Stop me if me you’ve heard this one before (WvethxGirlofglass)

[Girl of Glass]

“Hey kid, go out and get me some cigarettes,” a greasy looking trucker threw some crumpled bills on top of her sketch pad.

This guy was different from the one her mom had over last week, but at least this one came up with an excuse to get her to leave instead of just telling her to scram. Most people might think it was so they could bang without offending her senses but her mom had no issues with that. It turned out that junkies just really liked to shoot up in private.

Dark brown, almost black eyes gazed up at the stranger speaking to her as if they were familiar enough to know what kind of cigarettes he’d want. “Sure thing, whatever your name is,” she mumbled the last part before grabbing the cash and shutting her notebook. As she passed her mom, sprawled out on the couch in front of the fan, she was shouted at for blocking the television. Her mom wasn’t the type to tell her to be careful walking around on her own at night, even with the threat of a serial killer on the loose. Some small part of her hoped she’d run into him as she hurried by the television screen as not to incite her mother’s wrath.

The raven haired girl picked up the long board her dad had left her when she was eleven, he promised he’d teach her to surf but he never came back. She didn’t have any animosity towards him as she understood that mom was a lot to deal with. She zipped up her black Bathory hoodie in a weak attempt to hide how well endowed her small frame was that always garnered the attention of the creepiest guys. Though that seemed counterproductive considering she was wearing ripped shorts with fishnet stockings and some platform sneakers. She ran down the stairs of her apartment complex, still running once on the concrete of the parking lot before slapping her board on the ground and hopping onto it.

She coasted right by the corner store where they sold the cheap cigarettes her mom liked and went straight to her favorite bookstore. It was a local place with a really nice selection, which was why she liked it but she recently found out they had an expanded occult section that was kind of members only. Fortunately, she had become pals with the young woman that kept shop.

“Hey, Fred,” she chirped as she approached the young woman that was stocking shelves with new releases. She held her board in one hand and tucked strand of short, raven black hair behind her ear. You were right, Liber HVHI was totally worth the read. Anything new in,” she asked in a hushed tone.

 

[Wveth]

Winifred was busy shelving new releases. And it bugged the hell out of her. In fact, she resented having to run this stupid store in general. Whether it was painfully written vampire "love stories" that were inexplicably popular or some bullshit self-help book by a deluded, self-obsessed moron, there's not much she wouldn't rather be doing. Although there was one thing she would definitely rather be doing: continuing to study her Path. None of these things were an issue when she spent all her time in the chantry.

That was partially the reason she'd allowed Reese's company so much, and allowed her to see the tomes that the girl wasn't meant to. It couldn't be true disloyalty, she reasoned, because the human would never really understand them.

Winifred smiled gently at her, her voice soft as usual. "Always. In fact, I had something just for you." She walked away from the infernal New Release shelves, to the counter, where she had set a big leather-bound book with no title. "I have to do some studying again, but I wanted you to look at this, see what you can make of it. I was gonna just lock up, let you hang out again. That alright with you?" She handed the heavy, ancient-looking book over.

Jasmine, of course, was there too. Studying. She picked the chair in the most nondescript corner, under a dim light, reading a similarly untitled book. Her golden eyes perked up as she looked at the book Winifred was so casually handing to this human Jasmine had never seen before. This human who was being let into this store after closing. And being handed that book. Was she being groomed?

Either way, it had been a while since Jasmine had found herself struck by a human. This one didn't appear to like to accentuate her beauty, at least tonight, but she had plenty of it. And the books she was reading. She had the thirst for knowledge that Jasmine was looking for. In a partner.

 

[Girl of Glass]

Reese casually walked around the counter to take better look the seriously old book, taking a deep breath to inhale the intoxicating scent of leather and old paper. She didn’t even glance up at Winifred, just nodded and gave a small grunt as she exhaled. Her eyes scanned the pages before carefully turning them, a smile playing at the corner of her plump, pink lips.

“Blood magic,” she gasped as she leaned in closer, physically pulled in by the texts. Her brow furrowed as she read a somewhat confusing line a few times before she looked up. “Could you imagine if there were sorcerers running around using Thaurmaturgy? I’d shit my pants. Like right here, I’m pretty sure this describing how some guy whose name I can’t pronounce made someone’s blood literally boil. Death by blood boil, that’d make a great metal song title.”

Most people would find that appalling but Reese was smiling as she was only further intrigued and quite giddy about it. Then she looked at Winifred her head cock and her furrowed brow. They hadn’t been friends for long and it had never occurred to her until now to ask what exact she was studying for. “Are there degree programs for the occult? I’d always heard there wasn’t really a field for this sort of thing?”

For a brief moment she imagined Winifred might be a sorceress hiding in plain sight but capable of causing total chaos. Maybe she’d take her under her wing and teach her a thing or two. But she knew she’d never be so lucky as to be friends with someone like that, just another one of her fantasies.

 

[Wveth]

"Blood magic?" Winifred looked up at Reese, stopping as she made her way into the back of the store, which was a separate room. "No." She hurried over and snatched the book back. "Er, I'm sorry, this isn't the one I meant to give you. Some of these old ones really look the same..." She chuckled softly and was soon gone out of the room. She had just about shared secrets about her own clan. There was no way she could rationalize that. It was a good thing Reese had said something first.

Jasmine laughed quietly to herself through it all.

After a few seconds, Winifred returned with a similar looking book, handing it over to Reese in much the same way. "This is the one," she said, completely forgetting (or ignoring) the girl's questions.

The book she gave her was a collection of old translations of the Book of Nod, detailing Caine's exile from Eden, his meeting with Lilith, his founding of the First City, and so on. Although the writing was several hundred years old, meaning it would be difficult for a modern English speaker to make sense of it, even if they could understand the individual words. And even so, it was a collection of different translations and variations of the same story.

Winifred, ashamed that she had so nearly betrayed her clan, hurried away to lock herself in the back room for study.

 

[Girl of Glass]

Reese glanced up, eyes wide as the book was taken away from her. She hoped she hadn’t done anything wrong and didn’t really see what the big deal was. Not like any of this stuff was real. But she didn’t object as she figured just being allowed to hang out here was nice enough. Plus she thought she had someone laughing quietly.

She looked across the room towards the sound until her eyes landed on a beautiful woman with skin paler than her own. She envied those chicks that could really nail down that living dead look. When she realized the woman across the room was also looking at her, she quickly averted her eyes. Grateful when Winifred returned with a different book for her to bury her face in.

As she read over it, her lips pressed into a pout as she tried to make sense of what she was reading. It was worse than reading raw translations of Beowulf but she figured she could catch on with more time. Though it was made more difficult as she now felt as if she was being watched, occasionally glancing up. “It’s hard to make much sense of this,” she finally admitted, her voice quiet and her tone not as relaxed as before.

 

[Wveth]

A few moments after Reese spoke, Jasmine's book snapped closed, loud enough that the sound might be startling. She slowly raised from the chair in the dim corner, most of her lithe frame still in shadow as she walked closer to the girl, and closer to where the overhanging light was brighter. Finally she slowly came into view, the features of her pale face looking less mysterious in the light. She had used the blood within her to make herself appear less pale, less frightening.

"If I asked you what you were doing reading strange, old books in a closed bookstore after dark... I guess you'd just ask me the same thing, right?" She chuckled a bit, a sultry, deep sound, as she looked over Reese's shoulder. "Would you like a little help making sense of it?"

 

[Girl of Glass]

The crack of that book shutting in the dark echoed in the quiet bookstore, causing Reese to jerk in her chair as she looked up. A very interesting lady making her way over which made her round cheeks flush pink. Something about the way the woman advanced seemed primal and a bit frightening but in a hot way, not a pee your pants way.

“Uh, yeah,” Reese gave a nervous chuckle even though she would have had a very different response. More like, being here was better than being sexually harassed by her mom’s druggy boyfriends.

“Sure,” she breathed as she seemed to try to shrink. Her shoulders hunched as she pressed her knees together and chewed her lower lip. She leaned to one side and shoved the book towards the strange woman so she could see it. “I’m Reese, by the way.”

 

[Wveth]

"Jasmine," she responded. "Pleasure to meet you." Jasmine was channeling some of her blood into her Presence discipline. Not a lot, but just enough that Reese would feel that attraction, that desire to be close. And right now the vampire was fulfilling that need for her, standing right behind the woman's chair, leaning over her, soft bosoms pressed into her shoulders.

"Let's see," she whispered, so close to Reese's ear, her hand sliding up Reese's arm to her hand, all just to adjust the corner of the book. "Hmmm...." She pretended to read, instead just letting the girl soak in her presence for a moment before she stood back up.

"Oh, that's the story of Caine. Or rather, many different versions of it. Why he was cast out, how he became a vampire, how he met Lilith. Things like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing?"

 

[Girl of Glass]

In almost an instant, Reese went from trying to inch away from Jasmine to leaning into her. Her lips parted slightly to let out a small puff of air when she felt the other woman’s warm bosoms against her shoulder. A tingle running up her spine when she felt her warm breath dance across her ear, she inhaled sharp through her nose and tried to keep her composure. But as the woman’s hand slid down her arm, she was no longer looking at the book as her gaze turned to Jasmine, staring at her perfect features as she read the ancient book. Her scent more intoxicating than any book Reese had ever read, every breath making her want to be close to this woman even more. Wondering who she was or where she’d come from, there was something so different about her that made Reese change entirely.

When Jasmine straightened up, Reese fluttered her long dark eyelashes and nearly reached out to her, her hands twitching slightly. She hadn’t had enough yet but she managed to keep her hands to herself by instead shoving them under the table and curling her fingers around the hem of her hoodie. Snapping herself out of the little stupor.


“Y-Yeah,” she stammered as she tried to recover from that little moment, “I love reading about this kind of stuff. I mean, I’ve come across Lilith before as a demon, as the femme fatale in modern art, as the wife of Satan and the first mother of demons... Wiccans worship her too. Such a mysterious woman... But I’ve never read anything about her being involved with Caine or Caine being a vampire? What religious order is this text from?”

In all of her of studying, she’d never come across anything about vampires. They weren’t really that interesting to her, probably because of all the romanticized novels about them and the films. They just seemed silly to her and it seemed so much less likely that they would be real. Secret orders, demons, and ghosts made more sense to her.

 

[Wveth]

Ah, it was always so satisfying to watch a woman get goosebumps, get all warm underneath her clothes, just because of Jasmine. The women she was used to seducing where usually glamorous, elegant, long-haired beauties in dresses or other high-end fashion. Reese represented a welcome change from the norm, with her short hair and baggy sweater. Even without the glitz, she was an attractive woman. But as a whole, she was... "cute." It was interesting, and as Jasmine allowed her blood to make her feel these human emotions of attraction again, she found that she liked it very much. Liked her very much. She was already thinking just how cute the girl would look with some eyeshadow and black lipstick... but then those were her favourites. Then she starting thinking about how she would look without her hoodie. She had to focus again.

"No religious order that still exists, I don't think. But I'm glad you understood some of it. That makes you pretty clever." She smiled a proud kind of smile that would delight anyone under her spell. Jasmine pulled up a chair, sitting up next to her, touching shoulders, enough that the thin silk of Jasmine's almost sheer top was tugged, exposing a bit of her shoulder. "I guess there are all these different versions of it, because the original is so old that we can't quite figure out the language. That's how I understood it, I mean. One of the oldest examples of writing we have, and while it's similar to some old languages, it's not perfect. So some of these discrepancies come from being unsure how to translate parts of it. I find it really fascinating."

 

[Girl of Glass]

Reese mirrored that smile Jasmine gave her, it made her feel warm all over and she couldn't remember the last time someone complimented her like that. She couldn't remember when someone looked at her with so much satisfaction, almost like a proud parent. Which made her feel a bit weird considering Jasmine was also making her feel all warm and fuzzy in her netherbits, being made more painfully aware of that fact as she pressed her knees together. It was tough being a hormonal teen with abandonment and mommy issues, she realized then. Though it was kind of a self-depreciating joke to distract her from the multitudes of terrible thoughts running through her mind about a woman she'd only just met and knew next to nothing about. It was almost effective until she saw that bit of shoulder, the skin perfect and smooth, all she could think about was pressing her lips there and moving down. Her eyes roamed but quickly returned to Jasmine's face when she continued on about the text they were reading. Was it really just her that was having a hard time focusing?

"I find it really fascinating too," though again she wasn't looking at the text, "I'm surprised someone linguist hasn't poured over this stuff and figured it out." Finally, her eyes returned to the text and she got that knot between her brows as she sucked in her bottom lip, letting it free when she posed a question. "How can we be sure they're referring to Caine as a vampire? I've never seen vampires mentioned this far back, the earliest I've ever seen is the 17th century. If it really does say vampire, this is quite the find."

Without realizing it, Reese had scooted closer and her legs pointed towards the woman. Both hands relinquished her hoodie as one reached up to carefully turn the page, as her other hand fell from her lap and grazed Jasmine's thigh. "Oh, sorry," she murmured as she looked over at Jasmine, once again trapped there and unable to look away. A tremble rising from deep within her as she realized how close their faces were now. She held her breath.

 

[Wveth]

Jasmine was exceedingly cool and smooth about it. She reveled in being able to feel the lust and the romance and the hormones, unlike most others of her kind. With this cute little woman acting all flustered, by now Jasmine's normal course of action would be to lean in for a kiss... and then redirect towards her neck. But with her, no, she wanted to take her time. This girl was so deliciously young. Let her stew in a pot of her own metaphorical and literal juices for a while.

"It's fine," Jazz said with a casual chuckle, grabbing Reese's hand and redirecting it to her own thigh. She was mostly proper here, but she may have "accidentally" gotten off just the tiniest of squeezes. So supple.

"Well, actually Reese, a lot of linguists have pored over it. This is the best they've got. At least, that's what I've been told. And I don't think it explicitly mentions "vampire," but then, if you read ahead..." She flipped a few pages. "...Caine was cursed with terrifying fangs and to subsist on human blood. So it's pretty analogous to vampires, at least."

 

[Girl of Glass]

The moment Jasmine move her hand back, Reese was convinced that she was in this alone. All this woman wanted to do was have a friendly conversation about ancient texts and here she was getting all worked up over nothing. Well, she wouldn't call Jasmine's beauty and suave demeanor nothing but none of it seemed intentional. But was that a squeeze? No, it was probably just an accident and there was no reason for her to feel that squeeze all over her body somehow. As if that wasn't enough to send her unnecessarily spiraling, even the way she said her name only made the poor young woman's mind wander to places that had nothing to do with the current topic.

She crossed her legs and jiggled her foot as she chewed her lower lip as not to let out a whimper that threatened to come out. She turned her focus back to the page that Jasmine flipped to, her eyes scanning the pages before she looked at Jasmine with slight confusion in her eyes. "Analogous? I'm assuming that means relating to which is wicked," she grinned, "I'm actually reading something with possibly the first mention of a vampire. So what happened after he met Lilith?"

It seemed her thirst for knowledge was more pressing than her lust, for now anyways.

 

[Wveth]

Jasmine could just about smell all the pheromones pouring out of Reese's young body at this point. And despite her supernatural self-control, she wanted nothing more than to literally tear that hoodie to shreds get her mouth on everything underneath. But she resisted for now.

"Yep, that's what it means. Did I mention you're clever?" She gave Reese a wink and gingerly poked the tip of her nose.

But the vampire wanted more. She wanted to see Reese squirm. So as she started to explain, her hand ran along the top of the young girl's leg, on her thigh. Gently squeezing rubbing up and down. Jasmine continued as if nothing was amiss. "Well, apparently he was all sad from being exiled. Lilith gave him magical powers, which I guess she could do because she was so connected to God. Something like that. But she was cursed too, for wanted to rule over Adam. So her curse was that nobody would ever love her. So, when she fell in love with Caine, he left."

 

[Girl of Glass]

Reese had to bite back a smile as Jasmine booped her adorable who nose. Blood rushing to her cheeks so they became as red as apples the more she sat with this woman. Then she did something altogether unexpected, her hand gently caressing her thigh so that all she could think about was her hand inching further up. She cleared her throat to hide a gasp as she uncrossed her leg and shifted in her seat slightly. Obviously, Jasmine was interested in her like that and she was probably just being friendly so she didn't want to make a big deal about it. But her body was making a huge deal out of it. She was so glad she'd kept her hoodie on.

"That's so sad," she managed to say, her voice dropping to a whisper as she was starting to feel like she and Lilith might share some things in common, "What happened to her after that?"

 

[Wveth]

"I don't know. There aren't really any other myths that deal with her. Not in the sense of what she did, anyway. Or maybe they're out there somewhere. I have a bit of a collection myself at home. After leaving Lilith, Caine gets married, makes some shiny new vampires, rules over the world's first city. That kind of thing."

Oh those cute reactions. This poor girl was just starving for touch, wasn't she? How could anyone not have been keeping her satisfied? Poor thing.

"Now, about you," she said, curling her hand so it slid up to Reese's inner thigh - there was no mistaking her intentions now. "You have been such a good girl, pretending like I'm not being a handsy little creep. Which I am, full disclosure." She grinned. "But you haven't asked me to stop. And my goodness are you ever warming my hand right now." She rested her head on the girl's shoulder. Her voice was a breathy, sultry whisper. "I should apologize though. But I couldn't keep my hands off you."

 

[Girl of Glass]

After hearing about Caine and his shiny new vampires, Reese was suddenly very interested to learn more about that as well. But could she really go home with some woman she hardly knew in the middle of the night? Though Jasmine didn’t strike her as a cold blooded killer, there was something dangerous about her and she liked it.

As she was she still pondering what to do about the information just given to her, Reese yelped before clapping both hands over her mouth and staring at Jasmine, eyes wide and apologetic. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like it, it had just caught her completely by surprise. She looked around to see if Winifred was paying them any attention before dropping her hands. Something about being called a good girl by this woman with that voice made her cheeks hot as she struggled to string words together to make a coherent sentence.

“Uh, I,” she couldn’t look at Jasmine as watched her own hands fidget with the cuffs of her sleeves. “I wasn’t sure if you were being a handsy creep or not,” she winced when she realized that implied she thought Jasmine was a handsy creep and even if she’d just admitted to it, that didn’t seem very nice. “I mean, I didn’t ask you to stop because I didn’t mind it. So uh, no apologies needed.”

This didn’t seem real. People this attractive didn’t give her a second glance because even Reese realized she wasn’t sexy, she was cute and no one wanted to fuck cute. But here she was, gently lifting her hips without even thinking about it so Jasmine could better feel the warmth coming from her crotch. There was no confusion about what Jasmine wanted now, and Reese tilted her head down so that her hungry lips could find Jasmine’s.

 

[Wveth]

Jasmine looked at Reese with a hungry kind of lust and curiosity. "Nobody's taken care of you in a long time, have they, huh baby?" she cooed. It might honestly come off a bit patronizing. "Poor girl. Because these are definitely some of the most touchable thighs I've ever had the pleasure of caressing. And the fishnet stockings are just hot, girl. Just... fucking... hot." She whispered those last three words in Reese's ear, before nipping it, tugging at it, and then coming back to indulge on the girl's lips.

"You want a kiss?" she mumbled, even as she softly kissed her. They were gentle, almost chaste little kisses, one after the other, teasing her. "God you taste good," she said in a huskier tone as she got more into it.

Meanwhile her hand was restless, and in an instant the fly on Reese's shorts was popped, the zipper pulled down. And then fingers caressing the front of Reese's panties.

 

[Girl of Glass]

It felt almost as if Jasmine was making fun of her and she wondered if it was obvious to her that Reese was a virgin. It made her the tiniest bit upset which was evident by her pursed lips and perfectly plucked raised brow, but it turned her own way more, just another way of teasing her. She felt a wave of electric all over her body as Jasmine whispered in her ear, she felt it there, then her already pert nipples, down her hips and thighs then back up over that tiny bundle of nerves between her thighs.

It was difficult to breathe as she was nearly panting when Jasmine nibbled at her ear before kissing her. Each one was never enough and she reached over to wrap her arms about Jasmines neck as she leaned in to press her lips against hers, parting her lips to flick her tongue across the other woman’s lip. Then before she knew what was happening, she felt her hand inside her shorts, rubbing against her black cotton hipster panties. She jerked and moved her hands to tug at Jasmine’s wrist.

“Wait, I, um no one’s ever, you know. And I can be pretty clingy so this is probably a bad idea. For you, not for me. I would only be so lucky, but you’d probably be over me in a day and I’d just become a total bother...”

She talked a lot when she was nervous.

 

[Wveth]

I've made the most aloof girls in the world clingy. Jasmine thought with a knowing smile. But then, she also tended to vanish after feeding on them the first few times, so they didn't have too long to actually be clingy. If Reese did turn out to be the one Jasmine wanted to Embrace... she'd have a long time to figure out whether being clingy was something she hated. Right now though, it seemed like just the thing she wanted. Besides to feel just how wet she had made her cute little friend.

"I like the way you look," Jasmine whispered. "And you seem smart. I'm lonely, and it sounds like you're lonely too. We both want to touch, but maybe I'm just a little better at taking what I want." She nipped those plump lips of hers, then kissed back along her cheek, faintly growling. "Are you eager to fall in love? Or do you just want a deep..." She slipped her hand beneath Reese's panties. "...satisfying..." She firmly cupped that virgin sex. "...touch?"

 

[Girl of Glass]

There was something about the way Jasmine looked at her, all hungry and deprived. Some of the the things she said too, that made Reese think this was a terrible idea. She was certain she would end up heart broken and disappointed but considered that just maybe it would be worth it to feel for even a moment that she was needed. Besides, her body ached to feel more of Jasmine, to taste her. She would completely agree that Jasmine was better at taking what she wanted.

Reese tried to catch her lip gently between her teeth and sighed happily as she kissed her cheek, growling into her. It was so sexy, it made her feel like prey, her heart thumping hard and fast. Jasmine poses a question but before she could gather her thoughts, the woman ignored her hands wrapped around her wrist, shoving past and into her panties. Her engorged love button pulsed with pleasure as her hairy mound was squeezed. A sweet little moan escaped her lips as shiver ran through her, her eyes shut before she looked over at Jasmine. Her grip on her wrist was firmer than before but she was no longer trying to pull it away.

“Yes,” she gasped. Not really answering the question but her brain couldn’t form a complete sentence. She just wanted Jasmine in every way she could possibly have her.

 

[Wveth]

Jasmine could hear Winifred getting up in the other room long before she got to the actual door. She could have pulled her hand away from Reese and out of her pants, but chose not to. Reese already knew was Jasmine was doing, at least in general. She was not a stupid girl. Sure enough, the door opened and Winifred stepped into the room, and Jasmine pulled back.

Winifred affected a nervous laugh. "Oh my goodness," she said. "I see you've met my friend Jasmine." Another little chuckle. "Well... I'm glad you're getting along. What kind of books were you reading?" she teased.

Jasmine, while she was not facing Winifred, gingerly bit her own finger. There was Reese's taste. She turned then, rubbing the short-haired girl's shoulder. "Sorry about that. One thing kinda lead to another..."

"I see that," Winifred said, looking between them awkwardly.

 

[Girl of Glass]

What a terrible stroke of luck. Reese’s lower lips were dripping in Jasmine’s hand just as Winifred, who she’d completely forgotten about, entered the room. The raven haired girl pulled herself away from Jasmine, inching over in her chair to put more space between them as she pulled her hoodie over her unzipped shorts. Winifred didn’t seem to mind and didn’t make a scene about it so it made sense that Jasmine didn’t seem at all embarrassed. But it was worse somehow being the one partially undressed.

Jasmine rubbed her shoulder, as if to try to soothe her but it wasn’t really working. She was so overcome she hadn’t said a thing, she just held her jacket down and stared at the book with her crimson cheeks glowing. When Jasmine openly admitted what had obviously been going on, she looked up and her lips parted as if she were going to say something but the look Winifred gave them made her pause.

“I should get home,” she finally blurred out as she zipped and buttoned her shorts before gathering her things. She stormed over to the door, not looking at the others. She felt like they had just played some weird game with her and she was so mad at herself for falling for it. She tried to push the door open but remembered it was locked.

“Fred, could you let me out?” Her knuckles were white from gripping her board too tight and her jaw was clenched. Her knitted brow hidden by her bangs as she kept her eyes lowered.

 

[Wveth]

Winifred snagged the keys from her pocket. "Of course... but... Reese, honey, don't freak out too much, okay? Nobody's judging you or anything."

Jasmine stood quiet, unimpressed by the turn of events. If she ever did Embrace her, she knew that the fewer people who saw them together, the better. She couldn't really risk following her. "That was my fault, Reese," she said quietly. "I'm sorry. I hope to see you again, though.

Soon the door was unlocked with Winifred sighing.

 

[Girl of Glass]

“It’s cool,” she said with a shrug.

It wasn’t until Jasmine spoke that she looked up, turning her head so that their eyes met as she searched for something genuine in her eyes. “Yeah, for sure,” her voice monotonous as she turned to walk out of the store.

On her way home she stopped to get the cigarettes she was supposed to bring back an hour ago. Not that anyone noticed once she was home, they were both passed out on the couch. She retreated to her room where she stared at the ceiling for a while, unable to get Jasmine’s smile out of her head or that bored expression on her face just as she left the book store. Then she remembered her touch and the hungry look in her eyes, that feeling of being completely powerless and she’d have to use her own touch to stifle those feelings. But a couple of hours later that need was back. She told herself she wasn’t going back there but she wondered just how long she’d be able to hold out.