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Looks change but do people (Frelance & Notte)

Her brows pulled together in confusion, "No, I felt nothing. My hair is to long and thick for me to really feel much at all. Not to mention, I don't get tangles, so unless it was actually pulled I would have felt nothing. Why do you ask?" When he asked about her hair, she had picked up a lock of it and ran her hands through it all of the way down to the bottom, her fingers not getting caught at all.

Mercy was about to say something, but the waitress showed up at the table with a big smile. "What a darling little girl you are, and this must be your big brother. What can I get for you two?" She aimed the last question at Jason, thinking that Mercy was an elementary student and due to their same idea of dress just made a connection between the two, she wondered how parents could ever let their kids dress like them, but she hid her disgust well.

Mercy's lips pulled into a nice little pout and she looked over at Jason, she didn't know how to respond to that without getting angry or giving insult so she would just keep quiet and play along. "Onii-chan, I would like some cakes." She slurred brother in Japanese and pitched her voice higher, now deciding that it would be fun to play the part of the little girl everyone though her. She stared at Jason, willing him to play along.

Back at school, Stefan had pulled Mia aside, his hand banded around her arm bruisingly as he dragged her away. Finally, when they were alone, he spoke. "My point is," he bit out, "that you want that man and Mercy is to be mine. So, I see this being beneficial to helping the both of us get what we desire."
 
Jason sighed and played with one of his chains as he listened. He was happy she had not felt it since if she had he would have questioned why she had let him do it. “There is something about him that I really don’t like.” He spoke the last word as if he wanted to use something else but did not know what word to use. “It looked like he tried to inhale your scent when you walked by. He let a bit of your hair run through his fingers as he did it.” He shook his head at the memory but the anger was visible to anyone who knew him.

He opened his mouth then shut it again as the waitress came up to them. He looked at her then to Mercy at the waitresses words. He blinked a few times not sure what to do but Mercy’s voice as high as it was shook him out of his thoughts and he caught the look on her face before he looked to the waitress. “Burger and fries with a coke for me. My,” he hesitated then pushed on he wanted to see where this was going and he felt compelled to do what Mercy wanted. “For my sister an Earl Grey tea with a raspberry chocolate cake if you have it.” He wondered how long it would take for the waitress to figure out that Mercy if not as young as she looks.

Mia glared at Stefan as she grabbed her arm and pulled her away from everyone. “Ouch! Let go of my arm.” She hated what he was doing but there was something that stopped her from slapping him like she would have done to anyone else. The urge was there but she just clenched her free hand into a first and dug her nails into her hand as she listened to what he was saying. “Fine, now let me go.” Her anger was still in her eyes but she was scared and it was visible alongside the anger.
 
She played with a lock of her hair and waited until the waitress walked away with their order and rolled her eyes. "I don't like him either, I felt dirty when he lifted me up. If I had my way, I would just burn these clothes, but first I would have to get out of them and that just requires help. So, unfortunately I have to wait until I get home to change." She looked out her hair and let out a little sound of alarm, "I'm going to have to wash my hair more than once as well. It takes a whole bottle just to wash it." She sighed in aggravation, hating how the new maid washed her hair, but she would put up with it anyways just to get clean, and how she would get rid of this outfit, even though she had hundreds more.

The waitress came back with their order and set each down in front of them, noticing how big of a difference they had in taste. She gave an upbeat "Enjoy" and then looked directly at Jason, "If you need anything else, please let me know." Then she walked off with a bounce in her step. Mercy rolled her eyes at the waitress' antics and picked up her glass of tea after she prepared it proper, she sighed with contentment after her first sip. When she picked up her fork and bit into the cake, she moaned out in ecstasy at its rich taste and her eyelids fluttered as if she were in the throes of passion.

He released her arm and wrapped his other hand around her neck and drew her closer into his body, his face dark with foreboding."I also saw that cheap slap that you gave to her," his hand tightened with each word, voice deepening, and pupils dilating, "if you ever lay a hand on her again, I will kill you, she is to be perfect. Any further injury and you will regret ever having known life." With that warning, Stefan released her and walked away. Mia was just another pawn in his game to get to Mercy.
 
“The look in his eyes when he was holding you,” He shivered at the thought. “I can’t even describe what it was. I just know I can’t let him touch you again.” There was a conviction in his voice that had only been that a few times in his life. When she mentioned getting out of her outfit he smiled and there was a hint of lust in his eyes but he did not say anything. He could not say what he was thinking, it would not be right. “I would like to burn him.” He said it matter of fact tone as if he was talking about the menu. “I don’t know what I will do but I will not let him touch you again. Never like that, never again.” He looked into her eyes as he told her. He wanted to make sure she knew that he was completely serious.

Jason’s eyes flicked to the too waitress as she set their food down on the table. He just smiled up at her as he answered. “We will thank you.” He felt that he should include Mercy even though that were playing with the waitress he did not like her only talking to him. As she walked away Jason added some more ketchup to his burger and fries before taking a sip of coke and looking over at mercy. “At least she isn’t bitchy.” He said as he took a fry and popped it into his mouth. A smile played over his features when he heard her sigh. “Is your sweet tooth still as bit as it was when you left?” He lifted his burger and took a bite as Mercy took a bite of the cake. He had been thinking about his own food when he heard her moan and he looked back to see her expression. He had to try a few times before he could swallow his bite.

He shifted slightly to make sure his growing hard on was hidden from everyone in the room. “How can cake be that good? I mean I love sweets but never that much.” He took another bite of his burger savoring the taste of a good burger then put it down and started eating the fries.

Mia’s relief was short lived as she felt Stefan’s hand leave her arm only to have him push up closer to him and grab her throat. She started to panic and brought her hands to his as he spoke. She tried to pull his hand off her neck but she knew it was useless. When she was released she slid to the ground and hugged her knees for a few seconds as she held back the tears that were forming in her eyes then she carefully stood up and walked to the nearest girls bathroom where she could have some privacy.
 
She enjoyed the feel of his protective streak washing over her. "But, you cannot be with me all of the time, what happens if he gets me alone?" She knew that she shouldn't, but she loved the look in his eyes, felt them burn with truth and it made her core tighten. How she had missed him since she was sent away, being there in that place where they tried to perfect her, but instead made her something else. She wondered how Jason would take it if he really knew how depraved she was, unable to feel foreign emotions, so she just wanted to command it all... She wanted to command him. Yet, in that moment she knew, that he, like everyone else, saw her as a child and not a woman. Her mind world around how she could show him that she was full grown.

"No, she isn't bitchy, but like everyone, she thinks me naught by a child." Before his other question was asked, she had felt the chocolate all but melt against her tongue and the raspberry glaze ignited her senses. She let her reaction answer for her. Her lids were low and heavy lidded from the delight fullness of the cake. She forked up another spoonful and started bringing it to her mouth, instead, she moved her dishes out of the way and leaned across the table with the cake, having to stand up to make it all the way across, her raven hair trailing across the table. "Why don't you try it?" She placed the fork against his lips, licking at her own in the process. Never had she offered her cakes to anyone else, but him.

Her eyes slid down to his own meal and she looked at it with curiosity, "how you can eat that is beyond me. It would make my hands greasy, not to mention that I don't think I would be able to get my mouth around it." A light blush dusted her cheeks and she slowly raised her eyes to his, knowing how sexual her last comment could sound, and she thought about it. Her eyes shining with a different kind of hunger and she slid the cake into his mouth, before he could say anything and she crawled back off of the table to sit back down, placing the fork into her mouth and sucking the missed cake and his taste from it, an indirect kiss.

Stefan seethed as he walked away from Mia, he was going to have to teach her what it meant to fuck with the wrong person. He walked out of the school, searching for any trace of Mercy, he knew her likes, but this Jason person may not, so he had no clue as to where he should start his search.
 
Jason just shook his head. “I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. You stuck with me when I needed you now its my turn to be by your side.” He knew he had to find a way to stop Stefan from getting close to Mercy. He took a drink from his pop and took another bite of the burger as he listened to what she was saying.

Jason just shook his head. It made sense that she was still thinking about how the women thought that she was a child but he wished she could come to terms with it. “You could have corrected her.” He looked up as she reacted to the chocolate. He was amazed that she could react so strongly to the cake. He had been about to go for another bite of his burger when she moved her dishes to the side and leaned across the table he stopped and stared into her eyes. Without thinking he reached out and moved her hair so it would not spill into his food but it was more so she did not have to clean it even more than it was for his food. He could not help but think about doing it to help her, for as long as he could remember he had helped her. She had helped him and he had helped her whenever he could.

He opened his mouth slightly to say something about her comment but stopped when she pushed the cake into his mouth. He let it melt on his tongue as she moved back to her own seat and he smiled with the same hunger in his eyes showing that he knew how her comment could be taken. After that he leaned back against the seat back and just let himself enjoy the cake. He relaxed as much as he could and just let his body react to it as it would. When he had finished it he sat up and looked at her. “I can’t deny that the cake is good but maybe I am just not as sensitive to it as you are.” He smiled showing he was half joking.
He started eating again but a bit faster. He felt uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe it was that Mercy had just shown him that she was not as much of a child as he liked to think. “So are we going back to school when we are done or are we done for the day?” After what had happened already today he was more than ready to skip all of the afternoon. But as long as he was with Mercy he would do what she wanted.

Mia sat in the bathroom for a good twenty minutes before she got control of herself again. Everything Stefan did made her hate Mercy all the more but at the same time she knew better than to hit her not or even touch her. She walked out of the stall and started to fix her makeup. Luckily for her no one came in while she was doing her makeup. So when she left the bathroom nothing seemed wrong with her as she headed to the spot where the group had decided to meet. She was going to enjoy telling them that Jason had ditched them for the little doll.
 
Pursing her lips, she really didn't know what to say about anything, all she wanted to do was react. She pushed her cake away, no longer hungry for it, and moved to get up. She did a slight hop as she jumped out of the booth. The waitress she noticed was at the next table and Jason had started to move to get up when she did. She stopped before Jason, blocking his path and looking up at him, before she could think better of what she was doing, she pushed him back and locked her lips to his, one second, two, three, and a noise escaped from her throat and she pulled back.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she looked at him, "Just because I look like a child doesn't mean I am, is that all anyone will ever see me as? Is that all you will ever see me as?" As a tear slid down her cheek, she pounded on his chest with one fist in frustration, knowing that it wouldn't hurt him. Pulling away, she looked down at the floor. "I'm not going back." With that, she turned and walked right out of the cafe', tears still filling her eyes and she turned to run, the crowd opening up as she made her way past, unsure if Jason was even behind her. She had made a fool of herself, kissing him like that, when he saw her as nothing more than a child like everyone else.

When she came to a park, she finally stopped running, her chest heaving with the extrusion from her run. The park was deserted at this time of day and she made her way slowly to the swings. Sitting down, she pushed off with one foot, swinging just a little as she wiped the tears from her eyes. A feeling of despair clutched her chest as she felt she was not wanted by anyone; not her parents who just wanted a doll and never by the rest of the world because she was a doll.

Stefan had been searching for sometime, looking in and out of windows, he got distracted by a shop on one of the streets that had the type of things Mercy liked and he dreamed of covering her in them. His eyes were held to the glass, but a movement in his eye caught him, and he saw Mercy run past. A dark smile pressed his lips as he started to follow her at a leisurely pace.
 
Jason sat there in the booth stunned for a few seconds as he tried to process what had just happened. He wished he had not been so surprised. When she had kissed him he didn’t want that feeling to end. He slowly stood up and pulled out enough money for the meal. He felt slightly unreal as he dropped the bills on the table and left the restaurant still in a daze.

As he walked out into the sunlight his head cleared a bit and he saw that people were looking down the sidewalk muttering. When they glanced at him then back down the way Mercy had gone he took the hint and started running down the sidewalk. He was confident he could catch her. As he ran he kept replaying her words over in his head. He had managed to disappoint her twice in one day and the second time he had not even known that he was until it was to late. With that thought he started pushing himself harder to run faster.

It was not until he was a block from the park that he noticed Stefan across the street. For a moment their eyes met and Jason knew that one of them was going to get hurt if not both of them. It might not be right then and their but it would happen and they both knew it. Jason almost missed Mercy sitting on the swings because he had gotten distracted by Stefan.

He slowed at the swings he walked up to her and crouched down in front of her. “Mercy, we have to leave.” He wanted to tell her that he was sorry and he could see her for more than a child and a doll but first he had to get her away from Stefan. “Come with me and I will tell you exactly how I feel about you but we need to go now.”His eyes begged her to listen to him even as he glanced over her shoulder and saw Stefan coming towards them. He stood and moved between Stefan and Mercy. “Your, not going to touch her again. I won’t let you.”

Stefan laughed as he heard Jason’s words and just shook his head. “Move aside. I will take her and your not going to stop me.” He saw Jason tense as he clenched his fists and raised them ready for anything Stefan decided to do. ”Give it up. I got to her in class and I will get to her again.” He kept walking closer to them. When he was just out of Jason’s reach he stopped and looked past him to Mercy. “Come with me. I understand you unlike this, boy.” He spat the last word in disgust and Jason glared at him then without warning he stepped forward and swung for the side of Stefan’s head.
 
Stefan growled low in his throat with annoyance, he had wanted to bide his time so that when he got to her, she would be cleaned up. He didn't want her crying from because of another man, her tears and her screams would be solely for him. As soon as he could get her into his collection of Dolls. He knew that she would be the perfect one, by far. Her looks, her stature, right down to the very being that is her and he would enjoy breaking her. The only thing, he had decided, was that her breasts needed to be smaller, but he could remove them easily enough.

Mercy was about to get up and follow Jason's pleading eyes until he jumped up and stood in her way. That is when she felt Stefan's presence. His vile words crashed over her and for a moment she wanted to go with him when he said that he understood, but the thought drifted away as fast as it had come. "I do not want to go with you, Stefan, I know nothing of you."

"Ah, my dear Mercy, but I know all about y-," his words were cut off as Jason swung at him and he merely side stepped. "I first saw you that day in Romania, so pure and statuesque. A girl who wanted nothing more than to have a place and to fit in, a girl who shed tears for a boy whom forgotten all about her. You will have a place with me, in my collection, have no doubt about it." He moved again as Jason moved in and he caught his arm as it sailed past, locking it behind his back and forcing him to his knees. "Should I tell him all about Romania, Mercy? Do you still think that he would look at you with caring eyes?"

Mercy rushed forward until she was standing in front of them, her face leveled with Jason's and tears filled her eyes before a blank look masked over her face as Stefan continued to speak. She wanted to plead with Jason to forget everything that he heard, to see her, to want her. Her eyes trailed up to Stefan and beseeched him, "please, let him go. I will go with you if you just let him go." The lie rolled off her tongue easy enough and when Stefan started to loosen his hold, she threw herself at him, knocking them away from Jason. She gave a sharp cry as they fell to the ground.
 
Jason growled as Stefan moved out of the way. He was not fighter but he had been in a few so he knew what he had to do to hit someone. It was that fact that Stefan was acting like he was not even there that made him ignore the fact that Stefan was more than a match for him. When he heard him refer to Mercy as a doll he growled and swung again. “She is not a doll! She’s a person!” He tried to yank his arm free but was ultimately forced to his knees facing Mercy.

He dropped his head so he did not have to face her. He had failed her again and he did not want to see her disappointment, not again. He hated the hurt look he had seen at the school and didn’t want to see it again. But when Stefan mentioned Romania he looked up at Mercy his confusion evident. What could be so bad about the school she had gone to. They had made her a doll, he could not think of how much worse it could get.

As Stefan started to speak Jason’s mouth fell open slightly as he listened and took in everything. When his eyes met Mercy’s there was confusion but no hurt or disgust in them. He had been struggling with no success so when Mercy said she would go with Stefan Jason started to struggle harder. “No, Don’t do it!” He felt tears start to burn at his eyes then he realized Stefan had loosened his grip. He did not fully comprehend what Mercy had planned until he felt Stefan’s grip on his arm be yanked away. He scrambled to his feet and ignoring the pain in his arm he turned around and kicked Stefan in the temple. He had pulled back for another kick when he noticed he had gone limp.

He crouched down and picked up Mercy in his arms. He held her against him as he stood up. “I am sorry. I failed you again.” His voice was quite but filled with the disappointment he felt in himself. He looked back at Stefan’s limp body before he turned away from him and started to walk away. “Please forgive me. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t stand to lose you again.” He held her against him not wanting to let go of her as if he thought that she would leave him.
 
Mercy sunk down into Jason's arms and buried her face against his neck. "Take me home, Jason, I just want to go home." Her voice was calm, but on the inside she was shaking. She had been so happy to come home, leaving behind the violent delights of Romania. Yet, violent delights due violent endings make. At that violent ending was both her death and re-awaking into the person that she had become. It had granted her the freedom to come home.

Who was Stefan really that he would know of that information? The thought was at the forefront of her mind and she went over her time in Romania, never having met him, but recognizing a few people who could have been him. She always felt as if she had been watched, but eyes were on her everywhere that she was. Never a moment of peace, not even sleep was she alone. As her mind went over the many possibilities her hand wrapped itself around Jason's shirt and she held on as if her life depended on it. "There is nothing to forgive." She felt his arms tighten around her and she finally felt... home.

They walked for what seemed like forever, Jason having finally put her down at her request, but he kept hold of her had. She had the fear that if he did not touch her in some way that she would be lost forever to him. That the devil would come snatch her away. Her mansion loomed before them and as they walked up the steps the Butler opened the door and bid them welcome. Up the grand staircase and down two different wings and they reached her private quarters. A maid was there at the door ready to assist her, but Mercy sent her away and told her to inform the staff that they were not to be disturbed. She knew without a doubt, that her parents would probably hear of this, but she did not care. She only needed Jason there with her.

A deep sigh slid past her lips as she saw herself in the mirror and she cringed at her appearance, she had looked a fright. Dirt smudged against the porcelain skin of her face, and coated her dress. She tried to wipe it off, but only failed more. She kicked off her shoes and undid both of the cuffs at her wrists, but could not remove her gown by herself and wordlessly she looked over at Jason, unsure how to ask, unsure if she should let him see what lay beneath.
 
Jason started walking the familiar route back to her house as soon as he heard her words. He kept her close to his chest and let the tears run down his cheeks silently. There was only the slightest raggedness to his breathing that let on that he was crying if you could not see his face. He was scared for the first time in five years. He had felt that part of him was missing when her parents sent Mercy away and he had almost lost her again just now.

As he carried her through the town he stuck to the back streets as much as possible so he could avoid seeing as many people as possible. When he caught the eye of the few people that saw them they gave him a wide birth or had turned around and decided to take another route. When he felt her hand tighten on his shirt he slipped his hand under her hair and caressed her back slowly moving up and down her back. He wanted to put her at ease even if he still felt like he should be doing more but as he heard her words his body relaxed even as he kept his hold on her.

As they got closer to her house and there was no sign of Stefan Jason’s mind started to think over everything that Stefan had said. Each time he thought about it his conviction to protect Mercy grew and an idea grew in the back of his mind. He would not let himself admit it was there though, he had to think of anyway but the dark idea at the back of his mind. When he put Mercy down he held her hand so she could not be taken her from him. His grip was strong and reassuring but it was still gentle enough not to hurt her.

When they arrived at the house Jason ignored the staff and just concentrated on staying by Mercy’s side as they walked through the house. It brought back so many memories but there was also the feels of anger and frustration towards her parents for now letting him contact her. When they got to her quarters he looked to maid over and moved slightly closer to Mercy then walked into the rooms. It was not until they were inside did Jason let go of her hand and turn to close the door.

He turned back around he saw her undo her cuffs and even as she turned to look at him he moved to her and stood behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she was facing the mirror again. Without saying a word he gathered up her hair and slipped it over her shoulder before he got down on one knee and started to unlace the gown from the top and working down towards the bottom. As he worked he watched with obvious curiosity as he revealed the black latex and then a second layer of lacing that he quickly recognized as a the back to a corset. A slight smile spread over his face as he slipped his hand between the gown and the corset. His hand wrapped around to her front as his fingers followed the corset around her as far as he could while his other hand undid the last few laces on the gown.

He helped her out of the gown then just stood behind her as he looked over what she wearing underneath the gown but he quickly got back down on one knee and unlaced the corset. As he took it off of her he gasped and his eyes went wide as her breasts pushed against the latex. It took him a moment to compose himself before he could help her out of the rest of her cloths. His mid was still taking in everything that he was seeing even as he helped her out of the last article of clothing that as he stood up he just stared at her.
 
Words were not needed here in this space and in this moment, both of them to emotional that words would just merely shatter the glass illusion. A dusting of red stained her cheeks as Jason turned her around and she watched in the mirror as he undid her dress slowly. Kneeling, he was still a bit taller than she was, but she could see his face in the mirror. Teeth sunk into her lip as she bit back a moan at the feel of him spanning her waist over the corset. When she finally slid the dress from her body, she just stood there and watched him watching her. Looking for a sign of anything.

She took in a deep breath as the corset fell away and her breasts were released from its confinement. At his gasp, she looked back at him, tilting her head so that she could see his eyes go wide. A shiver of awareness ran down her back as his fingers brushed against it while releasing her from the latex. Inch by slow inch her soft creamy ivory skin was revealed. When it was removed from her breasts, they popped free, but red lines crisscrossed over them from when they were bound. Her hair spilled across one breasts and she brought up her other hand to grab onto her arm, raising her breasts up at the same time, it was a nervous gesture. Dusty peaked nipples stood at attention and hardened into pebbles. The dress hugged to her ample bottom and she had to shimmy to get out of it.

Taking a deep breath, as she looked at herself one last time in the mirror, she turned around to face Jason. Her physical attributes were that of a grown adult woman with plastic surgery, but her's were all natural and honestly didn't fit her height. A woman trapped forever in a child's body. Her torso was short and flat, smooth skin running all of the way down, a dipped in pierced bellybutton that she had gotten to both riot against her parents and prove to herself that she was a woman. Her hand quickly passed over it as she tried to cover the sleek shaved surface that should have concealed her most intimate of places. Her thighs a creamy paradise that leg down to perfect legs and tiny feet.

She took a step closer to him, trying to hide some of her body in embarrassment and pulled on his shirt until he was kneeling in front of her again. Lifting up both arms, she pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and let it fall down his arms. When he removed it, she tugged on his shirt and brought it up as far over his head as she could until he had to remove that as well. Her hand slid down his upraised arms and over the tight expanse of his chest, memorizing his body. She leaned forward at a scar that marred the otherwise smoothness and kissed it, having remembered being there when he first got it.

Looking up, her eyes caught his, and she felt like she could drown. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand down his stomach but had to pull away before she could go any further. To embarrassed at what she almost did, she turned around and just stood there, waiting for him to lead them onwards were no doubt the bath was already warm, ready, and waiting. Would he join her in it and wash her as he once had when they were kids? She was unsure and her heart raced with the sensuality of what was happening. She had never felt so close, nor so attuned with another person.
 
Jason took his every inch of her body as she looked into the mirror and he knew that he had been a fool to think that she was still a child. As she turned around to face him he did not try to hide that his movements as he looked her in the eyes then slowly let his eyes run down her body. His fingers flexed slightly as he wondered how soft her skin would be under his fingers. His eyes lingered on her piecing then his attention was caught by her legs as she moved towards him.

His eyes flicked up to hers as she tugged on his shirt. He let her pull him down to his knees in front of her. As she pushed his jacket off he moved ever so slightly so it fell off of him in one continues movement. He kept his eyes on her face as she pulled up his shirt and he let it fall onto his jacket behind him. As she ran her hand down his arms he closed his eyes and a shiver ran through his body at the feeling of her finger tips gliding over his arms and onto his chest with goose bumps appearing and chasing after her finger tips but never quite catching them.

His eyes shot open and a small sound past his lips as he felt her kiss the scar on his chest. He dropped his arms and rested his hands on her shoulders as he looked back at into her eyes and he knew he was where he wanted to be. She was the home that he lost when she left but he was back now and he was there to stay. He shivered as her hand ran lower down his body but he forced himself to keep eye contact.

As she pulled away he took in a deep breath and moved to one knee sensing that she could go no further. He looked down and loosed the laces to one boot then the other with quick, practiced movements. He stood after pulling them off then slowly he undid his belt and paused. He had to take another steadying breath before he slipped off his pants hooking his thumbs in his boxers so that they were pulled down as well. As his was freed he was not hard nor was he completely soft.

He stepped out of his pants as they hit the floor and walked up behind Mercy stopping so he was just behind her and slightly to her right side. He looked at her in the mirror for a few seconds before put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around then picked her up in his arms and walked them into the bathroom as their bodies brushed against each other. He lowered her into the warm water and kissed her forehead before he climbed in after her and rested his back against one side and pulled her onto his lap. He wanted to just sit there with her in his lap as the warmth water flowed around them but he reached for the soap and started to wash her the way he had when they were children.
 
Her ears perked up at the rustling of clothing behind her, first she could hear the strings in his boots be loosened, then the zipper as it was pulled down. She remembered what he looked like as a child, but now that they were adults, her interest got the best of her and she peeked into the mirror to watch him. She watch as his chest expanded and deflated to normal after his large breath and his hands as the moved to his pants and pulled both them and his boxers down. Although she had never seen a penis before, she knew that his was not erect, at least not fully. Doubts started to plague her and she wandered if he found her attractive or still saw her as being an overdeveloped child.

When he turned her around, she tried not to look disappointed or insecure, and tried not to stare at his groin. She had quickly picked her eyes up to run the expanse of his body before her eyes met his. A small noise escaped from her lips as she was picked up, the feel of his skin gliding against her's had her body reacting. Juices started to coat the inside of her vagina and she hoped with his arm being right there that he wouldn't feel it. Since he did not say anything when they got to the bathroom and he set her down in the tub, she knew that she was safe from that embarrassment. When he climbed in after her and pulled her onto his lap, her vagina rubbed over his groin and settled there, but her back was against his chest.

She moaned softly as he started to clean the thick length of her hair and when he was finished he had started on her back and she all but purred for him. The feeling of his hands gliding the soap over her sent a shiver throughout her body and there was nothing she could do to suppress. Once he was done with her back, she bit her lip and couldn't decide if she should turn around or not, taking a deep breath, she stood up and turned around to face him. Standing while he was leaning back she felt much taller than him, but his face was directly below her bare womanhood and she sat back down, straddling his waist once more. Picking up his hand, she brought it to her neck and ran it down her collar bone, then over one breast, where the nipple hardened against his palm. She raised her eyes from their combined hands and as she removed her own, her eyes were on his.
 
Jason felt his penis start to harden slowly as he washed her back then her shoulders. He was attracted to her and he had known it all day. She had been right at the restaurant that he had been looking at her as if she was a child. The child that he had protected all those years ago but he had told her at the park that he would tell her exactly how he felt about her. He couldn’t help but smile as he heard her moans and then how she practically purred as his hands moved over her. He ran his hands down her arms as she started to stand.

When she turned to face him he looked up and saw the lips of her woman hood clearly for the first time. He shifted slightly under the water as his erection grew even harder and straighter. His eyes traveled up her slim waist then her amazing breasts even before she started to straddle him. He felt himself blush he started to turn away knowing she would feel his erection pressing against her but as she settled down and his was pressed between their bodies Jason slowly turned back to look into her eyes looking to see how she would react.

He tensed for a split second as she took his hand and guided it to her neck then slowly down her collar bone. He shivered as first his palm then his fingers glided over her breast. He felt her nipple press against his palm and as she pulled her hand out of his he moved his palm slightly pressing down on her nipple a bit harder. His fingers tightened and flexed as he massaged her ample breast for a moment then looked up at her and let his eyes get caught by hers. He hesitate for a split second before he put his hand behind her neck cupping her head softly as he sat up and slowly almost cautiously brought his lips to hers. He closed his eyes as he tried to show her that he did not see her as the girl that she had been before. He knew his mistake and wanted her to know that he had learned. His hand slipped from her neck after a few seconds as he pulled back slightly and his other hand slipped from her breast and reached for the soap. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at Mercy. “I don’t see the girl you were anymore. I only see the woman you are now.” His voice was barely above a whisper as if he thought that speaking to loudly would shatter the moment. He kept his eyes on hers as he started to soap up her neck massaging it as he worked the soap in before moving down to her collar bone and finally to her breasts where he spent much more time than was needed to simply clean them.
 
The taste of his lips against her own had heat flooding between her legs and unaware of what she was doing, she rocked against the hardness of his penis beneath her, when he pulled back, she settled back down over him, hyper aware of the intimate position in which their bodies were pressed together. Her body was so tense as if it was waiting for something, yet she didn't know what, and she thought if she spoke she might break. She strangled moan rose from the depths of her throat and her head fell back at the feel of him caressing her breasts as he soaped them.

When he was finished and before he could rinse her off, she leaned forward and rubbed her soapy breasts against his chest as she kissed him. The position brought her body up from his lap and she felt his penis rise and rub against her entrance, but not probing to enter into her virginal sheath. Her tongue rolled across her lips, demanding entrance and when he opened his mouth, she pushed her tongue inside, getting a better taste of him. Her body felt hot and heavy and she didn't know what to do to make the feeling stop. Her arms wrapped around his back and one hand went up into his hair. Her whole body rubbed against his as her mouth fed from his own. Unable to stop herself, her womanhood rolled against the hard tip of his penis and she cried out at the surprised pleasure of it.
 
Jason groaned as she rocked against him squeezing his penis between them. He froze at the feeling as he was about to rinse the soap off her breasts. Just as he pulling himself back to gather from the amazing wave of pleasure that had coursed over him when he felt her lips against his and her chest pressing against his. He moaned softly as he felt her fingers entangle in his hair and slowly parted his lips for her only to have his tongue moved under hers as she got the first taste of him he pulled her even closer to him and groaned just as she cried out from the pleasure of the head of his penis against the lips of her womanhood.

His hands found there way between them and as he massaged and teased her breast paying particularly attention to her nipples he slowly rinsed the rest of the soap off of them. He broke the kiss and started moved down the side of her neck nibbling just as much as he kissed the soft smooth skin as his continued lower. He wanted to taste more of her it was almost a need to see how the rest of her tasted.

He slipped his hands around her back just as he reached her breasts and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked gently for a few moments before he nibbled it and soon flicked his tongue over the hard nub of flesh. He moved to the other nipple as his hands slipped down to her cheeks and slowly lifted her up as he gripped the flesh that felt softer than any other part of her body. When she was standing he ran his fingers tips around to her front along the bone then one moved up her smooth flat stomach until it found the bellybutton piercing and started to push it from one side to the other experimentally. His other hand had slipped between her legs and as he twisted it from a vertical postion to a horizontal he slowly pushed her legs apart enough for him to run his finger tips along the slightly puffy lips from the very bottom and moved up. Just as he was about to reach the top his middle finger pushed between her lips and brushed her clit at the same moment that he let her nipple out of his mouth and started to kiss and nibble down her stomach every kiss moving him closer to her woman hood.
 
Mercy purred like a cat and her body shivered with need as his lips made their way down her neck and to her breasts. She loved the feel of his nibbles. His hands on her made her body come to life and finally she felt normal, no more the doll. She felt uninhibited and released from the bonds of what everyone else had expected of her. Here in this moment with Jason and she knew that she would never be a doll to him again.

When his fingers glided between her nether lips and pressed down against her clit, she cried out and had to grab onto Jason's shoulders to stay standing. Juices pooled and coated his fingers and her orgasm was not far away, a bit more and she would shatter. In Romania, she had been tortured with pain and that pain turned into pleasure, but she was never touched like this, with caring. Her stomach quivered where he kissed and a small laugh passed her lips at how it tickled, but when he went down lower the laugh turned into a throaty growl. At the first hesitant lick she thought that she would die from the pleasure and she craved more of it. In order to give him better access, she lifted up one leg and placed it over his shoulder, having one of his arms at her back, she balanced herself. Grabbing his hair, she brought him closer to her and her hips rocked against his mouth. She was so close and she knew that with the first probe of his mouth and fingers entering her body that she would shatter into heaven. She moaned out sweet nothings, cried out his name, and knew that she was lost.
 
Jason smiled as he heard her laugh and felt her chest quiver with the sound. Still smiling he flicked the stud in her belly button and sent it swinging slightly before he moved down lower. He stopped and hesitated with his face inches from her woman hood. He could see her juices glistening on her lips and his fingers. He went to lick his fingers but stopped and pressed his face closer extending his tongue until it rested at the bottom of her lips. He slowly ran his tongue up the length of her lips followed by his fingers as they slowly spread them to reveal the tender pink flesh hidden inside. He groaned as her grip tightened in his hair and she pulled him closer to her so that with every breath he breathed in the scent that ignited the rush of pleasure that had run through his as his tongue had tasted her juices for the first time. He tightened his grip around her back to make sure she did not fall just before he slipped one finger then slowly started to push a second finger past her inner lips while he ran his other fingers over the sensitive flesh around her opening while he licked up and around her clit before he pushed his tongue out as far as he could and licked her clit in one longer stroke with the bumped surface of his tongue.

With every taste of her juices he felt himself getting closer to the edge of his own orgasm. He kept licking even when he realized he could not get off just from the taste and the pleasure it brought. He resisted the urge to lower his hand and stroke himself. Instead he kept thrusting his finger in and out of her opening in time with his licks each time going just a bit deeper. He kept it up until she pulled his head away and he looked up at her licking her juices off of his fingers. He slipped her leg off of his shoulder and slowly stood up keeping eye contact all the time. As the tip of his penis bushed against her body he let out a ragged breath as a shiver tore through his body but he made appoint of keeping eye contact.
 
A mewling sound fell from her lips at the first invasion of his finger. Her vaginal walls clamped down hard around it as it and his tongue worked her to orgasm. When he slipped his second finger into her tight sheath, the feeling boarded on a painful pleasure. She had never been touched like this by anyone before and her fingers were far different from his. The feel of his fingers stretching her and his magical tongue flicking at her clit made a scream escape her throat as her first orgasm came rushing down with a flood of juices. When she pulled his head away, she thought that she might fall from the erotic image of him licking his fingers clean of her juices. When both of her legs were on the floor, she had to open them to steady herself from sinking back down into the water, her legs felt weak and rubbery from the pleasure she had experienced.

When he stood up, the hard, warm, and heavy length of his erection brushed against her and she shivered anew, mini aftershocks of her orgasm working throughout her system. His groin trailed up and over her stomach and stopped right over the heavy weight of her breasts. Water glistened over his naked form as he stood and finally she had to break eye contact to watch as the water ran in droplets down his body. Leaning forward, she licked at a trail of water along his stomach, following it as it went down and stopping before she reached his shaft. Taking a small step back, she raised up her hand and ran her fingers gently along his length, first up one side, then down the other, running in a circular pattern around the swollen head of it. When she finished getting to know the silky smoothness of his shaft, she ran her fingers over his testicles and cupped them. As she was cupping them, she bent down slighting, her hair falling in waves to almost cover what she was about to do, and she gave an experimental lick at the bead of precum that leaked from his slit. A purr caressed her throat at the taste of him and it reverberated up his shaft and she could feel his testicles pull closer together, the pulse in his shaft throbbing.
 
Jason watched her as her eyes followed the water as it ran down his pale skin. He sucked in a ragged breath as she reached out and ran her fingers over the length of his erection. He closed his eyes letting himself get lost in the sensation of her soft fingers exploring then length of his penis. Her touch was so different from his he could not believe how much better her fingers felt. As she slipped her hand down to his testicles his breathing got heavy and he opened his eyes to look down at her as he put on hand on her shoulder and the other on the wall to keep himself steady.

His hand tightened on her shoulder as he realized what she was about to do and he moved he arm slightly to stop her hair from getting in the way. He felt her warm breath brush the tip of his erection and he shivered just before he felt her tongue reach out and lick at the tip. He moaned and knew he was just about to hit the edge. The thought had barely passed his mind when the reverberations from her purr sent him over the edge and he was barely able to speak through the pleasure as it built and started to rush through him. “Im.. going to .. cum.” He realized that he did not want her face to be covered in his seed and pulled her back just enough that her face would be clear. It was the last thought he had before his seed sprayed out of erection and spraying her stomach and breasts. He was quite for a moment and just closed his eyes as the waves of pleasure slowly reseeded.

As he opened his eyes and saw what he had down he slowly let go of her shoulder and sank back into the water so he was on his knees in front of her. Without really thinking about it he put his arms around her waist as he leaned in to kiss her. He knew he would never forget what they had just done and he wanted to make sure she knew it. He pulled her close to him as his lips met hers.
 
Mercy was a little confused when he had pushed her back, at first she had thought that she had done something wrong, not having heard him from the blood that was rushing through her head, blocking out all other noise. She had enjoyed the taste of him on her tongue and wanted to see if she could fit her mouth around his penis, but thought that it would take a lot of practice before she could. When his hot semen sprayed out onto her stomach first and then her chest, she enjoyed the feel of it against her skin. It made her feel like they belonged together and it branded her as a woman.

She looked into his eyes as she sank down into the water and pulled her close. There was no sense of awkwardness between them and even though she was still covered in his seed, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She sighed with a great deal of pleasure and with her legs finally giving out, she looped her arms around his neck and her legs around her back, once again placing her now oversensitive womanhood against his semi hard shaft. Unable to stop herself, she rocked back against it and shocks of pleasure burst through her system once more. Pulling her lips away from his, she looked up into his eyes and caressed his cheek. "Jason," she whispered his name like a prayer and kissed him again, moving her cheek against his, she whispered in his ear, "I love you."
 
Jason moaned softly against her lips as he felt her rocking against him. He leaned back until his back until his shoulders lay against the back of the tub but the arch in his back stopped her legs form being pressed to hard against it. He opened his eyes slowly as she broke the kiss and his devotion filled his eyes mixed with the pleasure that was still flowing through him. As she spoke his name he smiled and pushed her hair behind her back before he rested his hand on her neck slowly sliding it upward onto her cheek. As he heard her words he smiled even more and ran his fingers through her hair as he turned his head slightly and kissed her cheek before whispering back. “I love you to.” He closed eyes and just lost himself in the feeling of her naked flesh against his.

He was not sure how much time had gone by but he felt the water had cooled and was just cool enough to have lost its comfort. “Lets rinse off and get out Mercy.” He kissed her cheek again then reached for the soap. He did not feel any of his seed on himself anymore but he still wanted to wash off quickly before they got out. After he had lathed up his hands he got her to stand up and he quickly washed off her chest and stomach before he did the same to himself and stepped out of the bath.

Goosebumps spread across his skin immediately but he ignored them and the cool air around him as he got a towel and turned back to Mercy. He waited until she was wrapped in it before he reached into the tub and unplugged it. After he had straightened he found another towel for himself and smiled at Mercy as he started to dry himself off. “Do you need help with your hair?” All he wanted to do was lie down and sleep for a bit preferably with Mercy and it showed in the way he moved but he was going to help her before he did anything else.
 
Mercy loved the look on Jason's face and she knew that from this moment on nothing could pull them away from each other, not even her parents. It wasn't just the devotion and pleasure in his eyes, it mirror in her own eyes as well. The feel of his hands in her hair was magnificent, normally she only had the maids do anything with her hair, but they were rough compared to Jason's fingers. When he whispered back that he loved her, her heart gave a painful beat. It was so powerful that she worried it would burst out of her chest and she wondered if Jason could hear it. Unable to stop, she rested her face against his chest, her ear over his heart. It felt like they were the only two people in the world.

When the water cooled, Mercy shivered against Jason's chest, but she refused to move unless he agreed to it. When he suggested they rinsed off, she heartedly agreed, but at the feel of the soap and then the water rinsing her off made her shudder and her nipples hardened painfully from the chill of it. However, she was a little saddened that his seed was washed from her. She looked up at him with questioning eyes when he picked her up out of the water and they stepped out, "Jason... can we..." A blush stained her cheeks and she nibbled on her bottom lip before she took a quick breath, "can we do this again?"

Jason was so considerate as he wrapped a plush towel around her first. She watched him as he moved to unplug the tub and all but purred at the sight of his body, watching as his muscles stretched and flexed. At his question, she pouted a bit and thought about it, normally she always has her hair blow dried and combed, but it took hours to do because of the thickness and length, so she shook her head, "no, it is fine, I am a little warn out and would like nothing more than to curl up in bed to cuddle." She reached out, taking his hand in hers and started to lead him towards her bedroom and the king size bed that filled it. Pulling the black velvet curtains that hung from the posters, she showed that the rest of her bedding was white and filled with frills and lace. At least ten pillows adorned her bed, along with a small stuffed animal that Jason had given to her when they were but children. She walked up the steps and crawled onto the bed. Turning around, she tugged at Jason's hand. When they were both in, she rested her head against his shoulder just as the curtain feel back into place, hiding them from the rest of the world and surrounding them in a dim darkness.

At the park, Stefan awoke to the voices of curious children, feeling something poke into his side. He sat up with a groan and had to hold his head between his hands to stop the world from spinning. The children had quickly backed away with his movements. His anger flourished to life as he thought of Mercy's betrayal and he longed to make her pay. How he longed to make them both pay for the humiliation they had caused him. Slowly and almost drunkenly he got to his feet, staggering all the while. After the first few steps, his equilibrium started to come back and he was able to walk in a semi-straight line. He made it back to his home, although stares and questions followed in his wake. When he slammed the door shut behind him, he hit the wall in frustration, causing his hand to go through it. He barely registered the pain. Taking off his boots, he walked through the house, pictures of Mercy here and there, but not appearing obsessional. Taking a key out of his pocket, he opened up his special room and stepped inside. Pictures of Mercy covered ever inch of the walls and in some there were some of her things, ribbons and trinkets that he had stolen when they were in Romania. A muffled cry came from the bed and he looked at the girl he held there, sickened and angered that he couldn't be the one he wanted. She could not even compare to the only one he wanted, but he was ready to have her join in his collection of living dolls. Picking up one of his instruments from the dresser, he walked towards her, and all she could do was scream.
 
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