid. 

Pretense was not the option. All I wanted was some good night, not one that flew with images that scared even me myself. I wriggled out of his grip and pulled the bedsheet to my chest as I couldn't stop my body shivering. I just would not let him touch me as that night still played fresh. 

Raped. Used. Sexed against permission and assaulted. 

I stared into space as David crawled off the space, the silence stretching between us as he walked off to the window. 

I fixed my gaze to his bare back once he stood by the window, hands pocketed as he stared out to the city that played ahead. 

My shoulders dropped. Guilt panged me. I let him in the moment and had to ruin it just because of some stupid image flashes. 

But what now? It happened and I couldn't stop it. 

What more was left to do?