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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

"Ego permoveo can," Jasmine purred softly, telling him she could move in Latin before stretching just enough to reach the plate of food with a smile. Taking the plate she hummed softly and began to eat slowly, letting out a soft sigh as she slowly and carefully stretched out her legs. She was sore, that much was obvious, and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to walk for a little while, but her legs were working and the cramping seemed to have faded, at least for the time being.

Looking at him the small girl tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes a bit. "What's wrong? You look like someone said something that spooked you." Watching him closely she waited for an answer, hoping that he wouldn't lie and say nothing had happened. If she needed to she'd go talk to her aunt and find out what happened since Jasmine was sure that Trisha had said something.
 
Bartiel looked at her and smiled a bit. He didn't know any latin at all but figured out what she was trying to tell him. Giving her the plate of food, he gave it some thought, although when she narrowed her eyes and asked what was wrong he blinked. Ah...nothing was his first instinct to say, but he knew from knowing her long enough that Jasmine wouldn't put up with him hiding things that were bothering him. So he figured he'd say it from his perspective.

“I'm just having trouble adjusting, is all,” he said. “...What I mean is that having you depending on me in any way,” he explained himself. “...I'm happy with it, don't get me wrong, it's just something that I have to get used to,” he said to, giving it some thought. Still, why was it so important that he be dependable? Obviously as her boyfriend he shouldn't out-and-out abandon her, and he should do nice things for her.

But what did it mean to be a boyfriend, and how much responsibility did he have, say, compared to...a live-in boyfriend? He didn't know. These sorts of things would take getting used to and fine-tuning to figure out.
 
Jasmine smiled happily when Bartiel actually answered her question truthfully and the small girl continued to eat slowly. "I figured it'd take some getting used to, I just hope you won't panic and try to ditch me," she said truthfully, taking another bite of the sweet and spicy chicken. "I was just worried that Trisha had said something, she's really protective and I don't want you two to not get along, I love you both and don't want you fighting."

Giving him another smile and taking another bite from the plate he'd brought her Jasmine relaxed happily, stretching her muscles carefully to check and see where everything hurt. So far she'd not be too sore, but she couldn't be sure until she got up to walk, though she was in no hurry.

"Did you enjoy yourself earlier," Jasmine asked with a knowing smile.
 
Bartiel nodded when she said that she hoped he wouldn't panic and try to ditch her. “Would you even let me leave if I tried?” he asked, jokingly, as if she would really honestly try to force him to stay if he tried to leave. Although he was mostly joking, some tiny part of him wondered if she wouldn't; after all, she formerly had mafia connections, and sometimes 'no' meant 'yes' to her. He tried to ignore those things, though; they were actually facets of her that while they would have given others problems, hadn't bothered him.

Too much.

“She did talk to me. But it was something that needed to be said, although I'd like to keep it private if I could,” was all he said. And for her question of enjoyment... “Yeah, I did. I really enjoyed myself, but I'm afraid I may've been a little too rough. I think I need to tone things back a little...” he said quietly.
 
Jasmine groaned softly at his last words, putting her face in the pillow for a moment before she looked at him again. "Bartiel, we've been through this before," she sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head slightly. "You enjoy it as much as, or more than, I do, and you know I don't mind. I love it that you'll actually let go and be rough with me." Looking at him seriously Jasmine wiggled to the edge of the bed and set her head over, looking at him.

"Please don't back down now. I know you think that I only like the rough, violent sex but have you ever stopped to consider the fact that almost every time we've had sex it's either been after I haven't seen you, was worried about you, or needed somthing to take my mind off everything that's been happening. Hell, we haven't spent more than two days together without something going wrong and you running off somewhere. I want you to be rough with me, I love how you can control and dominate my, but there are some times when I'll want nothing more than to make love, not just fuck."

In the back of her mind Jasmine couldn't believe that she was having to explain her sexual preferences to her boyfriend, but at the same time she really couldn't blame him for not believing her, after all, the last few times she'd either taken control of him or begged him to fuck her as hard as he'd wanted.
 
Bartiel rolled his eyebrows when she said that she loved it that he'd let go and be rough with her. “And I love jumping off of short buildings to practice my breakfalling skills,” he said without a hint of sarcasm. “That said, I know it's really stupid and really bad for me, because if I misland a jump I'll break something,” he pointed out casually.

When she said please don't back down, he smiled, listening to her, and sitting next to her, reaching up and lightly stroking her neck. “I never said I wanted to stop having sex. You've infected me with your damn nymphomania, hun, I'm just saying I want to try taking it a little easier next time so I don't split you into more than one piece,” he said, pulling her hair back to lean in and kiss the side of her neck lovingly.
 
"You're missing the point," Jasmine said before she shivered when he took hold of her hair. Purring at the soft kiss the small girl nuzzled Bartiel's cheek softly before catching hold of his hair and turning him to face her. "I like it when you split me apart, I like it anyway you'll give it to me," Jasmine smiled, purring softly as she pulled him closer. "I love you, so deal with it." Giving him a smile she leaned in and kissed him softly, deepening the kiss quickly and softly nibbling on his lower lip before pulling back.

"I didn't infect you with anything, you were a nympho before I met you, you were just hiding from it," Jasmine purred, softly nipping at his lower lip again before she let go his hair and scooted back a bit further on the bed, smiling a cute little Cheshire grin.
 
Bartiel smiled as she mentioned that he was missing the point. He shook his head. “I'll make whatever point I damn well feel like,” he said with a smirk, although when she said she loved him, his cheeks reddened a little as she deepened the kiss, moaning very softly. As she pulled back and said that he was a nympho before they met, his cheeks reddened.

“Yeah, but I was supressing it so well,” he said, leaning back a bit as she gave him her little Cheshire grin. Pausing, Bartiel reached out, running fingers through her hair, looking at her. “When you're feeling up to it, I want to make love,” he said, looking into Jasmine's eyes. Not 'fuck', not 'do it', not 'have sex', but 'make love'. The look in his eyes was both affectionate and serious.
 
Jasmine smiled, setting her chin against the bed as she nodded slightly. "That sounds amazing, I'll hold you to that," she purred softly, turning her head and catching his hand before laying a soft kiss on his palm. "It's about time we tried something that didn't involve one of us being pinned or bound to something." Giving him a smile she once again moved to the edge of the bed but settled for kissing the tip of his nose.

Taking another small bite of chicken Jasmine stretched out a bit before wincing slightly, the wince turning into a smile as she purred happily and rolled over onto her back, setting a small hand on her stomach lightly. "You know, most would complain, but I like how it feels to have sore muscles after sex, it's like a little reminder of all the fun we had."
 
Bartiel nodded as she said it was time they try something else. Usually couples start out tame and get kinkier and kinky. It's sorta funny that we're starting out kinky and getting tamer and tamer,” he said with a playful grin. Not really; this was the roughest that he'd been with her in a few ways, but from here they were going to go down because they couldn't go up without risking breaking her – Bartiel DID have the physical strength nessessary to break Jasmine's bones.

Giving her a nip on the neck, the redhead looked at her as she placed a hand on her stomach. He nodded as she said it'd be a reminder. “Maybe I should wish that I got messed up too,” he said with a playful remark, moving behind her on her bed to spoon Jasmine softly.
 
Jasmine just laughed softly and smiled, snuggling back against Bartiel as he spooned along the back of her body. Pulling one of his arms over her stomach Jasmine laid his hand flat on the bed and idly played her fingers along the top of his arm, playing with the fine hairs there with a soft purr. "We don't exactly have the most usual relationship," she smiled, wriggling slightly to snuggle closer to him as she looked over her shoulder.

"Then again, that's what makes us so very special," she giggled softly, purring happily as she gave another slight wiggle and sighed happily, laying her cheek back against the bed before closing her eyes. "You know, I'm really tired for some reason," she yawned, snuggling back against him with a soft sigh as she felt her muscle begin to relax. "Don't know why...I've been like this for the last few days...I hope it's just stress." Voice growing progressively softer Jasmine yawned slightly, letting out a little mumbled sound as she began to drift off again.
 
Bartiel let out a soft kiss to her neck as she played with the fine, practically invisible due to their color hairs at his arm. “I don't want a normal relationship, I want you,” he said to her very softly. Breathing softly, he smiled as she spoke up again. Opening his eyes, the young man looked at her as she said that she'd been tired for some reason the last few days. At that, he gave it some thought, before shrugging.

“I'll try to help with your stress...I won't run off anymore,” Bartiel whispered in her ear, before he began to whisper tender, sweet nothings, meaningless syllables full of affection and adoration for his girlfriend as one arm remained around her, placing a hand softly on her lower abdomen.
 
Jasmine made a small noise of agreement with his last words before she once again succumbed to sleep. Before she'd slept well because of her body's need to relax and recover from the sex, this time she slept because she was snuggled against Bartiel's warm body. Though she wouldn't say it aloud to him, for fear of scaring him, Jasmine felt safe with Barteil, as if nothing could harm her. She knew he'd protect her, something that she'd wanted for a very, very long time.

The sound of his voice low and soft in her ear, the feel of his arm wrapped round her waist, and the warm press of him along her back lulled Jasmine to sleep better than any lullaby, story, or warm cup of milk ever had, allowing the small girl to fall asleep with a slight smile on her lips. As long as he stayed against her and she could feel the warmth of his body she'd continue to sleep peacefully.
 
The next few days things were different. Very different. Bartiel had spent the next day with Jasmine, cuddling with her, gently kissing her, not offering or attempting sex, knowing how sore she was. Then he was off doing his irritating 'Gone without a word and untrackable' thing...until lunchtime, then he came back and carried around where she needed to go. He explained to Trisha that he didn't come back because he was feeling guilty, he just left because he had to do something important, and it was done.

The second day, Vision gave her an RC car with a claw attachment and a camera which he hooked up to a little screen in her room, letting her get things on her own. Bartiel couldn't help but note how quickly Vision whipped up such a neat little toy. When Vision said that it's hydraulics could crush a human femur, Bartiel decided it wasn't just a 'neat little toy'.

By day three, Bartiel figured she could move just fine but didn't want to upset her or her aunt, although the lack of sex was driving him up the wall, so he didn't stay in her dorm that night for fear of losing control and raping her and her still being sore. She'd taken him by force, sometimes he wondered if he might end up doing the same thing.

Day four, Bartiel came by her place dressed up a bit. He wore a long-sleeve shirt with a tight tank-top underneith, A loose pair of hakama pants rested on his hips, and he'd come over to her dorm, having heard that she wanted to do something that night. Bartiel was happy, though. Very happy. They'd spent a number of consecutive days together...
 
The entire time Bartiel had spent taking care of her Jasmine had had to fight herself to keep from pulling him into bed and begging for sex. The only thing that kept her in line was the fact she knew he was feeling guilty about her being sore, and the fact that Trisha had already warned Jasmine that she needed to tone things down a bit and make sure their relationship wasn't based entirely on sex. Grudgingly the small girl had taken her aunt's advice, though it had taken more willpower than was pretty for her to keep her hands to herself.

By the fourth day Jasmine was only the tiniest bit sore and moving around the dorm completely on her own. Four days without sex was making her antsy and horny enough that she was almost afraid to have Bartiel come over since she knew she couldn't control herself much longer. Instead Jasmine busied herself with finding something to wear to the rave. What would have taken her less than an hour she stretched out to two, purposely focusing on all the tiny details to keep her mind off the toys in her drawer or the mental images she had of her boyfriend.

"God I need help," she groaned, burying her face in a pillow until she heard a knock at the door. Immediately her heart jumped into her throat and she turned, dashing out of her room, not caring at all that she was still only in one of Bartiel's t-shirts and a pair of panties. "Got it!" she yelled to Trisha, who was still in the kitchen. Opening the door Jasmine looked up to see Bartiel and immediately her face split into a grin. A second later she'd thrown herself at him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms wrapping around his neck. Before he could protest Jasmine pulled his head to hers and kissed him hungrily, a small moan and low, almost whimper pushed from her throat as she wriggled slightly.
 
Bartiel shifted his weight back and forth as Jasmine came to the door. When the door was open he smiled. “Good Aft-” and then he was tackled. “Jas-” he didn't want to be tackled out in the hall where a prefect or a teacher who happened to pass by might see them, but when she kissed him, he shuddered, leaning into the kiss. That was something he couldn't really argue with. His arms came up and let his hands rest on her shoulders and gave a tender squeeze as he walked forward into the dorm, kicking the door behind him closed, grinning playfully at his girlfriend.

“Good Afternoon, Jasmine. You're quite lovely, and lively as well,” he said, giving her shoulders a soft squeeze before reaching up and softly caressing the back of her head. He didn't exactly know of the plans for the rave, so he hadn't quite come prepared, but he would be fine dressed however, or they could return to his dorm. Leaning in, he kissed her lips softly and laid his forehead against hers', closing his eyes as he held onto Jasmine. “You wanted me to come over tonight?” he asked, smiling softly. She wanted him to come over, he figured, so they could break this 'dry spell' they were having because she was so sore, but if she had other plans he wouldn't mind either.
 
Jasmine wriggled slightly, purring like a happy kitten as Barteil carried her back into the dorm and kicked the door closed. Letting him break the kiss she grinned, snuggling against him slightly. "Yes, yes I did," she purred softly, lightly nipping his lower lip. "I want to take you to the rave with me, tonight, but first there's something we really need to take care of."

Giving him a grin and sliding out of his arms she purposely let herself drag down his body before she touched the floor. Grabbing his hand and pulling him with her towards the bedroom Jasmine didn't even pause when Trisha stuck her head out of the kitchen and looked at them. "I'm making dinner. You have less than two hours, if you're not out by then I'm coming in to get you," the woman warned teasingly, shaking her head as she disappeared again.

"We have two hours now and plenty of time after the rave," Jasmine purred, finally reaching her room. The moment Bartiel was inside she kicked the door closed and locked it, though she knew Trisha wouldn't walk in on them without giving them a bit of warning first.
 
Bartiel smiled as she mentioned the rave tonight, his eyes lit up. “Oh, yeah, the rave. I knew that we had something to do tonight,” he said, making it somewhat obvious that he'd forgotten about the rave. “And what is it so important that we have to take care of?” he asked, playing dumb. He knew exactly what needed to be 'taken care of', and while he wanted her too....

At the same time, his mischevious soul was making him grin on the inside.

Once dragged into her room he looked back as the door was locked behind him, giving a soft grin and slipping an arm around Jasmine's tiny form, leaning down to press his lips to hers', opening his eyes and looking down at the small girl with the tenderest of smiles, lightly tracing his hand along her cheek. “I'm really going to enjoy after the rave...” he said playfully, hinting that he was going to hold off on fucking her until after the rave.

Well, maybe.
 
"Bartiel Onyx, don't you dare," Jasmine warned, looking up at him as she pressed close. "You know as well as I do that if we wait much longer you're going to snap and take me forcefully, and, no matter how much I'd enjoy it, I don't think I can take another day or two stuck here in the dorm." Suddenly switching tactics the small girls softly ran her hands along his chest, mewing cutely and looking up at him from beneath her lashes.

"Besides, I'm wearing a pair of panties that I bought with you in mind, if you don't at least test them out then I'll think you don't want to play with me anymore." Pouting slightly she let her hands drop a bit. "And that's not true, is it?" Tilting her head slightly and looking up at him with big, brown eyes wide, the first hint of tears beginning to gather. Jasmine would get what she wanted either way, and was fairly certain she wouldn't have to remind him of what happened the last time she was denied for more than two days.
 
He grinned when she said that he shouldn't dare. The fact that she used his full name was somewhat worrisome, though. As she mentioned that he was going to snap and take her forcefully he gave a very soft laugh and leaned down to kiss her lips, looking into her eyes as her hands ran along his chest.

When she mentioned the panties that she bought with him in mind, his eyes trailed down to the faint hint of her panties that were visible; even though he was more leggy than anything else, the sheer size difference between the two made his T-shirts rather huge on her. As he saw the faint tears in her eyes, he bit his lip, thinking of some kind of a counterattack.

Dropping to one knee so he was lower than her, he reached up and caressed her cheek, leaning in to kiss her on the neck, pinching some of the flesh between his teeth before pulling back and looking into her eyes, taking one of her hands between both of his. “Jasmine, I love to play with you more than I enjoy doing anything else, but we were going to make love intimately next time, weren't we?” he asked, looking up into her eyes, his gaze softening.

“After we did everything we wanted tonight, I wanted to get some candles, eat some dinner, and gently take you to bed, then fall asleep with you in my arms without either of us getting up or moving at all... I was wanting to save myself up for that moment...aren't you looking forward to it too?” he asked, his eyes looking quite pouty.
 
Jasmine couldn't help but shiver and let out a soft sigh when Bartiel kissed and gently bit her neck, so she was slightly distracted for a moment before forcing herself to focus. Since he was kneeling, and she was so tiny, they were only a few inches difference in height and she looked down at him, idly rubbing her cheek against his palm. Nodding in response to his question she bit into her lower lip softly, squirming when he pouted.

Though Jasmine loved sex, and had been having sex for quite some time, it was rare for her to actually find someone who wanted to do more then just fuck. It still surprised her that Bartiel wanted to do more than their rough play, considering the fact she knew he liked it as well as she did. At times she wondered if he was only doing things for her benefit, but those thoughts quickly vanished when she examined memories more closely.

For a moment Jasmine just looked at him before she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer for a kiss. "You are such a girl," she purred, giggling softly, "it's cute. Sorry I got distracted, I've just never had someone who wanted to do more than just fuck." Gently nibbling on his lower lip she purred and kissed the tip of his nose. He really is adorable when his eyes get all pouty like that...I hope he doesn't figure that out, I won't be able to win arguments anymore.
 
Bartiel smiled up at his girlfriend and gave her a pek on the lip, standing up and looking down at her, ruffling her hair a bit, sticking his tongue out for a minute, ignoring her allegations of him being a girl. “Mom has always taught me to behave the way I want to, gender barriers be damned,” he said playfully, having noticed how she actually backed down when she got pouty. Still, going over to her bed, he smiled and softly patted her lap, smiling at her.

“Still, we can make out just fine,” he said to her happily. And if she managed to seduce him...well, they could be softer, or they could still save the soft moments for after the rave. Plus even though he was saying he would wait, he would have a hard time keeping his hands in appropriate places after dancing around with her, and he was somewhat unsure if Jasmine might not try to sexually assault him at the rave itself...
 
Jasmine grinned at Bartiel and climbed into his lap, immediately wrapping her legs around his waist as she pressed herself close. "That sounds like a plan to me," she purred, pulling him down using a handful of hair before kissing him softly. Keeping the kiss soft and chaste Jasmine couldn't resist the urge to wriggle a bit more and wrap her legs more tightly round his waist, setting herself so she rested right at his groin.

Before she could do anything else, though, Jasmine heard a knock on the door and pulled away from Bartiel just before she heard someone slip a key into the lock and push the door open. "I see how you're gonna be, sit in here and make out with the pretty one while you leave me all out here by my lonesome. I think I'm prettier than he is," a familiar voice said and Jasmine turned to see her best friend standing in the doorway pouting.

The teen in the door looked to be about 17, pale enough that the faint lines of his veins could be seen beneath his flesh, with dark hair that fell down his back. Though his slightly angular face was pouting his bright blue eyes danced with suppressed laughter, delicate face still managing to look put out, though. "Saimen," Jasmine giggled, looking between Bartiel and her friend. "Well, you are prettier, but I don't think I want to have sex with you," she grinned, snuggling closer to Bartiel before another teen popped his head into the room.

"I hope not, I called him first!" The second teen was the direct opposite of Saimen; skin so dark it held blue and purple highlights, hair cropped short and spiked stiff with gel, and eyes the color of ebony.

Jasmine shook her head slightly and unwound herself from Bartiel with a smile. "Bartiel, this is Saimen and Antony, my two best friends in the entire world, and the cutest couple I've ever seen," she purred, watching Antony step behind Saimen and wrap his arms around the slightly smaller teen before setting his head on his shoulder. Saimen and Antony were separated by only a few inches in height and neither of them quite reached 5'9, with Atony being the closest at 5'8.
 
Bartiel murmurred into the kiss, breathing excitedly as she rested atop of his groin. That's it, he definitely couldn't wait, even though he said he would. He began to slip his hand up her shirt just before she pulled away when we heard the lock open. He found himself blinking with the beginnings of a boner, staring at the figure who entered the room, somewhat surprised. “Um...” when Jasmine introduced him, he blinked, looking at Jasmine when she said Saimen was prettier than him. “That's just because I haven't done anything with my hair today,” he said, giving a little bit of a smile, deciding to play along.

Nodding, the redhead stood and chuckled, shaking his head. “I think you're wrong; Vision and whomever he's with is gonna be the cutest kid ever, but that's because Vision is pocket-sized, anyways,” he said, bowing to the two older boys just slightly. “I'm Bartiel Schwarz Onyx the Second. Pleased to make your aquaintance,” he said, using his full formal name, something he did when meeting new people, looking at them, wondering why they had a key.

He wasn't jealous or afraid that she was cheating on him, but it did mean that he was allowed to walk in and interrupt them whenever he pleased.
 
Jasmine couldn't help but giggle when Bartiel introduced himself and she watched her friends look him over. "My my, she found herself a pretty one this time," Saimen whispered to Antony, who just smiled, flashing white teeth to the room. "Just look at that hair, bet the little one has fun with it." A second later Saimen let out a sound near a giggle and looked at Jasmine. "I approve, I approve."

Jasmine laughed and slid off the bed, bouncing over to the elder teens to get a hug from them both. "I would hope so, he's going to be coming to the rave with me tonight. I'd hate to have to put up with the two of you if you didn't approve." Turning, all three of them looked at Bartiel, and it seemed that Jasmine wasn't the only one thinking about how he looked without his clothes on.

Clearing her throat she looked at her friends and put on a feigned stern expression. "Now out, boys. We were in the middle of a very important discussion," Jasmine said, fighting a smile as both the older teens looked from her to Bartiel. "Well excuse us, little missy. I'll let you two go back to your discussion," Saimen chuckled, turning and pulling Antony along with him, closing the door.
 
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