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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

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Sacrificing Crimson

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Azuriyuu said:
Bartiel let out a soft sigh and an almost whimpering sound as his cock was pulled from her lips. Normally he would have shiverred, but the hot humid air of the shower kept him from shuddering as he gazed down at her, watching her lick her lips lustfully before he felt her work her tounge on the sac of his balls, murmurring softly before he felt her slip them into her mouth.

The young man shuddered as his hands on her hair gripped her hair a bit harder as he felt her flicking her tounge on the skin of his sac. His eyes kept their focus on her for the most part, although they began to lose their focus as he murmurred, feeling his breath begin to hitch slightly as his chest rose and fell just a little bit more quickly as she pumped his cock, eyes closing for a moment.

As he felt her licking up his pre-cum, he felt his excitement grow as the bulge found itself in her mouth once more, feeling the muscle pulse in agreement before he felt her push her mouth as far onto her as she could, groaning as his back arched, his closed eyes openning again and looking at her. The feeling caught him by surprise as his hands on her hair pulled her down onto his cock just a little further, lookign down at her as he panted a little. His balls were getting just a little bit tighter and his cock was throbbing much harder.

"If you keep going I'll cum," he warned her, but he didn't stop, instead pulling back on her hair before pushing her forward very lightly, guiding her head unconciously as his hips swayed just a little bit, moving inward and outward, the motions of sex beginning to come out.
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Sacrificing Crimson said:
His fingers tightening in her hair pushed a soft moan from Jasmine's lips and she shivered, a small sound escaping from the depths of her chest as she worked her head down a bit further with his encouraging push. Eyes rolled up the small girl watched his face, enjoying each little reaction, dying to hear more. Moaning softly herself as he used her hair to pull her up and down his length Jasmine swallowed around his shaft. Timing her small breathes easily around his short, guided thrusts the small girl finally lost her patience with his carefulness.

Pulling her head up further she forced her head down, bobbing hard and fast as she felt her throat tighten, contracting spastically as she remembered to breathe and swallow around the long shaft down her throat. Free hand moving to his sac she rolled his balls between her fingers, bouncing the small organs on her palm before she gave a gentle squeeze and slammed her head down again.

As she continued low moans pushed from Jasmine's chest as she panted around Bartiel's length, eyes closed as her face melted into a mask of concentration and pleasure. Reveling in the feel of his entire length disappearing into her mouth and down her throat Jasmine surrendered herself to the sensation, enjoying each little sound that managed to escape, even those that never made it past her lips, instead vibrating along his length as she sheathed him in her throat.
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Azuriyuu said:
Bartiel looked down at her as she moaned all over his cock, feeling her swallowing, the tightness making his muscles just throb tighter and tighter. His panting grew deeper as his eyes focused on her before he saw her begin to bob quickly all of a sudden, groaning and grabbing her hair tighter. Soon he was pulling and pushing hard on her hair in time with her bobbing, yanking her back with his strength as she pulled back and then impaling her head on his cock as she pushed forward, his toes curling in the shower as he felt her hands lightly rolling his balls, biting down on his lower lip.

Feeling his balls begin to tighten, Bartiel began to pull back harder so that her mouth was barely still on his cock then force her all the way into taking his cock to the hilt, enjoying the feeling of his cock not only pressing against the back of her throat, but hitting. He was confident she didn't have much of a gag reflex, and he took advantage of that, his eyes focusing on her as he felt the pleasure run up his spine, causing a shudder to run through his body as he felt himself coming even closer to orgasm.
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Moans growing louder as his hold on her hair grew harsher Jasmine panted and mewed, swallowing almost convulsively so she could work her head down on his cock further. Crying out as he suddenly took more control and began slamming her head down the girl closed her eyes tightly and did her best to allow her throat to relax, though her muscles continued to tighten and spasm around his length. Teeth just grazing his shaft she increased the pressure on his balls just a bit, the hand wrapped around his shaft squeezing tightly each time her head pushed down.

Sealing her lips round his shaft she let him pull her up and down fast and hard, his shaft nearly popping from her lips, cheeks hollowing out with the suction each time she was pulled up. Tongue writhing along the underside of his haft Jasmine focused her attention on breathing through her nose. His confidence that she had little to no gag reflex was based on fact and Jasmine had never enjoyed the fact more. Sure, she'd submitted to giving a few boys oral, but it was something she saved for those she liked the best, and it had been a very long time since she'd actually found someone with whom she could actually enjoy the experience. Bartiel was absolutely perfect, not only did he enjoy her ministrations but the small girl loved the fact she could make the elder teen moan and groan for her, his ever sound urging her on more than almost anything.
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The redhead almost panted out as she spasmed her throat's muscles around his length, closing his eyes as he tried to look at her. Feeling her focus on him and the breath from her nose lightly blowing against his upper pubic area, he understood how into the event that Jasmine was. His cock felt like it hardened even more in her mouth as the muscles pulsed and throbbed, feeling his balls tightening. “Jasmi-” he didn't have time to finish calling out her name before he came.

He pulled hard on her head as he came, feeling himself shooting his cum straight down her throat as the muscles throbbed and pulsed, his breath deepening as his eyes closed, his voice going quiet before a low, lustful moan escaped his throat as he finished cumming, a sixth or seventh rope of his cum shooting down her throat before he let the pressure go, gazing down at her with a sated look on his face, smiling. The water was somehow still hot, and his body glistened in the water of the shower as his knees weakened and wobbled. No longer feeling the need to, he slowly dropped to his knees, a soft smile on his lips as he leaned forward to gently press his lips to Jasmine's, a soft murmur on his voice.
 
Feeling him swell further in her mouth Jasmine pulled her attention back, looking up at Bartiel's face as she felt his length spasm, the first shot of hot cum sliding down her throat. Since he was already so far down the seed wasn't thick, and, though she didn't need to, Jasmine couldn't resist the urge to swallow, enjoying the way his length twitched in her throat as her muscles tightened. Easily swallowing the rest of his load the small girl pulled her mouth from Bartiel's body with a soft sigh, licking her lips as she watched him slide down to sit on the shower floor with slightly shaky legs.

Smiling and purring softly she returned the kiss softly, licking a small drop of water from his cheek with a small giggle before she turned off the shower. Suddenly surrounded by silence the small girl set her forehead against her older boyfriend, still smiling before she kissed the tip of his nose. Standing slowly she was careful to keep from pulling any already sore muscles, her body protesting being in one place for too long even with the hot water to help relax her. "Well I enjoyed a nice, relaxing shower, what about you," the girl asked with a grin, reaching out of the shower to grab a towel for herself. Wrapped up tight in the warm, fluffy towel she stepped out of the shower, not at all surprised to find that their shower had been hot enough, and long enough, to heat the air in the bathroom so there wasn't a cold draft of air to meet wet flesh.
 
Bartiel murmurred as he felt her lay her forehead against his, opening his eyes weakly and giving her the softest of grins for a moment before he watched her stand, smiling as she stood up. The redhead pressed his hand to the bottom of the tub and stood, smiling as she said that she'd enjoyed the shower. “So did I. It was very relaxing,” he commented playfully before he turned the water off, grabbing a similar towel and using it to dry his hair. He dried his hair for a bit before using another towel to dry his body off lightly, though the humid air of the shower wouldn't get him too dry. Still drying himself, not bothering to cover up, he simply opened the bathroom door lightly. “Vision, I'm indecent!” he called out, to which his brother casually responded “You never are!” as Bartiel headed into his room, waving for Jasmine to come along. He expected her to cover herself with a towel, since Vision wasn't used to seeing her running around naked, but since he was in the living room on his laptop spamming their Papa's inbox to hurry up and come over, it wasn't as if he was looking anyways.

In his room, Bartiel got dressed, slipping into a pair of good slacks and a good T-shirt with a red button-up shirt on top. Getting dressed, the redhead paused a bit as he grabbed some hairties. While his hair was usually loose or in a ponytail, he always braided it for seeing his mother. Normally he got Vision to do it, but since he and Jasmine were now officially lovers... “Jasmine, would you like to put my hair in a braid for my parents' visit?” he offered her to do his brother's typical duty, giving her a soft smile. Vision didn't really like doing it anyways and wasn't that good; it always was a really loose braid that barely managed not to come undone.
 
Jasmine watched Bartiel, smiling as she followed him out of the bathroom. Since Vision was in the other room Jasmine had wrapped herself in one of towels, another smaller towel wrapped round her head for her hair. Once inside his room, however, Jasmine let the towel around her body drop, humming as she leaned forward to unwind the towel from round her head. Draping the towel over her head again and twisting one last time to ring the last of the water out Jasmine stood, happy that her hair dried fast. Already the dark locks began to pull up into a wavy mass, curling to frame her small, pale body.

Making certain she was completely dry before stepping into her clothes Jasmine turned to look at Bartiel when she head him say her name. Giving him a smile she pulled on the soft pajama bottoms, brushing a bit of lint from the dark cloth before pulling on the pale sapphire camisole top. "I can do that," she said simply, walking over to take the hair ties from his hands. "Since you're absurdly tall you're going to have to sit down for me, though," she giggled, looking up at her boyfriend as she brushed a lock of her dark hair from her eyes.

Beginning to gather his hair in her small hands Jasmine hummed softly before she remembered everything she needed. "I'll need a brush or comb, it doesn't matter which, and I need to know what kind of braid you want. I can do a french, traditional, or a four strand plait. Personally I think you'd look best with a four strand plait, they're my favorite." Smiling as she played with the red locks the small girl looked up at Bartiel with a purr.
 
Bartiel smirked when she said that he was absurdly tall. “Am I, now...?” he asked softly, thinking about that as she said he'd have to sit down. Still, he complied. Sitting down and facing away so she could play around with his hair, he placed his hands in his lap. His hair was well-taken care of so it didn't snarl or give too much trouble. Reaching into his bedstand he pulled free a brush before pausing and pulling out some flesh-tone makeup, offering it to Jasmine. He was sure that she would be confused, so he explained himself. “I fight. A lot. Even though I'm pretty good at fighting, I still get my ass kicked, so I have to cover it up,” he explained. And looked at her up and down, in just pajama bottoms and a camisole, her injuries were pretty visible. They did have an excuse ready for his parents, but still, best to cover up what could be covered up.

After giving her the items, he faced away. “Well, I normally just go with the simplist braid possible, but that's because Vision usually does it. You'd think he'd be good with hair considering that he sometimes soldiers together his own microchips, but nope, his ability with his hands ends the minute he's not building something,” Bartiel mumbled irritably. However, he paused. “...Where was I? Oh, yeah. If you think that a four strand plait is a good idea, go ahead with it,” he said, smiling, though he didn't face her directly, simply sitting up.
 
Taking the brush and makeup from Bartiel Jasmine did look confused for a moment before she simply said, "Ah," and set down the small bottle. Gathering his hair in her small hands she began to brush out the thick locks, starting at the bottom and working up in sections. Humming softly as she brushed out every strand Jasmine's smile disappeared as she focused on the task at hand, but the tiniest bit of a smile managed to remain. She'd always loved doing people's hair and to her, Bartiel's hair was perfect. Hers was long, but his was he longest she'd ever seen and the small girl loved the feel of the smooth, silky soft locks running through her fingers.

It wasn't long until she'd begun to plait his hair, starting slowly and carefully, making certain to pull the braid tight, but not tight enough to cause a headache. As she worked her way down Jasmine began to plait faster, fingers working quickly. Bartiel's hair was long enough that she had to begin taking small steps back so she could make certain to pull the braid tight enough. By the time she was done Jasmine was smiling again, quickly using one of the hair ties at the end of the braid before she gave a playful little tug. "Done," she purred, walking back to stand behind Bartiel.

Before the elder teen could stand Jasmine used her hold on his braid to pull his head back, smiling down at him before she leaned down and kissed him softly, at first. Enjoying the sensation of kissing him upside down she purred and pulled back a second later, amusing herself by brushing the end of his braid along her palm. "I love your hair," she sighed happily. "Do you want to help me with the makeup really quickly? I can get the front but I know there are some at the back of my neck, best to be safe and get those, too, you never know when I'll forget and accidentally move my hair.
 
The redhead closed his eyes as Jasmine went to work with far more certainty than his brother did. He was expecting the same sort of unsure sounds and mumbles and pulls and 'I'm sorrys'! But he got none of those. He almost went into a meditative trance, losing himself in the soft feeling of her fingers running through his fingers. The soft feeling dropped him into a totally relaxed state as his shoulders dropped. His head would have, but he managed to keep that from falling as his mind fluttered away. It wasn't until he felt her tug him for a moment that he regained his awareness, before his head was pulled back.

Green eyes blinked with soft confusion as he saw her from upside down, before she swooped down. Lightly, he murmurred, slipping his tounge forward, enjoying the texture of thet op of her tounge against his before the kiss broke, looking at her gently as she brushed her braid on her palm. It wasn't like her holding his hair down there constricted his movements; it was far too long. Leaning in, he lightly pressed his lips to hers' as Vision suddenly burst into the room. For a moment, he paused. Should he? He should.

“Um, we don't really have time for you two to have sex!” He ducked under the brush that Bartiel callously threw at his head without breaking the kiss. “Mama and Papa will be here in an hour!” he said excitedly. Bartiel broke the kiss. “Good. Lemme cover up Jasmine's...abbrassions, then I'll get to work on breakfast,” he said as his brother bounced. “We don't have time!” he said, as Bartiel looked deeply, wickedly into his brother's eyes. “...You don't mind if he helps you? I need to start breakfast,” Bartiel said to Jasmine.
 
Kissing Bartiel back as thoroughly as he'd kissed her Jasmine smiled and purred softly as he kissed her again, not bothering to pull back when she heard the door open. Ignoring Vision and pressing closer to Bartiel she simply smiled as her lover threw the brush at his younger brother without breaking their embrace. Finally pulling back she purred and licked her lips softly, watching the two of them with a barely contained laugh.

"I don't mind if he helps me," she said with a smile before turning to look at Vision, "but only if he'll apologize, that wasn't very nice. I was enjoying my kiss before we were so rudely interrupted." Sticking her tongue out at the younger boy she just smiled and picked up the makeup from the floor where she'd dropped it, moving to the bed to search through the pockets in what was left of her santa jacket. Extracting the black ribbon she usually wore round her neck Jasmine turned tucked it in one pocket before she turned back to Vision. "We'll do this in the bathroom, that way I have more light."
 
Vision pouted as she said that she'd only do it if he apologized. “Maa~ Maa~ I liked you two better when you weren't dating. It was easier to divide and conquer,” he commented, curiously raising an eyebrow as she went through her santa jacket. The smaller boy nodded and gently took her hand and led her to the bathroom, grabbing the coverup makeup. “Anou...your skin is a little darker than Bartiel's,” he commented, and got some similar makeup out of the bathroom. Vision had been beaten up once and Bartiel helped him cover it up, but Vision ended up mixing the make-ups.

It took him a minute to get the right skintone for Jasmine, but he got it as he began to cover her wounds, noting in the back of his mind the sound of Bartiel going into the kitchen and getting to work. As he gently used a brush to cover up the wounds where Jasmine would have trouble reaching or seeing, he remained mostly silent, gently pulling her hair aside as he continued to cover her injuries up. “You'll like Mama. She may seem scary at first, but she's really kind...except, well...” he paused, looking down.

“I never knew her that long ago, but something happened when she was with her first husband and she went to the mental hospital. Now sometimes she attacks men for no reason. She won't harm you, but don't think badly of her if she lashes out at Bartiel, okay?” he said with a grin. “I know you love him, but she won't really hurt him. She can't really hurt him,” he told her confidently.
 
Jasmine let Vision lead her to the bathroom, watching as the younger boy began to help her with the makeup. Pulling her hair to the side and tilting her head forward she stood in the relative silence, listening to Bartiel in the kitchen as she watched Vision in the mirror. Listening to him speak she smiled slightly before nodding. "I won't think badly of her, I don't even know her," she said simply, smiling at the confidence in Vision's voice when he said that their mother couldn't hurt Bartiel.

Taking the brush from Vision once he'd finished with the back of her neck Jasmine made quick work of the front, turning slightly so she could look. A few of the darker bruises were still slightly visible, but they were mostly in the back and hidden by her hair. Pulling the ribbon out of her pocket she opened the safety pin and quickly wrapped the dark ribbon round her neck. With the simple addition of makeup and the ribbon the bruises had all but disappeared. "Done," she said with a smile, turning to lookat Vision, kissing the tip of his nose as she bounced slightly.

"C'mon, let's go bother Bartiel, I'm hungry and he needs to cook faster," she smiled, taking Vision's hand and pulling him into the kitchen with her once she'd put away the makeup. "And don't worry about divide and conquer, I'll still help you get him every once and a while," she whispered to the younger boy with a wicked little grin.
 
Vision smiled at her as she took the brush from him. He sat back and relaxed, watching his friend as she added a little bit of makeup, watching in quiet interest. As she kissed the top of his nose he leaned in and kissed her cheek, smirking when she said that he needs to cook fast.

As they headed to the kitchen and she whispered in Vision's ear, Vision gained a bright grin as Bartiel turned to the two of them, raising an eyebrow. “If this involves fire or the removal of the stitches from my clothes, let me warn you both that I'll turn you over my knee,” he told them. For Vision, it was a joking, silly threat, since their age difference wasn't good enough for Bartiel to be seen as a father figure; for Jasmine, it might have been a promise of some sort of fetishist behavior if she 'misbehaved'.

Still, Bartiel shook his head and went back to making breakfast. He had made over a score of bacon, had biscuits in the oven, had the makings of a fresh salad in bowls in the fridge, ready to be mixed, was making some gravy at the moment, and was currently mixing up several eggs to make omelettes, as well as fixing all sorts of other things up, such as making pancake batter. The redhead was running around the kitchen like crazy, as Vision was simply watching him run about.

“Sometimes I think that he's the reincarnation of a stereotypical latina woman,” the younger brother commented before a rubber scraper got bounced harmlessly off his head.
 
Jasmine grinned as Bartiel threatened to take them over his knee and she couldnâ??t help but think of multiple things that he could do to â??punishâ?? her. Smiling and rolling her eyes at Visionâ??s comment she laughed as the spatula bounced off his head before she darted in under Bartielâ??s arm. â??You take care of the gravy and salads, I can do that pancakes and omelets,â? she said quickly, taking the bowl from his as she began to whip the pancake batter a bit faster before setting it down.

Giving the gravy a quick stir the small girl reached past him to snag a small bit of bacon. Setting to work on the omelets Jasmine hummed softly, glad to be back in a kitchen where she could cook for more than one person. Sheâ??d always loved to cook and one of the things sheâ??d missed most about being at home was helping her mother cook. If she was able to help Bartiel out she was more than happy to. â??Vision, this means that you get dish duty again,â? she said over her shoulder, grinning at the younger boy.
 
Bartiel looked at her when she offered to do the pancakes and omelettes. For a moment he almost protested, but afterwards he nodded. "Okay," he said to her as they got to work on the food, humming very softly. He ignored Jasmine swiping a piece of bacon, since he'd made enough for everyone to have some, and in addition to the bacon he was laying out on paper towels to drain, he'd had some bacon which he'd cooked then broken up with his fingers on the side in order to use in the omelettes.

Vision blinked as she mentioned that he got dish duty. "H-hey! Y-you're double-teaming ME!" he exclaimed before pouting, at which Bartiel rolled his eyes. "Just get everything ready like the table set for now. I'm sure Papa will help you with the dishes, Vision," he mentioned, which made Vision pout a bit less. So the boy left the kitchen to go to the living area and set up a fold-out table which Bartiel had in the closet, scrrewing in legs and such and generally getting it ready.

Bartiel qauietly prepared breakfast, making an almost army-like amount of food before the door was knocked upon. Vision instantly shotup, bouncing, "They're here, they're here!" before running to the door. Frowning, Bartiel glanced out of the kitchen. "Don't make any sudden movements!" he shouted, but was ignored when he openned the door and flung himself at his adoptive parents, who caught him. "Vision," was all the male voice said, as the female voice lovingly recited "I've missed you so much, my child," before the two stepped in.

It was no secret that Lowe was the birth father of neither boy, although he did resemble Vision more. At 5'8", he wasn't short per se, but he didn't come anywhere near his elder stepson's height. His hair was blonde, with bright blue eyes, his face set in the softest of smiles which barely broke a neutral gaze, his blood being clearly almost pure aryan german. In a simple pair of grey slacks and a black button-up shirt, he really took to the semi-casual mindset. Lowe was also rather stocky and strong-built, his arms and legs being a magnitude thicker than Bartiel's. It was clear that in his youth it was all muscle, but in his middle ages, some of the muscle had faded, though he was clearly not simply fat now, and he had no gut to show. The short man carried his short son back into the apartment.

The woman who stepped in, though...it was clear that she was not Vision's birth mother, and exceedingly clear that she was Bartiel's birth mother. Pale, alabaster skin dotted lightly with freckles. Her hair was both the same sunset color as her son's, but even longer, in a bun which rose up and her hair that cascaded down, all the way to her knee. It was fine and shone lightly, the woman having not much else to do other than take care of her hair. To see her sons, she wore a simple white dress which ended at her knees, moving down to her legs which were covered in nude-colored nylons, and a pair of heels which were only about an inch high. Not that she needed the heels.

Not that the heels were nessessary; even without them, she stood an inch over her birth son. "Bartiel, you shouldn't slave away so much in the kitchen that you can't even greet your mother," she called out. "Oh, yeah! One of my friends is over! She was attacked last night so we brought her here and patched her up and since she doesn't have a place..." Vision kept rambling on, and Delilah smiled, though said nothing.
 
Jasmine was content to help Bartiel in the kitchen. It wasn't long until she had nearly all the omelets done, though she finished with all the pancakes just as she heard the knock on the door. Looking over her shoulder Jasmine shook her head and smiled as Vision ran for the door, her attention turned back to the eggs in the pan before her. Carefully pushing in the edges and turning the pan to allow the uncooked portion of egg to slide onto the hot surface she had just flipped the omelet and filled it with bacon and cheese when Bartiel and Vision's parents entered the room.

Finished completely the small girl hummed softly as she slid the finished product from the pan, turning off the burner and moving to wipe her hands clean of the minuscule amount of bacon grease she'd gotten on her fingers. Turning she stayed leaned against the far counter as she looked over Bartiel's mother and adoptive father. Smiling as she looked Lowe over she couldn't help feel a small pang of regret in her chest that she couldn't be with her family, but she pushed that aside quickly and turned her attention to Bartiel's mother. The woman was beautiful and it was obvious which of his parents, biological that is, that he took after.

Taking in everything that she possibly could Jasmine said nothing when Vision began rambling on about the reason she was there, not minding at all that the younger boy was going on and on about various things. Remaining set a little apart from the family she simply watched, not wanting to interfere in their greetings. When she was introduced she'd step forward and greet each of the adults herself, but until then she was more than happy to simply stand in the corner and watch them.

In the back of her mind Jasmine began to wonder what she'd have been doing if she'd gone home for vacation. She'd most likely not have been at home at all, instead she'd have been at one of her friend's houses, or with one of the boys that had either used her for sex or viceversa. If she'd have actually been home then she knew there would have been fighting and lots of it. It wasn't that her parents were bad parents, they simply didn't understand, and didn't want to understand why Jasmine was the way she was.

When she was younger Jasmine had been the perfect child, an angel of a girl before she'd hit puberty, though she'd always been curious before. Her mother was soft spoken and gentle, the type of woman who took care of the house while her husband was away at work; the ideal housewife. Her father, on the other hand, wasn't involved all that much. As long as Jasmine had done what she was told and stayed out of his way things were fine, but when she began to get into trouble things had suddenly changed. The small fights that her parents had had grew larger, the yelling grew louder, and more of the anger and pain seemed to be pointed in Jasmine's direction. Her mother would simply look at her with tear stained eyes and say nothing while her father ranted about the things that she'd done to get herself into trouble, working himself to the point that Jasmine knew one day he would snap at hit her harder than he had the first time. The first time had just been a slap, just enough to redden her cheek, but it had shook Jasmine more than would have been expected. Since then things hadn't escalated to further violence, but small 'accidents' would happen that would result in small bruises or simply hurt feelings.

Pushing away thoughts of home quickly Jasmine just tucked an arm around her waist and smiled softly, pushing away any thought that could possibly force her to pull back. Though usually social the small girl preferred to stay out of the limelight, finding it much more enjoyable to work behind the scenes than be out front.
 
The adults looked at Jasmine, sizing her up for a moment. “...You have a good friend,” Lowe said to Vision, smiling softly to his younger son, ruffling his hair a little bit. His smile was muted, much like many of Bartiel's emotions tended to be muted and calm, just as this man's were. “Well, then, can we go eat breakfast?” Lowe asked as Vision bounced up and down. “Presents, presents! We should open presents first!” he said, causing Lowe to rub the back of his head. “Patience,” he said as Delilah giggled.

“Let him be energetic. It's good for children to be so, anyways,” she said with a soft giggle before she stood up. “Dearest, I'm gonna go get the presents...” she said, going for the door, before Lowe put a hand on her shoulder, frowning. “...Honey, you know...” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You know you can't go anywhere alone.” For a moment, Delilah's bright eyes dropped. “...Dearest...don't tell me what-” her fist clenched as her eyes grew darker, but then she calmed down. “...Yes, you're right. I'll stay here with my darling son and my son's girlfriend,” she said perceptively, smiling at Bartiel.

Bartiel stiffened. “Um...she isn't my girlfriend...” Vision mumbled. “I know,” was all his mother replied with. Lowe frowned. “Sorry, Bartiel, they're trying new medication...they said one of the side effects may be paranoia,” he said. “I don't feel paranoid at all though, honey,” she said in a perfectly level voice as Lowe nodded. “Of course. I'll see you in few,” Lowe said, reaching up to ruffle his older child's hair before leaving the apartment. For a moment, there was an...awkward pause.
 
Smiling at Lowe Jasmine simply nodded slightly and remained silent, leaned against the counter as her hands brushed over the linoleum at her back. Watching their interaction the small girl didn't make a move to say anything, just watched Delilah with a smile as the woman giggled. Attention turned to Bartiel and Vision for a moment she noted their parents short conversation before she had a small shock. Eyebrows raising slightly she did her best to stifle a giggle when Delilah commented on her being Bartiel's girlfriend, forced to turn and busy herself by setting dishes in the sink so that she wouldn't start laughing. Bartiel's reaction was priceless, and Vision wasn't helping matters much.

Finished placing things in the sink she moved the plate of omelets from the stove and set them with the rest of the food. Since she had nothing else to busy herself with Jasmine finally turned to Delilah and smiled, deciding to finally speak. "Your hair is lovely, I see where Bartiel gets it now," she smiled, voice a happy purr as she put on the face she usually wore in public. It would take a little while for her to relax with the boy's parents, but she'd be polite and quiet for the time being instead of her usual hyper self.
 
Delilah smiled as they headed to the table and she smiled as her hair was complimented. “Thank you very much, Miss Jasmine,” she said, giving a polite curtsey as they waited for her husband, as Bartiel became increasingly figety. He didn't know if his mother was messing with him and really wouldn't approve if it was true, or if she could tell. Much less his father, who wouldn't approve of Bartiel dating a middle-school aged girl. Bartiel didn't realize exactly how his mother knew, but she did know.

As Delilah watched Jasmine, she thought for a moment. “Unfortunately, we didn't bring anything for you... but I actually have something I can give you,” she said, softly reaching into her dress...lord knows where... and producing a long, soft, black ribbon, offering it to Jasmine. “Merry Christmas.”

That made Vision bounce. “Mou, mou~ why does she get her present first?!” he whined.
 
Jasmine smiled as Delilah curtsied, unable to keep from grinning as she bowed her head politely. "You're very welcome," she smiled before taking a seat on the far side of Vision, leaving plenty of room for Lowe or Delilah to sit beside the younger boy. Beginning to protest when the woman said she had something for Jasmine the girl shook her head a bit. "I don't need anything," she blushed, seeing the ribbon and taking it obligingly. "But thank you very much, it's beautiful."

Chuckling when Vision complained Jasmine wrapped the ribbon around her neck, careful to keep from pulling up her hair just in case they'd missed covering one of the bruises with makeup. "Thank you for the present, I love it," she smiled at Delilah before ruffling Vision's hair. "Be patient, I'm sure you've got lots more presents than I do," she purred, leaning over towards him slightly, "If you get your presents after breakfast you won't have to do dishes as soon."
 
The older woman smiled softly as she wrapped the ribbon around Jasmine's neck. “It's so beautiful on you,” she said happily, leaning in close and smiling. She could smell the soap that she and Bartiel used to clean themselves, as well as smell the teenagers' pheremones, and it turned her on just a little bit. For a moment, she looked at Bartiel. “You did pick an attractive girl...even if you're a bit of a lolicon for this,” she said playfully. “At least she's past puberty,” she mentioned as Bartiel frowned.

“You have it all wrong,” he said, even though she had it all right. Damn, how did she know that? About that time, Lowe came back in, lugging along a bunch of presents...which made Vision dart over to his father and tackle him, causing Bartiel to palm his face as Delilah ogled his girlfriend slightly. Why me?
 
Giggling Jasmine looked up at Delilah with a cute smile. "I like being lolicon," she purred, moving slightly to snuggle against the older woman a bit. "It's so much fun being cute and small, if I pull my hair up into pigtails and wear my school uniform I look a lot like the girls in the hentai manga, just a little too dark, but your skin is absolutely perfect, so pale and beautiful, not a single blemish."

Voice a happy purr Jasmine didn't let her surprise show when Delilah drew her attention, she was used to being told she was attractive and she couldn't help but grin at the frown on Bartiel's face. "But you give me too much credit, you're much lovelier than I. I bet you look absolutely ravishing with your hair left completely down to fall around you." Already Jasmine could tell that it was going to be a very...interesting day.
 
Bartiel's response to Jasmine responding that she liked being a lolicon was to just...stare. That was it. That broke his brain. His jaw hung a little as Delilah cuddled right back, practically pulling the girl into her face. For a moment, Delilah smiled as she said she was lovely. “Oh, no, I'm not so lovely. A woman like me in my thirties... although, thank you,” she said when it came to her hair. In fact, Bartiel didn't notice, but Delilah gently took one of Jasmine's hands and slipped it part way up her incredibly frilly dress before Lowe came in, and she stood up.

His parents had an open relationship, so that his father wouldn't go insane with sexual frusturation during the...bad periods when Delilah was stark raving mad, but still. For a moment, Bartiel stood there as Delilah led him and Jasmine into the living room, the boy's brain completely numb. Lowe hadn't caught what had gone on, but he simply raised an eyebrow when he saw his adoptive son in such a state, before coughing once.

“I don't know what sort of insanity is going on, but you shouldn't bother trying to act like you're so above it. You Onyx are insane (“Hey!” yelled Bartiel indignantly), but I do suppose that's why me and Vision get along with you,” he said teasingly as the presents were all laid out – a good number of presents. Delilah sat on the couch and patted Jasmine to sit next to her as Vision bounced hyper actively around a ridiculously huge box. “Vision, you can go open that one... As for our guest... well, Christmas Tradition says that even guests get gifts, so this is yours,” Lowe said with a dead serious look on his face as he pulled out a coupon for half-off coffee and gave it to Jasmine.

“A FREAKIN' BIKE!” Vision said, bouncing even more so when he found the disassembled pieces of a bike. Normally a kid would want a partially or fully assembled bike, but hey, it was Vision.
 
Instead of reacting with shock or pulling her hand back when Delilah set Jasmine's hand on her thigh, the small girl simply smiled and kept her hand there, standing when she was lead to the living room. Taking her seat beside Delilah Jasmine only laughed when Lowe said all Onyx were insane. Snuggling against Delilah's side Jasmine smiled up at Lowe as he handed her the coupon for half-off coffee. "Thank you," she purred, attention turned to Vision for a second before she looked up at Delilah.

Leaning close she spoke softly with a smile. "I think you are absolutely beautiful, it doesn't matter how old you are. I prefer older women, they spoil me more," she giggled, pulling back a bit, "besides, you don't look a day over twenty." Smiling sweetly and snuggling against the woman's side Jasmine couldn't resist the urge to glance at Bartiel, nearly choking on her laughter at the shocked, slightly disbelieving look on his face.

He really shouldn't have been all that surprised, though, since he knew how much of a sexual person Jasmine was. She had absolutely no problem with flirting with Delilah, Jasmine thought she was beautiful and liked the attention she was receiving from her. Besides that, she couldn't help but laugh as he looked at them like they'd both sprouted a second head. "Bartiel, you really shouldn't stare, it's not polite," she giggled cutely as she grinned up at him.
 
Delilah smiled softly when she said that she didn't look a day over twenty. “Thank you. My, this is such a well-mannered girl. Maybe we should adopt her,” she joked with her husband who chuckled a little bit as Vision frantically put the pieces of his bike back in the huge box and bounced up and down excitedly before prodding Bartiel. “Your turn! You pick something! You pick something!” To calm Vision down, Bartiel did just that, blinking a bit. For a moment, he raised an eyebrow when he pulled out a pair of hakama, before reaching down into the box, pulling out a few more items. Facinating.

“Interesting. I'm gonna go change,” he said, before going over to the fake christmas tree he and Vision had before pulling out a moderate-sized box and handing it to his mother before leaving the room. Normally if he got clothes he wanted to try on, he'd just change right there in the living room, but he had to keep up the illusion of modesty. Still, Delilah was delighted. “Let's see what Bartiel got his mommy...” she said, admittedly too impatient to wait for him to get back, opening the box.

“Oh! How nice,” she said, pulling out a rather large book of fairy tales. Bartiel knew just what to get her. After not terribly long, Bartiel returned, wearing the outfit.

A black hakama without a split, a very-dark-violet, silken-looking tank-top, a pair of black, fingerless leather gloves, and a piece of cloth tied around his head in the same color as the tank top. “...It's comfortable,” he said, relaxing a bit as Delilah smiled. “Lowe and I know that you've been wanting to get back into Baguazhang, so we got you a new training outfit,” she said with a smile. “Do you like it?” Bartiel nodded. “A bit flashy for a martial arts outfit, but it will do well.”
 
Smiling and just sitting back to watch everyone Jasmine watched Bartiel leave the room out of the corner of her eye, half tempted to follow him into the bedroom but she refrained; his parents were there and she didn't think they'd like it very much if she got a little handsy with their son, besides, he'd probably be a bit irritated with her as well. Watching Delilah open the box and pull out of the book of fairy tales Jasmine looked at it with a small sigh.

"I've seen that around, I've been wanting it for a long time," she purred, looking at the elder woman with a smile. "I have the full collection of the original Brother's Grimm tales, but I'm looking for more." Looking back at Bartiel as he returned she pulled her legs up on the couch with her, wrapping a small arm around her knees before laying her cheek on the warm, soft material of her pajama bottoms.
 
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