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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Delilah sighed as she worked in the garden. Honestly, it was...kind of boring, almost. Incredibly quiet, and hot as hell. Bartiel and Vision were gone for the summer, Jasmine wasn't around because Bartiel was gone, and Lowe was off getting getting fertilizer from the store. With a groan and a sigh, she laid back on the grass in front of her garden before slowly closing her eyes, reaching up and putting her sunhat atop her head. It was such a wonderful, bright, sunny day...

And she was such a pale-skinned redhead that if she wasn't careful she'd sunburn where her somewhat old, well-loved and age-stained baby blue 'gardening dress' didn't cover, like her arms. Deciding to head back inside, she left her gardening tools out, going in to grab a glass of lemonade. While pouring the lemonade, she glanced over, hearing the computer let out a small beep, glancing over, getting a message from Vision. With a smile, she replied with one hand one hand, looking over at the phone. Although Vision came onto Yahoo and talked to her every day, Bartiel said he'd be calling later tonight, since he hated computers.

It was an odd choice, but Vision said that he wanted to go to a Japanese Cram School in the middle of summer to further his education. Bartiel, of course, wanted no part in it, but he agreed to go along to make sure that Vision wouldn't get bullied or messed with. He said that he'd miss Jasmine, but seeing as they didn't even live in the same town since they weren't in the dorms anymore, it wouldn't be all that much of a difference.

Except Bartiel, despite saying he'd call every day, hadn't been calling. It worried her a little, but he was always a bit too independent. Although he stopped running off, thank god. Vision had been expression concerns though about him going and beating the crap out of a bancho, though...whatever the hell a bancho is.
 
"Leave me the hell alone" Jasmine screamed over her shoulder, slamming the door to her room before rushing to the closet. From the opposite end of the house the sounds of breaking glass and something solid hitting a wall made their way to her ears, yelling following soon after. "I've got to get out of here, can't take it anymore, I've got to get away from here." Words tumbling out beneath her breath Jasmine threw a few more clothes into the bag on her bed.

Pausing a moment and finally gathering the courage to venture out of the room, Jasmine darted down the hall to snag the phone, dialing even before her mind had settled on whom to call. Without even thinking she'd dialed Delilah's number, mumbling under her breath and praying that the beautiful woman would be home.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," Jasmine breathed softly, one hand holding the phone as the other wrapped around her waist. Jumping slightly when someone knocked on her door, Jasmine turned quickly, only to see her mother open the door, trademark smile securely in place even as Jasmine heard the familiar roar of her father's truck in the drive.

"Sweetheart, you really shouldn't upset your father like that," Lilly said, voice not even the slightest bit shaky as she began to gather up clothes and books off the floor of Jasmineâ??s room. â??He means well, you know, he just doesnâ??t like it when you go out with all those boys. Remember what happened the last time?â?

Ignoring her mother Jasmine listened the ringing of the phone in her hand, almost desperate for Delilah to answer. Please, please, PLEASE be home.
 
Delilah was getting ready to ream Bartiel a new asshole when she found out from Vision that 'Bancho' generally meant 'High School Gang Leaders', and Bartiel was just running about beating them up. Still, she remained calm and relayed the message that Bartiel was 'Not supposed to beat up other high school students, even though he's only 17 and won't be tried as an adult yet'. Vision promised he would relay the message, but also gave his opinion that his older brother wouldn't listen. There was much hilarity, only rather than hilarity it as the concern of a mother.

Then the phone rang, and Delilah practically dashed over to it, but when she saw the name on the called ID, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of sadness. She'd really hoped that it was her older son calling because he promised he'd call, and so she could chew him out, but seeing that it was Jasmine, she smiled a bit. The girl really was a good girl. Bartiel had done horribly to her sometimes, but that was just because he saw her outer(and inner) strength and forgot that despite maturity, a nymphomaniac libido, and a good front, she was still a little girl deep down and that he needed to pamper her more.

Picking up the phone, Delilah smiled, speaking in a sweet tone. “Hello, this is the Schwarz Residence, Delilah speaking,” she said politely, hoping to hear good news from the younger girl.
 
Having been practically holding her breath Jasmine let out a sigh when Delilah answered, sinking down onto her bed. "Hi, Delilah," Jasmine began, trying to sound cheerful, though even she could hear how her voice cracked for a moment. Clearing her throat and forcing herself to take a deep breath Jasmine bit into her lip for a moment before continuing. "I know that Bartiel and Vision aren't there, and I don't really want to be a bother, so feel free to say no before I even ask, but I....well, I was wondering if you might let me stay for a few days. I know it's not much notice but I need to get out of the house, and I though....well, I-I thought that you might let me stay....I won't be a bother, and it really is alright if you don't want me to stay, but I needed to call someone, and you were the first one I thought of." Forcing herself to stay and actually take a breath Jasmine swallowed a small hiccup of a sob and bit into her lower lip again.

"I'm sorry, I should have emailed you or something before just calling all of ta sudden like this..." chewing on her lower lip and scooting on her bed until she was tucked in the corner Jasmine pulled her knees to her chest, resting her forehead against her knees as she paused, closing her eyes and forcing herself to take a deep breath so she wouldn't start crying over the phone.
 
Delilah smiled as she heard Jasmine's voice... but as she heard the cracking of her voice, Delilah's smile slowly faded. It faded more and more until it moved seamlessly into a frown as she found herself frowning as she listened to Jasmine, waiting for her to take a breath. “Jasmine, Jasmine,” she said quietly before she apologized about not e-mailing, Delilah bit her lip. “Jasmine, Jasmine, calm down,” she said, very softly, trying to bring a smile into her voice even though there was no way she could smile now. In knowing Jasmine such a short time she'd really grown to love the girl in a way. “Calm down, okay? I have Lowe heading into town to get groceries and seeds, so I'll have him swing by, okay?” Delilah asked very softly, smiling a little bit.

Poor Jasmine... I bet it was her asshole father, she thought to herself, but didn't say anything out loud. “Get your stuff ready and I'll take care of everything else. If your parents need to talk to me, I can talk,” she said, leaning against her desk with a little bit of a sigh, looking over at the screen, using one hand to type out to Vision that Jasmine was coming over to their house for a while, before quickly switching the screen and using MSN to send a message to Lowe's phone, softly 'shhing' Jasmine and telling her that everything would be alright.
 
Nodding slightly even though she knew Delilah couldn't see her, Jasmine forced herself to breathe so she wouldn't start hyperventilating. "Thank you," the small girl said softly, hugging her knees to her chest again as she forced herself to take calm, even breaths, even managing to give a half choked little laugh at herself as she leaned her head against her knees again. "I really am sorry for the sudden call, I didn't know if you were home or not. I was going to call later when things weren't so hectic but...." Letting the thought trail off Jasmine rubbed her eyes with the heal of one small hand.

Looking up to see her mother still standing in the middle of the room, Jasmine winced inwardly at the suddenly serious, almost cold expression on Lilly's face. "I think my mom needs to talk to you....I know dad won't be too happy with me staying," Jasmine said weakly before handing the phone to her mother, who had moved to stand beside the bed impatiently.

Like magic Lilly's smile faded and she practically glowed with good humor even though Delilah couldn't see her. "Hello, this is Jasmine's mother. I'm sorry for her calling unexpectedly like this. There's simply been a misunderstanding and I'd hate for her to burden you. I'm certain it won't be necessary for her to stay with you."
 
Delilah listened as Jasmine slowly calmed down. “Don't worry about it. I guess I need to give you my cell phone number so you can get ahold of me when nessessary, huh?” she asked wryly, before she heard Jasmine wince softly. She frowned, but as Lilly picked up, Delilah decided to put on the cheeriest voice that she could, in order to counteract Lilly's over-cheeriness.

“There's no need to apologize for an unexpected call; after all, if one must always expect their calls, does that mean that someone should walk over to let you know you'll call in a few hours?” Delilah said with her wry humor, but when she mentioned the burden, Delilah let out a soft giggle. “Really, it would be no burden at all. I adore Jasmine, and besides; both my boys are studying abroad this summer and without Vision making stuff blow up in his lab and without the dull sound of Bartiel repetitively hitting his punching bag, it's gotten awfully quiet and lonely here,” Delilah said with a very soft sigh.

“And besides, even if it's just a misunderstanding, and it's not nessessary doesn't mean it's not a good idea. Sometimes even if you don't need to, the best thing to do is to get away from something that frusturates you so you can look at it from a different angle, after all,” Delilah said in a sage manner.
 
Jasmine listened as best she could to both sides of the conversation, but without leaving to pick up a different line, or her mother putting it on speaker, she was stuck guessing at what Delilah said. Curious when her mother's smile faltered for a moment, the small girl sat up a bit more and blinked at her, asking if she could stay quietly, though her question was waved away.

"Well," Lilly began slowly. "Seeing as both your boys are gone for the summer, and Jasmine has been stuck in the house, I'm sure it would be alright with my husband if she were to come by for a little while, perhaps even stay a night or two, but only if she wouldn't be a bother."

Even though her mother spoke slowly, as if trying to think of a way to talk herself out of agreeing, Jasmine bounced on her bed, quickly jumping from the mattress and pushing a few more clothes and various items into two duffle bags. At that point, she was excited enough to even willing hug her mother, though she knew that the woman would stiffen in her embrace. Quickly kissing her mother's cheek Jasmine darted out of her room to grab shampoo, soap, and a few other things so that she'd be ready to go the moment Lowe pulled into the drive.
 
Delilah gave a smile and nodded. “Good. You don't need to worry about any real sort of time limit; as I've said, it gets sort of lonely here, and I've been meaning to ask Jasmine how to make the dishes that Bartiel's taught her, since my son long lost patience with teaching me to cook,” she said, trying to keep the conversation light and find excuses for Jasmine to stick around. It was partially true, though; Bartiel had given Jasmine as a random present a handwritten cookbook of his favorite recipes, including a couple he made himself... and he'd also tried to teach Delilah to cook, but long-since given up on his lethal chef mother.

“Either way, my husband will be along to pick her up shortly, so make sure she has all her things. Lowe doesn't really like coming into town when he can avoid it, so he probably won't come back to pick it up if she forgets her toothbrush or favorite teddy bear,” Delilah said with a smile.
 
Jasmine heard bits and pieces of the women's conversation, though she wasn't privy to the entire thing. Rushing about to make sure she collected everything she could possibly need, and making certain to grab her favorite stuffed things, as well as her make-up, sketch pad, pencils, and the cookbook that Bartiel had given her. From the other side of the room Jasmine heard something rare, her mother actually stuttering, trying to find some way to talk herself out of letting Jasmine stay.

"Well...I'm not sure...alright then...if we need her back I'm sure my husband would be willing to come get her..."

Hearing her sweet tongued mother tripping over herself made Jasmine giggle, and she quickly hopped over and took the phone from her. "Thank you for letting me stay, Delilah, I promise I won't be too much trouble. Oh, I'm bringing the cookbook Bartiel gave me, I'm going to try teaching you to cook, well, at least pretend to," Jasmine purred.
 
Delilah smiled as she could tell the woman was desperately trying to find some excuse to keep Jasmine around. That's how they differed; those who wanted to seem like polite, good people, or were but lacked confidence in their feelings, would try to justify their actions if they couldn't do it behind somebody's back. Those who were like Delilah... well, if Vision wanted to do something like this and Delilah didn't want to let him, the only person she'd explain herself to would be Vision. And if he did want to go for some reason, she'd say yes, so the point was moot anyways.

“You're welcome, Jasmine,” Delilah said, beeming softly. “But while I don't mind you calling me by name, you might want to call me Mrs. Schwarz in front of other adults. People will like you more if you show respect to your elders, which I am older,” Delilah teased, smiling as she looked over at her computer. “Honey says that he'll be there to pick you up in half an hour,” Delilah said, mirth on her voice.
 
Jasmine was still smiling when she nodded, agreeing with Delilah wholeheartedly, so she simply stuffed the few things in her arms into her bag. â??I understand completely Miss Delilah, I donâ??t call you Mrs. Schwarz when I speak to you because my mother doesnâ??t know who you are if I call you anything besides Delilah,â? Jasmine giggled softly, practically purring again as she glanced at the clock.

While sheâ??d been speaking to her boyfriendâ??s mother, Jasmine had heard her own mother walk out of the room, shaking her head slightly, and the small girl was certain that the woman was trying to figure out just how she would managed to get Jasmine back to the house without having to convince Jasmine it was a good idea to leave.

â??I donâ??t think my mother likes you too much,â? Jasmine giggled softly, brushing a lock of dark hair behind one ear. â??Sheâ??s used to people giving in to her because sheâ??s so nice all the time. I think you confuse her.â? Still smiling Jasmine crawled up onto her bed, curling herself in a corner as she began to brush her hair, counting brush strokes in her mind even as she stared out the window, hoping that sheâ??d see Lowe before her father decided to come back home. Even as the thought popped into her head, Jasmine knew that her father wouldnâ??t be home for a few hours at least, whenever he had a major blow up heâ??d spend whatever was left of his paycheck out at the bars with the guys, never drinking all that much himself, but buying rounds for any of his friends that just happened to be there.
 
Delilah giggled a bit when she said that her mother didn't like her too much. “The trick isn't to simply be nice and expect people to buckle, you have to be nice and outwit people so you can still get exactly what you want because nobody can refuse without looking like a bitch,” Delilah said proudly, grinning. “You'll need that skill if you stay with Bartiel. ...Actually, I dunno if it'll help that much with him, he doesn't care what he looks like,” she thought to herself, smiling just a little bit. “If I confuse her, it's just because I'm smarter than her,” Delilah said happily.

It actually wasn't too long before Lowe showed up, a little bit less than half an hour. He showed up wearing...some very old clothes that looked like they were for gardening, slightly stained with dirt, with a toolbelt with a small trowel hanging from it, as well as pockets for seeds, and even a watering can. Visible on the toolbelt was the symbol that Vision had started engraving on everything that he made as a way of saying 'Made by Vision Vibrant!' Knocking on the door, he waited, somewhat impatiently.

It was also worth noting that rather than riding one of the motorcycles that Bartiel and Delilah loved so much, he was driving a mini-van.
 
Jasmine giggled along with Delilah, purring happily as she waited for Lowe. Spotting the minivan before he'd even pulled into the drive, Jasmine slid out of her bed, telling Delilah goodbye before hanging up. Just as she heard his knock at the door Jasmine was down the hall, dufflebags over her shoulder. Dropping the heavy bags before opening the door, the small girl grinned broadly at Lowe and nearly pounced on him in her hurry to give him a hug.

"Hi Mr. Schwarz," she purred, grinning up at him, "I hope it wasn't too much trouble to come get me," the small girl purred sweetly, brushing a lock of stray hair away from her eyes as she turned and grabbed her bags, managing to balance them rather easily considering that they most likely weighed nearly half of her own weight.

Dressed in a simple pair of low riding jeans and black corsetted tank top, it was obvious from the way that the jeans had faded that Jasmine had had them for quite some time. Having not even bothered to put on her shoes, Jasmine's all black Converse were dangling from one small hand, her small feet bare on the sun warmed porch. Thanks to genetics, the small girl had tanned a delightful golden brown despite her usual avoidence of the sun, so she looked almost like a little Hawaiian doll.

"I made sure I packed anything I could possibly need so that you didn't have to go out of your way to bring me back to the house," she beamed.
 
Lowe smiled as she pounced, picking her up and giving her a tight hug, giving her a very soft spin before setting her down. He was the frighteningly huge stepfather of Bartiel, adoptive father of Vision, and just general all-around scary-as-hell guy, but he was also an incredibly friendly person. Reaching up he ruffled her hair for a moment before kneeling down and picking up her bags, taking them effortlessly from her hands. “It's no problem, Jasmine,” he said, politely. “Anything for the girl who helps keep my sons in line,” he said, smiling, acknowlaging her effect on Vision, too, even if it was a bit less direct.

“Good, though, because I'm not gonna come back into town for no reason,” he said, returning to his more gruff manner before opening the minivan's door and callously tossing Jasmine's things in the back. “Say goodbye to your home for a couple days, Jasmine...is what I should be saying, but I get the feeling it'll be more than a couple days,” Lowe said alloud, but quietly so that Jasmine's mother wouldn't have the chance to overhear before he shook his head, getting in the driver's seat to wait for Jasmine.
 
Grinning at Lowe and brushing her fingers quickly through her slightly mussed hair, the small girl looked back at the large, two story house that sheâ??d grown up in, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose when she spotted her mother watching them from the kitchen window. Instead, Jasmine waved at her mother, blowing her a kiss only to be rewarded with a slight frown before the woman waved back.

â??I know itâ??s mean, but I kind of hope that I donâ??t have to come back for a while, I donâ??t really want to deal with dad,â? Jasmine said, almost to herself as she climbed into the minivan. Giving Lowe another smile and quickly putting on her seatbelt, the small girl curled herself into the seat, resting her cheek against the window. â??I just hope they remember to feed my cat, heâ??s a grouchy old thing but I love him,â? she smiled, unable to help a giggle. â??Just like Bartiel,â? the small girl purred, umable to help a small laugh, â??they both grumble and growl then theyâ??re tired and donâ??t play well with others.â?
 
Lowe nodded. “My father was a drunk,” he said understandingly. “A good father most of the time, but also a drunk at other times,” he said as they quickly pulled away. He didn't look at her, but when she compared the cat to his stepson, Lowe smiled a bit. “Yes, that does sound quite a bit like Bartiel. Difference being that Bartiel feeds himself,” he said with some amusement, smiling a bit as he drove.

It was half an hour before Lowe arrived at home, pulling up to the rather large, two-story house where the Schwarz family lived. Delilah, by that time, was back out in the sun, looking a bit overly tanned, as Lowe stepped out, giving a light smile at his wife. “Honey, did you remember to wear sunblock...?” he asked, causing her to pause right there. “Sunblock...shoot, I forgot to reapply it!” she said, before running back into the house as Lowe shook his head and gave a light sigh. “Poor Delilah and Bartiel have to wear so much sunblock in the summer...” he said before opening the back and picking up the bags. “Our guest room is full of crap right now, so you'll just have to sleep in Bartiel's room. I hope you don't mind, but it smells unfortunately like him,” Lowe said, letting out a light sigh.
 
Smiling and grabbing the smaller of her bags Jasmine shrugged slightly, tucking another lock of hair behind one small ear as she looked over the house. â??I donâ??t mind, since heâ??s not here that just means I can clean,â? Jasmine giggled, giving Lowe a grin. â??I love you boys, but sometimes you can smell really bad.â? Voice light and cheery Jasmine just grinned at Lowe, already trying to decide if cleaning would be worth annoying Bartiel since sheâ??d be forced to rearrange as well.

Shading her eyes with one small hand, Jasmine looked up at the sky, noting that the sun seemed to be getting bigger by the minute. She could already feel the familiar almost burn of her skin soaking up the rays, and knew sheâ??d be tanned a bit darker before she had a chance to get into the house. â??Ugh, I do feel sorry for Bartiel and Delilah, though, I complain about being able to tan under a 60 watt bulb, but it means that I donâ??t really have to worry about sun block.â? Refurring to the nice even tan already covering her arms and the majority of her body, Jasmine shrugged slightly. "Oh well, inside we go? If you guys don't mind, I'm kind of tempted to join you out here gardening."
 
Bartiel had decided one very important thing. Fuck my life was what he had decided. In Japan he went to study abroad with Vision, and ended up getting into a fight with some delinquent gangs at a local high school. Hilarity ensued when he beat the crap out of them. Then came an absolute hilarious little bit where just about every high school gang had been trying to get him to join them, something that he thoroughly disagreed with, among other things because it would have involved staying in Japan and transferring into one of their regular schools, when he barely knew enough Japanese to properly insult someone.

So he came home. He didn't want Vision getting caught up in that shit. He could take care of himself; those tough-guy japanese high school gangs, while more prevolent, were less into guns and murder violence, but they could still give Vision a seriously hard time. What he didn't, do, though, was tell anyone he was coming home. So when he came home at about 2 PM and opened the door, needless to say, everyone was shocked to see him.

Wearing the black, trenchcoat like coat which a bancho commonly wore(Being given one after utterly beating the crap out of the top-ranked members of one high school's gang) and his glasses, he looked stupidly at his mom who was dumbfounded when he just walked right in. “...Aren't you supposed to be in Japan?” was all Delilah could think to ask her son she hadn't heard from in two weeks. He shrugged.

“Too many people picked fights with me so I stole their clothes and came home,” he said, causing his mother to look even more dumbfounded. “...Don't worry, I got a refund from the cram school you sent us to. For me, anyways. Vision's still there. I left because if I stayed the gangs would've just caused him trouble,” Bartiel said with a soft smile to his mom. “Don't worry, he's in good hands.”
 
â??The world is not enough/ but it is such a perfect place to start, my love/ and if youâ??re strong enough/ together we can build a place to start, my love. Gah! That songâ??s going to be stuck in my head all day,â? I grumbled, still humming the tune to the James Bond song beneath my breath. Over the last few days of cooking, cleaning, gardening, and doing other random things around the house the laundry had piled up, mounding in the corners of the room I was staying in until I couldnâ??t take it anymore. Finally after tripping over another one of Bartielâ??s dirty shirts that Iâ??d found hidden in the closet, the call for fresh clothes and a clean place to walk won out.

Underwear in top drawer, T-shirts in second, jeans and pants in third, various other things that I donâ??t even see why he has, closet! Grinning to myself and practically bouncing around the room, it wasnâ??t long until everything was put away and the room was once again spotless. With clean clothes now the majority, and my clothes in need of a wash thanks to the strange need to garden, it only took a second for me to exchange the jeans and t-shirt for a small black skirt and tight red babydoll tank top.

When Iâ??d first gotten to the house Bartielâ??s room had been a mess, a disaster area, some place that only a teenage boy could live in. Now, it was clean, nearly spotless, and my things had gotten mixed in with his after Iâ??d cleaned. Shrugging slightly and imagining the look on his face when he finally got home I took one last look at the clean room before heading out to the livingroom.

Barely paying attention as I listed off things that needed to be done in my head, it took a minute for my mind to process that no, the male voice I was hearing wasnâ??t Lowe, it was Bartiel, and it took a moment longer for me to realize that I really wasnâ??t hearing things. At that moment I rounded the corner to see Bartiel standing in the door, looking like a villain from some obscure manga or cheezy horror flick. Eyes widening it only took a few blinks to take everything in before I turned to look at Delilah, oh, excuse me, Mrs. Schwarz.

â??Please tell me Iâ??m not the only one who sees the really tall red-head with the bad wardrobe.â? Managing somehow to keep my face completely straight, I look between Delilah and Lowe before turning to look back at my boyfriend, wondering if the trenchcoat would be reason enough to break things off if he refused to let me burn it.
 
There was a long pause. A very long one. When I saw you, I found myself staring. I was going to wait a few days before telling you I was back in town so I would have time to rest and recover from jetlag before you passionately attacked me like some kind of beast in heat. That and so I could hide my badass banchou coat. The only nice thing about getting attacked by a bunch of punk kids in Japanese gangs? They wear awesome coats.

“I see a really tall redhead with a bad wardrobe,” Papa said, nodding. “And I see my beautiful son whose wardrobe is normally wonderful but he's wearing the tackiest coat ever,” Mom said, some tears forming in her eyes as she approached me. I'm very glad for my martial arts training now, because while you wouldn't think it's that difficult, being tackle-hugged by a woman about the same weight as you and keeping standing isn't the easiest thing in the world. She knocked the air out of my lungs and stunned me for a moment as I wobbled back, almost completely collapsed underneith my beautiful, but overly energetic, mother's weight. “C-calm down, Mom,” I said to her as she squeezed me tighter. “I missed you so much and you're never going to college you're just gonna stay here with Mama forever!” Mom said, choking the life out of me as tears filled her eyes.

Sheesh, it wasn't like I didn't disappear for days at the boarding school, either... still, I managed to get her off of me without losing my life to strangulatoin, giving my mom a kiss on the cheek and a soft smile. “I missed you too...” I said, smiling to Papa as he approached and gave me a strong hug with a firm pat on the back, but without the waterworks or the trying to kill me. After he was gone, he stepped aside, as if to let me approach you.

Looking at you, I swallowed, smiling softly. I looked weary, and I was exausted from the plane ride. I wanted to run up, hug you, and kiss you, and then go right the fuck to sleep, but I feel too tired to even do the first step. “...I missed you, leanan,” I said, softly as I looked into your eyes. I'd taken to using the gaelic word for 'sweetheart'. Of course, it meant 'concubine' too, but I primarily meant Sweetheart.
 
Smiling and keeping my place by the couch I laughed as Delilah practically attacked you, grinning from ear to ear as the greetings continued before your attention turned to me. Chewing on my lower lip for a minute I smiled up at you, drinking in every detail of your face for a moment before finally giving in to the urge that had been bubbling up up in my chest since Iâ??d first heard your voice.

Without waiting for another word I ran to you, jumping at the last minute so that I could wrap arms and legs around you. Holding onto you tightly I clung to you limpet like, making it rather obvious that I had no plan on letting go until I was ready.

â??I missed you so much,â? I mew, the words ending it what felt suspiciously like a half sob. Arms wrapped around your neck, head tucked against yours as I gave a squeeze and pulled back enough to see you clearly. Small hands cupping your face I smile slightly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek before curling one hand in your hair, using the long locks to pull you to me for a kiss. Feeding at your mouth as if you were the last solid thing in the world, and wrapping my legs more tightly around you, I hold tightly until a small sound pulls from my chest. Trying to decide whether to laugh, cry, or drag you to your room and just fuck you, I finally settled for pulling away from the kiss and burying my face against your neck, clinging to you once more as my eyes closed tightly.

â??Ego amor vos,â? I sigh against your ear, repeating the latin words over and over in my head. I love you, I love you, I love you.
 
I watched you, my body weak but my spirit strong as I gazed into your eyes. My title for you seemed to ring out like a shot as you flung yourself towards me, and I caught you. Thank god you're lighter than mom. As you held onto me, I wobbled, but moved, spinning you around and holding you tight, smiling blissfully, my hand placing itself on the back of your head. It'd only been a couple weeks but it felt like so long. I was addicted, though, and had no intention of quitting my addiction.

Holding onto you, I took in your smell, the sound of your breath, the quiet, almost sobbing sound of your voice as you held onto me before you pulled back. Holding on, I made sure that you didn't fall as you pulled back to look at me. My eyes met yours, and I leaned in even before your hand found itself in my hair, and I pressed my lips to yours, kissing you deeply, lovingly, but soon that kiss of chaste affection grew deeper as you fed on my mouth. I moaned and let out a small sound of joy that was so tiny my parents couldn't hear it, my hand in your hair tightening just a little bit for a moment before you pulled away from the kiss.

Hearing the whispered phrase, I smiled. “Ego amor vos,” I whispered back to you, holding and cuddling you very softly. I felt like I had the strength of ten men, holding you up, smiling as I cradled you in my arms, smiling at my parents. Mom looked like she was planning a wedding. Papa looked uncomfortable at our display of affection in front of them, but Papa looked uncomfortable at a lot of things. Smiling, I gently stroked your neck as I nodded to them. “So Japan was fun. Lots of interesting food. Had to turn down a lot of girls,” I squeezed you as I mentioned that bit. “I got a really sick coat. I give an A plus,” I said, grinning as my parents both frowned at the last bit.

Hrmph. They just don't know badass clothes when they see them.
 
After having proven to myself that you were real, I was more willing to loosen my grip on you, though Iâ??d still made no move to let go my hold. Eyes closed and body relaxing a familiar calm stole over my body, the warm tingle that spread from somewhere in my chest to every limb until I simply felt secure. It was akin to the feeling one got on a cold winterâ??s night wrapped in their favorite blanket, a good book in hand and a glass of steaming hot cocoa sitting at their elbow. It was a feeling of utter contentment and peace, as if everything was perfect and nothing in the world could possibly go wrong, at least not while you were in your safe place, and in my cage, that was you. The familiar sound of your voice beside my ear brough a smile to my face as I took a deep breath, drinking in the sound and scent of you eagerly.

Not even shocked at the news of girls in Japan, I couldnâ??t resist the urge to turn my head, pressing my lips against your ear. Being careful to make certain that only you hear the next words, I smile against your lobe, cheek rubbing against yours in an almost cat like gesture. â??They can look all they want, but itâ??s me youâ??ll be fucking.â? Grinning and tucking my head back against your neck I sigh happily, eyes closing as a low, happy purr begins to trickle from the depths of my chest. â??I will admit, though, I like the coat, even if it is a little tacky.â?

"Next time you have to take me with you," I pipped up with a purr, rubbing my cheek against your neck again before sitting up. Arms still wrapped around your neck I simply intertwined my fingers and leaned back a bit, keeping my arms braced so I wouldn't fall. "That way we can dress you like a manga villian and I can dress up as the cute little lolita side-kick with multiple personalities!" Giggling again and hugging you once again I finally force myself to unwrap from around you, knowing that you must be exhausted from the trip. Sliding to the floor quickly I resist the urge to drag my body down yours, remembering almost too late that Lowe didn't know our dirty little secret, though Delilah was privy to it, and much, much more.

Once on the ground again I didn't even pause before settling myself against you, small arps wrapping around your waist so I could keep my head against your body and listen to the thick, steady thump of your heart. "I wonder how many cute Japanese boys I'd have to fight off," I mused, grinning up at you sweetly before looking at Delilah. "I'm betting lots of them like cute little lolita girls."
 
I smiled as your body loosely hung off of mine. I enjoyed having you around; your small body felt...right in my arms. You were precious, and protecting you made me feel like I had some purpose. I relaxed, weakly holding onto you as I began to remember exactly how tired I was from the flight and from all the hilarity in Japan. Still, I wasn't going to drop you. For a moment I wobbled, but then I heard you whisper and I grinned. My cheeks no longer reddened and I no longer felt shame; you were my girlfriend and in many ways, my Mistress. When you purred, I smiled, looking at you, regaining another burst of energy as I enjoyed the feel of your body vibrating with a purr against mine.

“See? Told you the coat was awesome,” I said, grinning a bit, but when you mentioned coming along next time, I gave a weak smile. “Oh, no. I only went to babysit Vision 'til I was sure that he would be fine. It's hard enough keeping an eye on a thirteen-year-old inventor, I don't also wanna have to track a fourteen-year-old lolicon bait,” I teased, smiling, and then shaking my head with a chuckle when you mentioned the idea of a lolita side-kick. As you dropped to the floor I was simotaniously sad that you were no longer in my arms and happy that if I passed out you wouldn't fall with me.

Placing a hand on your back, gently, I smiled as I noticed a hesitation in the way you moved. You were probably gonna do something very sexy, but with Lowe around it was a good idea to hold back. Upon the mention of the cute Japanese boys, I suddenly adopted a stern face. “...No Japanese boys for you. Your eighth-chinese boyfriend's good enough,” I said, leaning down and kissing your lips softly...before yawning right in front of you.

Damn...so freaking tired. “Anyways...” I stood up, rubbing my eyes. I was still awake, but had at most an hour in me unless I got some caffine, and I didn't even want that hour. “...I just got off the plane. I'm gonna go get some rest,” I said, smiling and giving Mom a hug, Papa a hug, and you a kiss on the lips. “I'm sorry I can't entertain you better, Jasmine, but you weren't expecting me anyways, so...” at that I turned to my room.

“Um, Bartiel...” Mom started to speak up as I headed back towards my room. I didn't know, but she was gonna tell me that Jasmine had been staying in there. “Whatever it is, it can wait,” I said flatly, before Papa blinked, then looked your way. “Well we'll just have to put you up in Vision's room now...”
 
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