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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Delilah smiled brightly. “It's good to be well-read. I don't get to read as much as I wish I could. There's only so many books at the hospital,” she commented, putting an arm around the little girl as husband and wife exchanged presents, but they decided to open their presents later, due to their presents to eachother being somewhat lewd and not wanting to show them off in front of the kids.

At that point, the brothers exchanged presents. Vision got a new toolset, and Bartiel got a new kitchen knife. After shaving off a small bit of his thumbnail to test it, he gave it a thumbs up. From Vision, Delilah got a set of aromatherapy candles, and Lowe got a battery recharger from Vision, and a cookbook from Bartiel. At that, Lowe raised an eyebrow and looked at his older son. “Are you insinuating I can't cook?”

“No. I'm flat-out saying it. You can't cook,” he said, though there were no malice in the words. At that, Lowe nodded. “Which is why we had you make breakfast.” Bartiel nodded as that was the cue to go get breakfast. “Jasmine helped,” he gave her some credit as he sat down at the table. Delilah gently guided Jasmine over to the table, sitting her next to Bartiel and herself, sitting beside Lowe, who sat next to Vision. For a moment, they paused as they expected Bartiel or Vision or someone to say something, occasionally glancing at Jasmine as if wondering if she would want to pray.

“...I'm hungry,” was what Lowe said, and at that they all started eating.
 
Settled against Delilah's side as everyone finished exchanging presents Jasmine smiled, happy to follow Bartiel's mother into the kitchen for breakfast. "I didn't make much," she protested, taking her seat beside Bartiel, "just the omelets and the pancakes. I hope everyone likes them." Waiting patiently for someone to either start eating or say something Jasmine noticed the looks, wondering if any one was going to pray. She wouldn't protest it, though she didn't really see the need to pray. Glad when Lowe finally spoke Jasmine let out a small sigh of relief and began to eat.

Taking her time and eating slowly Jasmine softly rubbed her wrist against her leg, feeling the bracelet that Bartiel had given her press into her skin slightly. Realizing that the bracelet had actually left its own bruises round her wrist Jasmine couldn't help a small smile, hiding it by taking another bite of her pancake.
 
Lowe was the first one to speak up about the pancakes. “...They're good,” he said, before Vision elbowed him. “Don't compliment people so dispassionately, Papa! Say what you mean!” he said, causing Lowe to smile a little. “...They're very good,” he said, causing Vision to pout. “Sorry about that. Papa is like that,” he said softly.

As they ate, Delilah smiled, softly brushing her leg up against Jasmine's. Unbeknownst to her, Bartiel was doing the exact same thing, leaving Jasmine sandwhiched between two people who were obviously attracted to her; her boyfriend and his mother. Still, the others occasionally complimented Jasmine's cooking prowess, and Bartiel's as well, as they talked about things like a normal family. With the exception of occasionally referring to the mental hospital.

At one point, Delilah looked up to Lowe. “So are you going to go to your girlfriend's house anytime today?” she asked, causing Lowe to look up and blink. “Well...It's Christmas. We can spend it together,” he said with a smile, and Delilah smiled. “It's okay if you want to go drop off her present. Tell Lana I said hi,” she said. Bartiel leant over and whispered quietly to Jasmine, “My parents have an open marriage. Mom spends too much time at the mental hospital, and when she isn't there, her libido is too high for him,” he explained before going back to eating.
 
Enjoying the feel of being trapped between Delilah and Bartiel Jasmine softly dropped a hand to Delilah's thigh as she rubbed her leg against Bartiel's. Smiling as Lowe complimented her pancakes Jasmine blushed softly. "Thank you," she smiled, giggling as Vision frowned. "Don't worry about it, my dad's like that too," she smiled, sliding her fingers along Delilah's inner thigh before taking another bite of her pancake. Slightly curious about their conversation Jasmine nodded when Bartiel explained to her what it was about and she finished off the last of her food quickly.

Leaning back in her chair she smiled at Delilah and slid her other hand beneath the table as well, hand moving to Bartiel's thigh before she gave a soft squeeze and purred. Since she'd pulled her chair up close enough to the table it wasn't noticeable where her hands were and she was careful to keep from moving too much. So far she was thoroughly enjoying the day, she'd been nervous about meeting Bartiel and Vision's parents but things were turning out rather well, at least for the time being.
 
Delilah managed not to change her expression as she felt Jasmine's fingers slide up her inner thigh. Adjusting herself slightly, she moved so that she could carefully slip her hand up her dress and guide Jasmine's hand a little closer between her legs to where it was warm and where her thighs became just slightly damp before she continued to, very gracefully, eat her breakfast. “You're a fine pair of cooks, it would seem,” she said, turning to the children and smiling softly at them, reaching over and ruffling Jasmine's hair very slightly.

Breakfast did take a bit of time, because Delilah ate very slowly, moving gracefully like a delicate flower, trying to do everything, even chew, with poise. Vision finished not long after Jasmine did, but sat at the table and talked with Lowe about building things. Lowe also ate slowly. Bartiel probably ate faster than Jasmine did, and definitely ate faster than Vision, but he wasn't done, as he was, by now, on his third helping.
 
Jasmine brushed her fingers up Delilah's thighs until she came to the hollow in her thigh where thigh met groin. Not moving her fingers further than that Jasmine smiled at the elder woman's compliment, watching Bartiel eat as she shook her head. Keeping herself from saying anything she simply crossed one leg over the other, happy to listen to Vision and Lowe's conversation, amused by how involved the younger boy got.

"I'm glad you enjoy everything, I'd hate to disappoint in anything," Jasmine smiled in response to Delilah's compliment on her cooking. Giving her a bright smile and brushing her finger up and down Bartiel's thigh she hummed softly, thoroughly amused with everything that was happening thus far. Watching Bartiel work on his third serving of food she finally couldn't resist saying something. "Do you have a hollow leg," she asked with a smile, watching him eat quickly. "Where do you put all that food?" Resisting the urge to ask him if he'd done anything vigorous in the last few hours to bring his appetite up Jasmine just smiled and bit the inside of her lower lip to keep the words back.
 
Delilah gave a wry smile to the younger girl as she stopped. It had been a while since anyone actually stopped... well, it was probably for the best if they didn't continue; Lowe would be upset if she hit on a thirteen-year-old girl, even a sexy and well-developed one.

Lowe nodded, butting in very slightly when Jasmine mentioned that she was glad that it was enjoyed. "The food was good. You're a good cook. Better than all of us, at least. Except maybe Bartiel," he commented. Bartiel was the family cook. Delilah could kind of cook...kind of. Vision and Lowe, not so much. The redhead smiled softly at his girlfriend as he felt her hand on his thigh, though he rolled his eyes when he was asked where he put the food away.

"I just have a fast metabolism. I spend a lot of time practicing dance to burn off the energy at the end of the day," he explained. Of course, there were other uses for the energy, but he didn't mention them.

When Lowe finished eating, Vision pulled him to the living room to help him get the bike started before Lowe went to his girlfriend's house. Bartiel raised an eyebrow when he heard Vision asking if he could come along, and he gave a light sigh. Their mom didn't get much of a chance to come out, and it was Lowe who visited her every day. But then again... "I'm sorry we don't visit more often," Bartiel said to his mother who smiled.

"It's fine. Just come by when you can. And I don't mind if you bring a friend, or your girlfriend," Delilah said, leaning in and giving her a supposedly chaste kiss on the forehead, although Bartiel coughed. "I told you that you're wrong..." he said.
 
Smiling and blushing slightly as Lowe complimented her culinary skills Jasmine smiled at him before her attention returned to Bartiel. Again resisting the urge to comment she quickly turned her attention to Delilah, purring at the kiss even as Bartiel protested that they weren't dating. Not saying a thing she pulled her hands from their thighs and just smiled, pushing her chair back from the table as she began to collect the dishes.

"I'd love to come visit you," she smiled, "that is if the boys don't mind me coming along. It's not very often that I get away from the school so it'd be fun to stop by and see you. I'd love to braid your hair some time." Softly brushing against Delilah's arm as she reached across the table to pick up Lowe's plate. Humming softly as she began to clean Jasmine retrieved her own plate, snagging a piece of bacon from Bartiel's plate as she passed, smiling.
 
Bartiel didn't think that Jasmine would be very happy that he was denying their relationship, but she understood why, right? When he saw the bracelet on her arm, his eyes almost bulged out, realizing that if either of his parents saw it then it would be obvious as hell what Bartiel thought of her. Luckily Lowe was oblivious as hell; he probably saw the bracelet, but since the family crest was so faded on the onyx, he wouldn't suspect anything. Papa was sorta dumb like that.

“We don't mind at all! Right, Bartiel?!” Vision asked his brother cheerily, who rolled his eyes. “It's not exactly our place to deny her if mother wants more guests,” he said, before Vision practically jumped across the table to pull on Bartiel's hair. “Ow, ow!” “Don't say it so stoicly!”

Delilah smiled softly. “I would love for you to braid my hair. You did such a wonderful job as my son's hairdresser,” she said playfully as Bartiel and Vision had ended up wrestling on the ground. “Now say it like you mean it!” Vision yelled as Bartiel yelped. “Fine, fine!” he said, Vision letting go. ...Then Bartiel tackled Vision.

“Just let them go ahead and do their thing,” Lowe said coolly to Jasmine. “It will take more than a blow to the head to kill an idiot or two.”

“HEY!” they shouted simotaniously.
 
Jasmine watched Vision tugging on Bartiel's hair, easily walking around them to drop plates in the sink. Letting out a little yelp and jumping out of the way when Bartiel tackled his younger brother Jasmine just smiled at Lowe. "I've seen them do this before, it doesn't really faze me," she giggled, walking around the wrestling boys to continue cleaning. "Miss Delilah, I'd be honored to braid your hair, I think you'd look absolutely lovely with a four or five strand plait, perhaps even a long french braid or some others," she purred, finished clearing the table as she took her seat again.

Tugging down the sleeve of her camisole and hooking her thumb through the hole she successfully hid the bracelet again, pulling a knee to her chest as she watched the boys wrestle. "Vision be careful of his hair, it took me a long time to get it right," she warned, rolling her eyes at them. "They act just like my cousins except those boys are twins."
 
Vision whined when she said to be careful with his hair. “But that's his weak poi-Ow! That's it! KURAE!” “OW! Who taught you that one? They're a bastard!” “You did!” After a few minutes, the boys had tired themselves up, standing on opposite sides of the room, panting. Bartiel was wobbling a little, and Vision had a split lip, but after a moment they stood up straight, and Bartiel bowed. Vision flipped him the bird, and Bartiel looked up as Vision quickly hid his handsign. Bartiel raised an eyebrow but shrugged.

After a little while, Lowe stood up. “I think I'm gonna go now. Do you want to come along, Vision?” Lowe asked. Vision looked up, blinking, but he nodded. “Sure,” he said, looking to Delilah with a smile. “I'll make sure Papa comes back in one piece, okay? Since we all need to build that bike,” he said, going to get his shoes and his coat. It was like this at Christmastime; Lowe usually headed out so that Bartiel could spend some time alone with his mother. With Jasmine there, it would be up to them whether to send her away or not, but Vision should go with him.
 
Watching the boys fight Jasmine chuckled when Vision flipped off his elder brother but she didn't say anything, simply uncurled from her chair and stood, heading for the living room as Lowe and Vision got ready to leave. Though Bartiel had said it was alright for her to stay, she figured he'd like to spend some time alone with his mother so she'd set about cleaning, or leave if he asked.

Beginning to collect the paper and boxes from the boy's presents she worked quickly and quietly, clearing the living room and setting things back in their proper place in only a few minutes. Padding back into the kitchen to throw away the boxes and unnecissary things she sat Delilah's new book on the side table. Once in the kitchen Jasmine began filling one sink with hot water; since Vision and Lowe were gone she'd do the dishes while Bartiel and Delilah talked. It was the least she could do since they had made a bit of a mess cooking, besides that, she really didn't want to intrude.
 
Bartiel and Delilah cleaned up the front room, the two of them sitting in the chair and talking. They talked about lots of unnessessary things, lots of nessessary things, smiling and laughing. “You know, you don't have to emulate me so closely, Bartiel,” she said with a smile. Bartiel hesitated at that, frowning. “...It's not that I hate father, it's that I love you,” he said. He always called Lowe 'Papa'. She smiled softly. “It's alright, honey,” she said to her son, softly moving closer and kissing him gently on the lips. It wasn't a chaste kiss.

For a moment, Bartiel allowed her to kiss him, kissing back for the briefest of moments before he slowly pulled away, looking away, whispering, “No,” to which his mother smiled and hugged her softly, slipping her arms around him, softly hugging him to her body. He hugged back, before pulling away, giving her a very light smile. “Sorry,” he said, speaking to her in chinese. She smiled. “It's because you have a girlfriend now, isn't it,” she said, which caused him to tense and speak up. “Lowe wouldn't approve, but I don't really mind,” she said softly. “You smell the same. Eachothers' pheremones all over eachother, the same shampoo and conditioner, same soap, and she's wearing your bracelet. I can tell that you're lovers. She seems like a nice girl,” Delilah said to her son very softly, Bartiel only blushing in response.
 
Jasmine didn't pay much attention to Delilah and Bartiel's conversation as she continued cleaning up, finishing the last of the dishes as she set a pan to soak for a bit. Moving directly to the stove and beginning to clean up she hummed softly, wiping down every counter and cabinet, cleaning the table top and the stove top quickly before returning her attention to dishes. It wasn't long until she'd cleaned up everything that she possibly could clean. Sighing softly and leaning against the counter for a moment Jasmine finally pushed herself and padded back through the living room, headed for the bathroom; since she couldn't clean anything else in the kitchen she'd start on the bathroom.

Just was she walked through the living room Jasmine thought she was Delilah give Bartiel a none too chaste kiss but she just smiled and continued walking. Whatever was going on between Bartiel and his mother was their business, it wasn't Jasmine's place to question anything that happened between them, it wasn't like she'd not had her own experiences with family members, but those memories were best left forgotten.

"I'm going to go finish cleaning up," she piped up from behind the couch as she began down the hall, not wanting to surprise them with her presence or have them think she'd been eavesdropping.
 
Bartiel was somewhat thankful that Jasmine didn't notice that his mother had just about tried propositioning him for sex. Bartiel actually also reached puberty at an early age, when he was about 10, and his mother had been his lover until she married Lowe...and then they were still lovers sometimes. This would be the first Christmas since he was 10 that they hadn't slept together. Still, after the two finished with that discussion, the two went to do some martial arts training.

Bartiel actually ended up teaching Delilah some techniques and kata for once, the inverse being what was usually true. This time, though... Delilah got a bit too excited. While he was showing her a throw, all of a sudden she reversed, flipping him into the air. “Shit!” he yelped out, striking her arm while he was in mid-throw, rolling onto his feet. He didn't expect her to rush forward with a follow up, strike him in the solar plexus and uppercut him. He was unconcious before he hit the ground.

Didn't stop her from slamming her fist into his forehead and knocking him down even faster and harder. Bartiel was passed out on the ground, almost drooling, as Delilah calmed down. For a moment, she almost screamed, dropping to her knees. “Bartiel! I'm sorry!” she shouted, panicking. “Bartiel...?” she checked his vitals, relaxing just a little. He was unconcious, but alright.
 
As she cleaned Jasmine thought back on what would have been happening if she were home. Sure, she'd have seen her parents and friends but she began to wonder if her father would have been as happy to see her as he'd been the year before. that time she'd returned to the school bruised but extremely happy, stepping out of a car driven by her oblivious mother. Sometimes she wished that she had more in common with her mother, but at the same time she didn't want to be stuck always being so very nieve.

In the midst of cleaning Jasmine heard a yell from downstairs and looked up, blinking as she set down the bottle of disinfectant in her hands before she rushed out of the dorm. Seeing Delilah kneeling beside Bartiel Jasmine didn't panic or bother asking what happened, instead she simply rushed over and knelt down, checking his pulse quickly and making certain he was still breathing. Looking him over she sighed softly.

I see Vision's warning wasn't just an exaggeration. I hope he wakes up soon; I don't really want to help lug him back up the stairs. Carefully leaning over she lifted one of his eyelids, checking to see if any blood vessels had popped, happy to see that the whites of his eyes were still completely white. "He'll be fine," she said softly, more to herself than to the elder woman.
 
The redhead groaned after a few moments, his eyes blurring and unblurring as he started to recover. “Bartiel!” his mother called and nearly smothered him with her chest in a hug. He squirmed and struggled and swore before Delilah let him go. “I'm sorry, Bartiel, I just...” “I know. You saw Tyrin,” he said, standing up. For a moment he almost fell, but he grabbed Jasmine's shoulder for support as he stood up, leaning his head against Jasmine for a little bit, trying to recover.

“I'm sorry, Bartiel...why don't lay down for a bit? Me and Jasmine will take care of you...that is, if you don't mind,” she said, turning to Jasmine as she helped Bartiel towards his room. “I'm sorry, Bartiel...” she whispered. “It's fine,” he said as she helped him to his room where he collapsed on the bed. He should have known better than to let his guard go.
 
Jasmine let out a sigh of relief when Bartiel groaned and opened his eyes, standing to help steady him. As he leaned his head against her she wrapped an arm around his waist and turned her head slightly giving him a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek as she helped him to his room with Delilah's assistance. "Of course I'm willing to help," Jasmine said simply, giving Delilah a small smile as Bartiel collapsed on the bed. For a moment she moved to his side and softly brushed a hand over his arm before pulling away, gently herding Delilah out of the room.

"We can make him something to drink after he's relaxed for a while, he'll most likely need some aspirin soon," she said softly, glancing back at his room. She knew well enough that Delilah hadn't meant to hurt her son, it had been an accident, something that she really had no control over and Jasmine couldn't blame her at all for anything that had happened, in fact she was worried about the both of them.
 
Bartiel murmurred softly as he rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. “Bloody hell...” he mumbled very softly to herself. Delilah sighed and nodded, going to the bathroom and looking for some asprin. Finding the pills, she brought it and a cup of water to her son, giving him a little bit of water for him to take the asprin. “Sorry I didn't block,” he apologized. His mother smiled and kissed him once on the lips. “Just rest. We'll take care of you,” she said before leaving the room, sighing and sitting down on the couch, her face falling into her hands.

“...I wish I were sane,” she said. “...I wish I didn't see Tyrin's face in Bartiel...” she whispered to herself, her eyes tearing up a little.
 
Jasmine quickly followed Delilah into the living room, sitting down beside Bartiel's mother as the woman began to tear up. With a sigh Jasmine wrapped an arm around her waist, snuggling against her side. "Please don't cry," Jasmine said softly, rubbing her cheek against Delilah's shoulder. "Being sane isn't all it's cracked up to be, and you know that Bartiel doesn't blame you. He loves you a lot."

Jasmine looked at Delilah, hoping to get the woman to smile a bit as she snuggled closer. "If you start crying I'll be forced to crawl into your lap and make myself look as cute as possible," she said teasingly, giving her a small smile. "I warn you, I'm really good at looking absolutely adorable, you won't be able to resist my purr." Softly butting her head against Delilah's shoulder Jasmine gave her a slightly bigger smile. If she thought it would get the woman to smile or at least stop feeling bad Jasmine would be more than happy to crawl into her lap, mew and pout like a little girl until she got a good reaction.
 
The older woman tried to give a weak smile, but her cheeks were puffy, and her makeup was running. “Thank you, Jasmine... but it's just so hard,” she said, sniffling and tryng to calm herself. “It's just... Sometimes, I see his face in Bartiel's... and sometimes in Lowe's...and sometimes in the face of every man I see,” she said, rubbing her temples. She was being somewhat vague, but still. “And when I do, I can't help msyself, I can't stop myself. I...attack.”

“That's why my doctor is a woman, because I don't attack girls,” she said with a light smile, looking at Jasmine. “That's why I have a girlfriend in the ward instead of a boyfriend,” she said, before pausing and blushing. “Sorry. Me and Bartiel are both terrible perverts. I dunno, but I think I got it from my father's side,” she said, talking about the random side thing to try to ease her mind, just a little.
 
Jasmine just gave Delilah a small smile and climbed into her lap, wiggling about to get comfortable before she wrapped her arms around the woman's neck. "I don't mind," she purred, giving the elder woman a quick peck on the lips. "You can tell me whatever you want, I like it when people talk to me. Besides, I know Bartiel is a pervert," she said simply, snuggling against Delilah as she remained seated in her lap.

"Go ahead, tell me anything you'd like. Talk to me about the boys, or tell me about your girlfriend, or your doctor, or about any random thing you want. I'm a good listener." Nodding and giving her another quick peck on the lips Jasmine smiled, softly wiping tears from Delilah's cheeks as she purred softly. "I promise I won't tell anyone, it'll just be secrets between us girls."
 
The redheaded woman smiled back and kissed her on the lips, although her kiss was a bit deeper. She gave a little bit of a giggle when she said that she knew Bartiel was a pervert. “Ah, yes... he's always been that way, although I think you're the first lover he's had other than...well...me,” she said, quietly. “I was his 'girlfriend' from the time he reached puberty at ten years old. I felt like a horrible pervert, but we were happy like that. Don't tell Lowe, alright? He knows I've slept with other guys... but he doesn't know that,” she said quietly.

“...But that's not what bothers me... the thing is...” she said, sighing, looking down, tears still in her eyes. “The face that I see when I go berserk and attack men is the face of my ex-husband, who raped me and impregnated me with Bartiel after we divorced,” she explained bitterly. “I never got over it. But I never blamed Bartiel,” she said to her, lightly cuddling Jasmine, smiling a little, weakly.
 
Jasmine was able to quickly digest the news about Bartiel and his mother, it hadn't really surprised her all that much, after all, but she didn't interrupt as Delilah spoke. Snuggling against her and softly kissing her cheek Jasmine gave her a small smile. "No matter how much of a bastard your ex-husband was Bartiel has grown up just fine," she said softly, kissing the tip of Delilah's nose.

Tilting the woman's head up with a small hand Jasmine gave her a tiny smile and looked her in the eye. "I promise not to tell Lowe anything, it's not my place to say anything anyways. I can tell that Lowe loves you, it's rather obvious why, and I can tell you love Bartiel, and he loves you to pieces. I can see why, you're beautiful, a good conversation, and you're a wonderful mother. Sure you have a few hangups, but don't we all?"
 
The woman nodded as she said he grew up. “Thank you. I had to do so on my own, and we've dealt with a lot of problems, but we're happy,” she said with a smile, although she blushed when she said all those things. “Oh, stop, you'll get me excited,” Delilah said with the softest of smiles, wrapping her arms around Jasmine with a very soft smile, focusing on her for the moment. She hadn't forgotten about Bartiel, but bothering him now would probably only disgruntle him.
 
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