Light Romance
Rating: Pg-16
Rose Pulls her long red hair back into a high pony tail. Placing light pink gloss on her lips. The shirt dropped off her shoulders, jeans hugging her hips. She knew she looked good, as she smiles at her reflection. Her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter.
Jack: Here!
Rose: Okies :)
She sprays one last spritz of her favorite perfume over, slipping out of the bathroom, very quietly she pulls open the front door, stepping out on to the porch. Closing the door, very slowly, making sure that it does not click loudly. Her heart is racing fast in her chest, as she turns around, taking in the view of the dark blue Challenger, windows slightly tinted. Walking over the passenger side, she swings her bag on the floor board, jumping right in with a giant smile on her face.
Jack pulls the car out and speeds off. Rose, peeks around the inside of the car, stopping to gaze at his face. No matter how many time she see's it, each time her heart still jumps a beat. His strong jaw, kind eyes, short but soft hair. His chest was made for her head to rest, his arms strong when they take her in. She crosses her legs, feeling a little over heated, just thinking about his lips on her neck! 'Maybe it's best to just look out the window' she thinks to herself.
"I feel like, I'm free every time we are together." Rose stares out the window watching her neighborhood fall far behind. "Daddy is always so cruel. I hate it here, I hate feeling like I'm just trapped with no future." Rose states.
"Ah so you only want me for the freedom!" Jacks smile is contagious as he glances her way.
"Shut the fuck up, you asshole, you know what I meant." She slaps his chest with the back of her hand. "So where are we going?!" she beams again.
"Where ever you wanna go?" Jack smirks, pulling the car out onto the highway.
"Let's go to... hmmmm let's go to Paris!" She giggles at the thought, only to sober up knowing she will never be able to leave home. "Lets just go somewhere, you decide!" keeping the smile on her face.
Jack nods, then turning up the music, as he takes steer's us across the pavement. Rose stares out the window again, happy just to have some peace for a moment. Rose begins to counts all the red cars that pass by. Meeting Jack was amazing, it was instant, he just knew, or knows, what to say. The fact that her father hates him, did not help them to be together. That doesn't and will never stop her though. She will one day get a grip on this life. Have a job make some money and get the hell out of Maine. Her hatred for this place, only grows with every passing day. Sure it's pretty, sure, she has always been here. She knows this is not her place though, she was meant to be a gypsy, someone needs to be set free. A girl who wants to have a chance to really get her life on the road! Rose thinks about her and Jack running away together often. She does not know if Jack really loves her, or if he just enjoys the thrill of being with a girl who knows so little about love. Rose's thoughts darken. To let him in anymore then she has will only cause her more hurt. How could she ever, trust, fully again. He makes her want to though. He makes her want to feel like everything is going to be alright. She wants to make him proud, to be his girl to the end, his ride or die. She smiles again.
'That's it, even if he does not love her as she loves him. She will get it together, so that she can care for him and anyone else that needs it.' Outside the sun is setting and there is no traffic on the streets. She had never been out this way before, the highway was always nice to drive on. Sun light over the road, pink, oranges all around. Sitting in the car, letting him take control of where they were headed was so sweet and relaxing. Rock music bumping the speakers listening to him sing along, her body swaying softly to the words. Mouthing the songs she knew, and just reflecting on those she didn't. Jack pulls off the highway unto exit 12 Maine Drive. The headlights now lighting the way. Buildings on the shabbier side where lined along side the streets. Jack makes lefts and rights. "This kinda feels like a oil plant of some sorts." Rose states lightly, anticipation rising. Golden twinkling lights from a massive castle of pipes pass them by. Finally pulling to a parking spot, Jack parks, stepping out of the car around to her door. Rose slips her hand into Jack's. Warm, strong, safe. It was dark and windy the stars were twinkling out now. She heard it light at first then the crashing of the ocean on the sand. Brutal and dark. Her breathe catches from horror and she starts muttering pulling back. 'Not the ocean, that vast space with creatures lurking below the surface. Jack pulls her to him, tightly.
"Hey, its cool. Come on. Look..." he points with his face to right. Roses eyes look up. Tall, white, simple, amazing.
"OH MY GOD!!!! I NEVER SEEN A LIGHT HOUSE!!!!" She claps her hands together and does a little jump. "Come on" Grabbing his hand she starts leading him through the sand. Then slows as a large bush on her right gets closer, fear clear as day on her face.
"Come on Rose. . . such a cute frightened kitty" Jack laughs at her.
"What if there are snakes, or dogs or a mean evil being or something." She says moving slowly past the over grown bush... the water to left crashing up on the sand inching closer to her feet. The white foam on the black sea... pretty but deadly... Rose shivers and walks onward focusing on the giant lighthouse. A small path leads up, Jack behind her. She halts to a stop, A dark figure near the entrance. Jack slams into her back.
"What did you stop for?" Jack says taking hold of her shoulders, from falling forward. "Come on.."
"I seriously just thought that was a person, I really should have my eyes checked." She giggled and walks out to the entrance. It was clear of anything all around it. A small walk way that lead to the door was in front of it. It's height was larger standing at the base, she looked up and couldn't stop smiling, the wind whipped through her hair, the smell of salt, Jack, and the bright light spinning slowly through the darkness.
His hand slips into hers, turning her towards him, his hand around her waist with ease. Pulls her close, and he starts a sweet slow dance. She loves the way he smells, there is no way to describe it either. Just his scent.
"Now all we need is music." Jack looks down at her.
Smiling Rose responds "Ah, you can just sing for me. You know I love when you sing." Jacks smile gets a little goofy as he pulls her closer and laughs. Rose head lays on his chest, she holds him tightly to her. 'If only things could be this simple. If only their love was strong enough to literally make the world disappear. If only they could run away, she could open up all the way, no holding back, show him how much love she could give him.'
She pulls away... thinking on theses things always places her in a melancholy mood. Rose wants nothing more then to just enjoy this moment, for what it is. A moment she can keep forever with her, and replay over and over in her head. She pulls away and walks around the to front, or maybe back of the light house, the part that faces the ocean.. There was a nice concrete lift circling the whole lighthouse. No sand could reach her from there, and she looked out in to the darkness... watching the light stream so powerful into the nothing. . .
Then Jack is there, and again he shifts her perspective. This view could be a simple alleyway, and it wouldn't matter. He filled her whole view. She knew what was next, she knew if they started it would be her that would have to stop. Rose could not keep resisting him, and his smiles. His kisses were always so sweet. She did not remember who leaned in to who, but there he was even closer now, it was like relief when there lips touched. Her hands roam over his body, as the kiss deepened. Her hunger always started in her heart, moving down her chest to butterflies in her stomach and lastly would move wickedly low. Lower still, till her thighs shiver and spooks run up her back. She knew all the wickedness he was capable of, and still she seemed to trust him with her body. More then anyone who had ever touched her before. She wanted him to be her first. His kisses deepened into a sweet tongue on tongue dance. His hands slipping up her arms cupping her face then around her waist. His fingertips the only thing touching her, lightly under her shirt. Then he hooks his fingers on the rim of her jeans, sliding the finger across her hip. Something so simply, felt so good. Her shoulders on the cold hard wall now, wind blowing her hair away from her face. Jacks lips move down over her jawline to her neck. Shivers all over, building up sweet clench of need.
His tongue circles lightly on her collar, suckling down. She digs into his shoulders. It goes from light and playful, to needy in a few moments, her body begs for him, her words are never needed, he always knew what she was craving. Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, kissing down, little trails let the breeze come and touch her shoulder sending her into a fit of chills She kisses his face runs her hands through his hair. Toys with the edge of his pants. He then moves in a more demanding tone, slipping her bra strap over her shoulder, kissing still , his other hand placed there, moving his fingers over her jeans back and forth, back and forth only creating a dance with her hips. Rose's eyes lids close its to much to hold, to much. He does not relent, its bittersweet. She knows she should stop, but he knows her better, and he knows she wants him. Growing colder still, she feels the heat of his breath, now on her chest, then her breast. Off the other shoulder goes the other bra strap, then in a soft bounce they slip out into his hand, and in a rush her nipple is now in his mouth. His tongue wraps around it, teeth nip at it, his mouth warm welcome with the cold breeze.
Shivering now, she clings to him, a gust of wind blows sense into her lungs as her hair whips around her face. She slips to the side, pulling up her bra, and then pulling up her shirt. Her whole body shakes, she goes to sit on the edge of the slab, again watching the light hit the black water. Jack jumps down, a smile on his face, like a challenge has just been excepted. She smiles back up at him, he looked like a angel in the glowing lights.
He looks down at her... and then leans over kissing her. Rose loves this the most, with him above her, safe from all others, this is where she feels the closest to him, him on her. His fingers find there way back to her soft place. Rose now on her back looking up as he removes her shoulder straps once again, her head dizzy with need again. Can't escape him.
Who would want to?
Why does she need to?
Answers she does not wanna know, he feels so warm her hands sliding over his abs and chest. Her nails digging into this shoulders and her naked breasts are pressed to his chest. Her hips lifting searching for what he has that she needs. He begins to kiss lower, pinching her nipples lightly, while moving down to her sides and stomach. Rose looks up. The view and the sensations, dream like. The light house tall the light powerful steady constant stream of light. He was her light, light while she is drowning at sea, he is all she needs to see, find the shore. Sea breeze does not let up, and she grows almost to cold, from the ground and the heat between her legs making her need become a pain.
"Jack"
"Hmmmm" his mouth still kissing her. . .
"Jack?" her voice still breathless, he looks up at her with those bright eyes.
"Yes."
"Can we go?"
"Now?" his voice a little worried and puzzled.
"Yes, I'm worried."
Jack sighs, and stares intensely at her for a moment, then as always he plays off the moment with a laughing or joking matter.
Rose's favorite things about him, he never sticks on bad moods. She pulls her cloths up. Not understanding why she had to stop. Why did she stop, she was in a perfect mood, the place was cold sure, but what was it that held her back. Then she knew, fear, fear held her down. Why is she so afraid to fully love him, why is she scared that he will run, when he see's the real her underneath all her pride?
Love scary thing, she likes what they have now, simply, secrets yes, but simple. She knew there would be a day when he would ask for more, what would she say... yes, or no.
Slipping her hand into his they walk back, making plans of the future, talking about a better brighter tomorrow. Rose knows she is in love with him, would do almost anything for him,willingly give herself to him. Yet, this fear, this fear keeps her in check.
Good things never last, good things always end. She will be left alone, even with someone, they will eventually move on, lose the fascination with her, Rose has always been a mere fascination for most of the boys she dated. Then one day the flame is snuffed out. How long till this is snuffed out. On the outside she is giggling laughing a full smile for him. She loves him, on the inside its a war. A war of the confused and fearful.
Being with him makes her feel so high, yet weary of the distance she is from the ground.
He kisses her and her wings spread but the marks of the chains that once held her still make her not take flight. If she were to fly, would he let her go? Trust her to come back? Wait for her? Would he move on to the next trap soul, saving another damsel? How long could this sneaking go on. How long will her fathers hate for Jack continue?
Back in the car, singing together holding hands, letting life carry her back to her reality, back to the castle in which she stays. A dungeon dressed in a fancy way. For now though, his warmth is in her hand. His voice singing to this band. He has the wheel, he controls where she goes, he is the leader she wants to follow. The man she wants to love.
A long drive home, empty her thoughts out on his kisses, and his words and his voice, his face, on him.
Rating: Pg-16
Rose Pulls her long red hair back into a high pony tail. Placing light pink gloss on her lips. The shirt dropped off her shoulders, jeans hugging her hips. She knew she looked good, as she smiles at her reflection. Her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter.
Jack: Here!
Rose: Okies :)
She sprays one last spritz of her favorite perfume over, slipping out of the bathroom, very quietly she pulls open the front door, stepping out on to the porch. Closing the door, very slowly, making sure that it does not click loudly. Her heart is racing fast in her chest, as she turns around, taking in the view of the dark blue Challenger, windows slightly tinted. Walking over the passenger side, she swings her bag on the floor board, jumping right in with a giant smile on her face.
Jack pulls the car out and speeds off. Rose, peeks around the inside of the car, stopping to gaze at his face. No matter how many time she see's it, each time her heart still jumps a beat. His strong jaw, kind eyes, short but soft hair. His chest was made for her head to rest, his arms strong when they take her in. She crosses her legs, feeling a little over heated, just thinking about his lips on her neck! 'Maybe it's best to just look out the window' she thinks to herself.
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"I feel like, I'm free every time we are together." Rose stares out the window watching her neighborhood fall far behind. "Daddy is always so cruel. I hate it here, I hate feeling like I'm just trapped with no future." Rose states.
"Ah so you only want me for the freedom!" Jacks smile is contagious as he glances her way.
"Shut the fuck up, you asshole, you know what I meant." She slaps his chest with the back of her hand. "So where are we going?!" she beams again.
"Where ever you wanna go?" Jack smirks, pulling the car out onto the highway.
"Let's go to... hmmmm let's go to Paris!" She giggles at the thought, only to sober up knowing she will never be able to leave home. "Lets just go somewhere, you decide!" keeping the smile on her face.
Jack nods, then turning up the music, as he takes steer's us across the pavement. Rose stares out the window again, happy just to have some peace for a moment. Rose begins to counts all the red cars that pass by. Meeting Jack was amazing, it was instant, he just knew, or knows, what to say. The fact that her father hates him, did not help them to be together. That doesn't and will never stop her though. She will one day get a grip on this life. Have a job make some money and get the hell out of Maine. Her hatred for this place, only grows with every passing day. Sure it's pretty, sure, she has always been here. She knows this is not her place though, she was meant to be a gypsy, someone needs to be set free. A girl who wants to have a chance to really get her life on the road! Rose thinks about her and Jack running away together often. She does not know if Jack really loves her, or if he just enjoys the thrill of being with a girl who knows so little about love. Rose's thoughts darken. To let him in anymore then she has will only cause her more hurt. How could she ever, trust, fully again. He makes her want to though. He makes her want to feel like everything is going to be alright. She wants to make him proud, to be his girl to the end, his ride or die. She smiles again.
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'That's it, even if he does not love her as she loves him. She will get it together, so that she can care for him and anyone else that needs it.' Outside the sun is setting and there is no traffic on the streets. She had never been out this way before, the highway was always nice to drive on. Sun light over the road, pink, oranges all around. Sitting in the car, letting him take control of where they were headed was so sweet and relaxing. Rock music bumping the speakers listening to him sing along, her body swaying softly to the words. Mouthing the songs she knew, and just reflecting on those she didn't. Jack pulls off the highway unto exit 12 Maine Drive. The headlights now lighting the way. Buildings on the shabbier side where lined along side the streets. Jack makes lefts and rights. "This kinda feels like a oil plant of some sorts." Rose states lightly, anticipation rising. Golden twinkling lights from a massive castle of pipes pass them by. Finally pulling to a parking spot, Jack parks, stepping out of the car around to her door. Rose slips her hand into Jack's. Warm, strong, safe. It was dark and windy the stars were twinkling out now. She heard it light at first then the crashing of the ocean on the sand. Brutal and dark. Her breathe catches from horror and she starts muttering pulling back. 'Not the ocean, that vast space with creatures lurking below the surface. Jack pulls her to him, tightly.
"Hey, its cool. Come on. Look..." he points with his face to right. Roses eyes look up. Tall, white, simple, amazing.
"OH MY GOD!!!! I NEVER SEEN A LIGHT HOUSE!!!!" She claps her hands together and does a little jump. "Come on" Grabbing his hand she starts leading him through the sand. Then slows as a large bush on her right gets closer, fear clear as day on her face.
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"Come on Rose. . . such a cute frightened kitty" Jack laughs at her.
"What if there are snakes, or dogs or a mean evil being or something." She says moving slowly past the over grown bush... the water to left crashing up on the sand inching closer to her feet. The white foam on the black sea... pretty but deadly... Rose shivers and walks onward focusing on the giant lighthouse. A small path leads up, Jack behind her. She halts to a stop, A dark figure near the entrance. Jack slams into her back.
"What did you stop for?" Jack says taking hold of her shoulders, from falling forward. "Come on.."
"I seriously just thought that was a person, I really should have my eyes checked." She giggled and walks out to the entrance. It was clear of anything all around it. A small walk way that lead to the door was in front of it. It's height was larger standing at the base, she looked up and couldn't stop smiling, the wind whipped through her hair, the smell of salt, Jack, and the bright light spinning slowly through the darkness.
His hand slips into hers, turning her towards him, his hand around her waist with ease. Pulls her close, and he starts a sweet slow dance. She loves the way he smells, there is no way to describe it either. Just his scent.
"Now all we need is music." Jack looks down at her.
Smiling Rose responds "Ah, you can just sing for me. You know I love when you sing." Jacks smile gets a little goofy as he pulls her closer and laughs. Rose head lays on his chest, she holds him tightly to her. 'If only things could be this simple. If only their love was strong enough to literally make the world disappear. If only they could run away, she could open up all the way, no holding back, show him how much love she could give him.'
She pulls away... thinking on theses things always places her in a melancholy mood. Rose wants nothing more then to just enjoy this moment, for what it is. A moment she can keep forever with her, and replay over and over in her head. She pulls away and walks around the to front, or maybe back of the light house, the part that faces the ocean.. There was a nice concrete lift circling the whole lighthouse. No sand could reach her from there, and she looked out in to the darkness... watching the light stream so powerful into the nothing. . .
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| Put a Bow on It |
Then Jack is there, and again he shifts her perspective. This view could be a simple alleyway, and it wouldn't matter. He filled her whole view. She knew what was next, she knew if they started it would be her that would have to stop. Rose could not keep resisting him, and his smiles. His kisses were always so sweet. She did not remember who leaned in to who, but there he was even closer now, it was like relief when there lips touched. Her hands roam over his body, as the kiss deepened. Her hunger always started in her heart, moving down her chest to butterflies in her stomach and lastly would move wickedly low. Lower still, till her thighs shiver and spooks run up her back. She knew all the wickedness he was capable of, and still she seemed to trust him with her body. More then anyone who had ever touched her before. She wanted him to be her first. His kisses deepened into a sweet tongue on tongue dance. His hands slipping up her arms cupping her face then around her waist. His fingertips the only thing touching her, lightly under her shirt. Then he hooks his fingers on the rim of her jeans, sliding the finger across her hip. Something so simply, felt so good. Her shoulders on the cold hard wall now, wind blowing her hair away from her face. Jacks lips move down over her jawline to her neck. Shivers all over, building up sweet clench of need.
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| Put a Bow on It |
Shivering now, she clings to him, a gust of wind blows sense into her lungs as her hair whips around her face. She slips to the side, pulling up her bra, and then pulling up her shirt. Her whole body shakes, she goes to sit on the edge of the slab, again watching the light hit the black water. Jack jumps down, a smile on his face, like a challenge has just been excepted. She smiles back up at him, he looked like a angel in the glowing lights.
He looks down at her... and then leans over kissing her. Rose loves this the most, with him above her, safe from all others, this is where she feels the closest to him, him on her. His fingers find there way back to her soft place. Rose now on her back looking up as he removes her shoulder straps once again, her head dizzy with need again. Can't escape him.
Why does she need to?
Answers she does not wanna know, he feels so warm her hands sliding over his abs and chest. Her nails digging into this shoulders and her naked breasts are pressed to his chest. Her hips lifting searching for what he has that she needs. He begins to kiss lower, pinching her nipples lightly, while moving down to her sides and stomach. Rose looks up. The view and the sensations, dream like. The light house tall the light powerful steady constant stream of light. He was her light, light while she is drowning at sea, he is all she needs to see, find the shore. Sea breeze does not let up, and she grows almost to cold, from the ground and the heat between her legs making her need become a pain.
"Jack"
"Hmmmm" his mouth still kissing her. . .
"Jack?" her voice still breathless, he looks up at her with those bright eyes.
"Yes."
"Can we go?"
"Now?" his voice a little worried and puzzled.
"Yes, I'm worried."
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| Put a Bow On It |
Rose's favorite things about him, he never sticks on bad moods. She pulls her cloths up. Not understanding why she had to stop. Why did she stop, she was in a perfect mood, the place was cold sure, but what was it that held her back. Then she knew, fear, fear held her down. Why is she so afraid to fully love him, why is she scared that he will run, when he see's the real her underneath all her pride?
Love scary thing, she likes what they have now, simply, secrets yes, but simple. She knew there would be a day when he would ask for more, what would she say... yes, or no.
Slipping her hand into his they walk back, making plans of the future, talking about a better brighter tomorrow. Rose knows she is in love with him, would do almost anything for him,willingly give herself to him. Yet, this fear, this fear keeps her in check.
Good things never last, good things always end. She will be left alone, even with someone, they will eventually move on, lose the fascination with her, Rose has always been a mere fascination for most of the boys she dated. Then one day the flame is snuffed out. How long till this is snuffed out. On the outside she is giggling laughing a full smile for him. She loves him, on the inside its a war. A war of the confused and fearful.
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| Put a Bow On It |
He kisses her and her wings spread but the marks of the chains that once held her still make her not take flight. If she were to fly, would he let her go? Trust her to come back? Wait for her? Would he move on to the next trap soul, saving another damsel? How long could this sneaking go on. How long will her fathers hate for Jack continue?
Back in the car, singing together holding hands, letting life carry her back to her reality, back to the castle in which she stays. A dungeon dressed in a fancy way. For now though, his warmth is in her hand. His voice singing to this band. He has the wheel, he controls where she goes, he is the leader she wants to follow. The man she wants to love.
A long drive home, empty her thoughts out on his kisses, and his words and his voice, his face, on him.
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| Put a Bow on It |
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