| Recueil | Smut |
|---|---|
| Livre | A Rose for my Valentine |
| Type | Chapitre |
| État | Brouillon |
Fullmetal BFMV
When Jill woke up, the bedroom was plunged in the yellowish darkness of the city's night. She was alone on the bed.
She stood up and glanced at the red LEDs of her alarm clock. Six thirty-two, less than half an hour before the alarm would go off.
She grabbed her phone. Nothing.
She put on a fresh pair of panties and stepped in the living room. No one.
Well, it was fun while it lasted, Jill thought, but I guess you have better things to do than stay with me longer than you need.
With a bit of désappointement and a touch of anger in her heart, she paced to the coffee machine, clinging to the core memory she made the night before.
The machine began to roar, and a thick, black liquid began to drip down from it. Hmmm, morning coffee.
She was absently watching her mug filling when a warm hand find its way on her hip.
Her body went in full combat mode at the stranger's contact. She grabbed the hand by the wrist, turned around in flash, twisting her aggressor's arm, and launched her other hand to grab their throat.
That's when her brain fully processed the situation, quickly confirmed by her eyes: it was Rosa. Of course. Who else could it be? She was still pantless, but her skin was warm and smelled fresh. Was she wearing a pair of Jill's panties?
"Damn, princess, you're quick!"
Being call 'princess' brought Jill back to reality. She release the arm and withdrew her hand from Rosa's neck.
"Damn, I'm—" She'd been really startled, but was reluctant to admit it.
Rosa stretched her neck and rubbed her wrist. "Wasn't hard sneaking up to you, the coffee machine was screaming. I used your shower, you don't mind, right?"
This was more of an assertion than a question. Jill turned around and smiled, happy to see that the assertive cop did not leave on the sly. She was glad she stayed, but wouldn't show it. The few hours of sleep she got put her vulnerability where it belonged: deep inside her heart, where nobody could reach it.
"Coffee?" she asked.
Rosa didn't answer. Instead, she twisted herself around Jill and picked up the mug that had just been filled.
Jill checked the time on her phone while she poured herself a another coffee. I really don't want to go to work, now. Rosa stayed, that means she wants more of it? Should I ask her?
"You alright, princess?"
Jill turned around. Rosa was sitting on the kitchen island, a vicious smile on her face.
She knew what was going on in Jill's head. But Jill couldn't admit it, something inside her —a residue of pride?— prevented her to feel vulnerable again, so soon.
But she needed it. It was like a drug: after the first dose, she craved for more. Rosa knew it, and was going to make her beg for it. Again.
Did Jill care? A bit, maybe. But the craving was too strong.
"Do you have plans for today?" Jill asked.
Rosa sipped her coffee, then asked back. "Depends on you. Do you have any plans?"
Jill wanted to ask her to stay and spend the day with her. She opened her mouth, but the words didn't come. She wasn't built to be the one asking things. She was used to make demands, to order, not to beg and be ordered. Even though she liked it. Rosa broke her shell last night, but it rebuilt itself in the meantime.
"I... need to take a shower first." And she hurried to the bathroom.
The hot water on her sore skin was delectable. She tried to gather up the courage to ask Rosa to stay with her for the day. What did that mean? That she was a coward? After all that happened in the STARS, she couldn't even ask a woman out even after they spent the night together? What the fuck, Valentine.
She emerged from the steamy shower and grabbed a towel. That's when she noticed the set of clean clothed she brought in with her had disappeared. Only the panties she put on a bit earlier were still here, on the floor.
"Rosa, did you take my clothes?" she asked while stepping back in the living room, rolled up in her wet towel.
Rosa was standing there, a fierce look in her eyes.
"Drop the towel. Now."
The cold voice of her mistress made Jill obey without having time to think. The towel fell on the floor, and Rosa detailed her almost-naked body.
"Good girl."
Rosa slowly paced to Jill, who averted her eyes and looked at the floor.
"Look at me."
Jill obeyed. Rosa's face was hard. She wasn't smiling, and there was something fierce in her eyes.
"Pray tell, princess, did you dare consider not calling in sick today and not spend the day with me?"
Jill fumbled with her words. "I don— I mean, it depends on— I didn't know if you wanted to stay here with me."
Rosa grabbed Jill's jaw with her whole hand, forcing her eyes to stay locked in hers.
"What you think want doesn't matter. You're not allowed to think. Only to beg."