Chapter 3
I've had some clipping issues in this chapter - I hope you can oversee that. Enjoy!
"It still seems unlikely that a simple recommendation from a relative would get you as far as it has"
Justine leans over the table, looking Blackquill curiously in the eyes.
"Tell me, is that really all it takes to make a name for yourself?"
Justine leans over the table, looking Blackquill curiously in the eyes.
"Tell me, is that really all it takes to make a name for yourself?"
He, on the other hand, looks down and blushes slightly, but his eyes are fixated on her.
"Dedication too. A whole lot of dedication"
"So I could become a politician right now if I wanted to?"
She gets that look on her face that she knows he loves, and he laughs.
"Oh, I'm sure the world of politics could use a woman as lovely as yourself in it, if you were willing to reach out to it"
"Dedication too. A whole lot of dedication"
"So I could become a politician right now if I wanted to?"
She gets that look on her face that she knows he loves, and he laughs.
"Oh, I'm sure the world of politics could use a woman as lovely as yourself in it, if you were willing to reach out to it"
Blackquill waves the waiter over and asks for the bill. Not unexpectedly, he shushes her when she wants to pay for herself, before he gets up reaches out a hand for her.
"Shall we?" he says and waggles his eyebrows, making her giggle.
She gets up, straightens out her skirt, and smiles.
"Definitely"
"Shall we?" he says and waggles his eyebrows, making her giggle.
She gets up, straightens out her skirt, and smiles.
"Definitely"
They barely manage to get inside the door before he's kissing her, and he does it roughly and Justine can't do anything but to hold on to him not to fall down onto the floor in a melted down mess.
She pants and pulls away for a second, looking him in the eyes. They're dark and hooded with want.
"Bedroom," she whispers and he moans lightly.
"Bedroom," she whispers and he moans lightly.
Eventually, they get far enough into the livingroom that he feels comfortable practically throwing her on the floor where he gets to ravishing her neck and running his hands down her sides. Her head is spinning and by the time he looks back up, they're both gasping for air.
"Calm down," she giggles between heavy breaths, "you crazy animal"
He just chuckles and dives in for her neck again. She can't even bring herself to complain.
He just chuckles and dives in for her neck again. She can't even bring herself to complain.
A while later, when they're both naked and panting on the floor, comfortably quiet, he turns to her just as she lits a cigarette and takes a puff.
"I know who you are"
She almost chokes on the smoke, but manages to keep her face straight and sits up, giving him a look that's a mixture of confusion and something else, something she can't really place.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"You heard me, love," he says calmly, "and you're not getting whatever it is that you want"
She almost chokes on the smoke, but manages to keep her face straight and sits up, giving him a look that's a mixture of confusion and something else, something she can't really place.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"You heard me, love," he says calmly, "and you're not getting whatever it is that you want"
She just stares at him. How in the world-?
Then, suddenly, in one swift motion he scoops her up in his arms, leaning her against the couch, grinning and getting a playful look in his eyes.
"Ready for round two?"
Then, suddenly, in one swift motion he scoops her up in his arms, leaning her against the couch, grinning and getting a playful look in his eyes.
"Ready for round two?"
She wakes up alone in the bed next morning, sore, but feeling surprisingly warm and content. His bed is soft and snuggly, and she smiles, feeling more comfortable than she has in a good while.
The smell of breakfast fills the house - melted butter, bacon, coffee and flour - and her stomach growls. Justine sets her naked feet on the floor and goes to grab her clothes that seem to mysteriously have disappeared somewhere.
Oh well, she thinks, grabbing his shirt from the floor. It smells musky of man and sex, but it's a good scent, she decides, and heads over to the kitchen.
Oh well, she thinks, grabbing his shirt from the floor. It smells musky of man and sex, but it's a good scent, she decides, and heads over to the kitchen.
Blackquill is standing in front of the oven and, judging by the scent, brewing coffee, all while humming along to some melody Justine doesn't recognize.
He also happens to do all of that in nothing but his underwear and she licks her lips unconciously at the sight.
"You know," he says, not turning around yet, "one would think working with hot things with a bare chest would be a bad idea... and - ouch - one would be nothing but completely right. Damn it"
He also happens to do all of that in nothing but his underwear and she licks her lips unconciously at the sight.
"You know," he says, not turning around yet, "one would think working with hot things with a bare chest would be a bad idea... and - ouch - one would be nothing but completely right. Damn it"
He puts the waffles down on a counter and turns off the stove, and then he looks at her, eyes sleepy and gentle.
"Morning, beautiful"
"Good morning yourself, need any help?"
"Morning, beautiful"
"Good morning yourself, need any help?"
"Nah," he says and grins, "come here"
The kisses are almost too good.
The kisses are almost too good.