( EVIE )

✗ ( EVIE )

Her eyes followed him as he moved to the bed—she wondered if she dared give in to the ache of longing inside her. Within the first week of their arrival, she’d figured out the root of her insomnia, understanding why she tossed and turned, restless and uneasy throughout the long night. It wasn’t the noisy clatter of the train moving along the track, or the muted clamor of the city itself that kept her awake and on edge—rather, it was the sounds that were lacking  that disturbed her.

The soft sound of his breathing, disrupted by an occasional snore—the sleepy murmured protests should she rise to answer the call of nature in the night. It was the cold emptiness of the bed without his warmth curled around her, and the pillow that felt lumpy and coarse as opposed to the solid comfort of his shoulder beneath her cheek. It was the absence of the familiar comfort of his scent filling her lungs—the missing fingers that should be combing through her hair as she drifted off to sleep. Every moment of their lives they’d slept curled around each other—from conception right up until the morning they’d arisen and headed to Croydon for their blooding. Sleeping without Jacob beside her felt  unnatural  and  wrong—that was the plain, simple truth.

Countless times she’d risen in the night, her feet carrying her across the compartment with determination, every single part of her prickly and tense, seeking out the comfort it needed—but each time, she’d faltered at the door, her worry over what people would think about the impropriety of the situation superseding her own silent desperation.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she struggled with that worry yet again—there was always an entourage of assorted people on the train, none of whom seemed to grasp the importance of privacy. They came and went as they pleased, never stopping to consider that—for the time being—the train was the only home they had, and as such, a bit of bloody solitude might be nice. Any one of them could stumble in and find them together—the lock on the door was horribly flimsy, easily circumvented with a well placed shoulder or even an insistently jerked wrist. They wouldn’t understand… wouldn’t approve… they’d surely think—

Father approved—shouldn’t that be all that matters? He never minded our cuddling in the slightest—never insisted we move to separate rooms. He encouraged our bonding in every capacity right up until his death.

Slitting her eyelids just a tiny bit, she stole a peek at her twin—the sight of him waiting the way he had so many nights in the past was a siren’s song, completely impossible to resist. Without a word she leaned over, unlacing her boots and kicking them off—slowly removing all the outer layers that were required by the outside world, piling them on the chair before moving across the room. As she stretched out beside him, a relieved sigh escaped her—so deep and long that it seemed almost as though she’d been holding her breath for months, waiting for just this moment.

Her body took over, automatically curling around his into the place where it belonged; head on his shoulder, face fitting perfectly in the curve of his neck, his skin warm against her cheek. She inhaled deeply, letting the smell that was solely his chase away the stink and grime of the city—replacing it with the familiar scent she’d always loved so dearly.

He smells like home.

The thought was fuzzy—already the sleep she’d needed so desperately was dragging her under. After weeks of insomniac frustration and futility, within mere seconds of stretching out next to him, the much needed relied she’d sought had finally been found.

♖— He expected her to argue, not because he was wrong -- just by the look on her face, he realized that he had hit the nail on the proverbial head. However, he knew that his sister was stubborn and he really did doubt that she would give in to his demands without a fight. If she did argue, she would be in for a rude awakening because he was prepared to lift her up and carry her to the bed if need be.

♖— Jacob never took his eyes off his sister as he was convinced he could see the wheels turning in her head -- she was trying to think of every reason why she shouldn’t do as he said. Then she surprised him, she stripped down to the bare minimum and climbed in beside him.

♖— He had almost forgotten what it felt like, wrapping a strong arm around her and slowly listening to her breathing even out -- letting all of her troubles disappear. He knew she had fallen asleep, so it was when he finally took the time to really tell her what he wanted too.” I was used to you tellin’ me off growing up..” He whispered softly.” But it was usually when I really needed it, and it never made me feel like I was a fool.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.” Since we came here... I feel like every time I turn around I am doing something wrong in your eyes. It is just breaking my heart Eves -- I always thought it was going to be the two of us against the world, but lately, it is like you had a change of plans.” He trailed off, his hand reaching up to wipe at his eyes for a moment before he scooted down on the bed, both arms wrapping around her.” I miss you...” He murmured before he too finally had to give in to his exhaustion.

▌ ▌ BEFORE I’D LOSE YOU. - @BOOKSANDBLADES

✗ ( EVIE )

She’d tied the knots with the same precision she applied to everything else, making them easy enough to unfurl; her fingers moved with nimble efficiency as they completed the task with minimal effort—retying them just as quickly before he could change his mind. Giving a gentle tug to make sure he couldn’t escape before she was ready, hum of satisfaction escaped her when they held.

“There is a time for slow and gentle…” she countered, fingers sliding down along his arm—traveling the hard ridge of his bicep. Ducking her head down, lips replaced fingers, completing the journey across his broad shoulder to his neck—favoring the soft spot just below his ear with a feathery kiss right where he seemed to like it best. “… do you want that time to be now, Jacob?”

Four days—that was how long it had taken them to obtain the measure of privacy required to satisfy their needs. Four blasted days filled with subtle innuendos dropped in mixed company—phrases that trigger sensory memories so intense they left her trembling. Four days of teasing smiles and heated secret glances—even an instance or two of outright groping when others were turned away. By the time his teasing was done even the most casual accidental grazing of his hand against hers stoked the fire burning within her to the point moisture pooled betwixt her legs. He’d gotten her so worked up she’d begun to fear she might lose control completely and scandalize all of London by attacking him on the bloody street with roaming hands and feverish, hungry kisses. It was the most exquisite torture she’d ever experienced—and she was determined to repay every single second in full.

The telltale hardness pressing against her confirmed she was off to a rousing start.

“Do you know why  I asked for this Jake? Why I wanted you tied beneath me?” she purred, trailing her lips along the strong line of his jaw—slowly working her way to his lips, but not yet claiming them. Hers hovered but a hair’s breadth from his—oh so close, but not quite  touching.  So close that it would be far easier to close the distance than to maintain it—but she didn’t.

“I intend to put you through the same delicious agony that you’ve inflicted on me for the last four bloody days—and I don’t intend to stop until you’re writing beneath me, begging for the sweetness of release.”

▌ ▌ a happy valentine - @booksandblades

♖— He let out a soft sound of relief from her touch, it was sweet, gentle and teasing but there was still a level of intimacy in it that he craved. The knowledge that she had never touched another man in such a way, with such carnal intent - moments like this with her belonged to him and him alone.  However, when her touched were replaced by her lips he couldn’t keep from making a soft sound of pleasure -- not even trying to bite back the noises, they were alone on the train, and he had a feeling she wanted to hear every sound that built up inside him.

♖— The  kisses were beautiful, they felt amazing, but the problem was -- they did nothing to relieve the pressure inside him. Every kiss made his already acute senses hyper-aware, every nerve responding to even the slight stimuli. He turned his head, trying to catch her lips as she moved -- he wanted a kiss dammit!” Point of this is what you want...” He whispered in answer to her question, licking his lips slowly as he stared up into the crystal blue eyes that had him hypnotized since birth.

♖— “ I do not know...” He murmured to her question but as she explained he let out a low groan. He remembered the last four days, yes he had teased her, had let his hands roam when no one had been looking there way, but that was because he could not help himself. His ache for her had been constant; even the sweetest smile could turn his thoughts perfectly sinful --- no matter who had been around them.” You say this like I have not been in agony as well.” He murmured, convinced he could feel his pulse between his legs.

▌ ▌ a happy valentine - @booksandblades

♖—   Jacob let out a small huff as she seemed to be unimpressed by his theatrics, but the truth was, it was how he was dealing with his nerves. Their relationship change was still new and fresh -- the truth was he was terrified he was going to ruin the best thing that ever happened to him. She had already given him a very lovely card for valentines day -- his present? He made sure everyone was out of the train for the day before telling her she could do or have him do whatever she liked.

♖—  That was what had gotten him into the situation he was currently in, stripped of everything ( weapons included ) but his trousers and his hands tied to the bedpost behind him. She had changed into a thin nightgown that in the darkened train car --- the candles helped leave little to his imagination. Just the sight of her had begun to make his pants extremely uncomfortable.

♖—   “ Well, I thought you would want to treat your little brother gently.” He tried to tease as he squirmed a little on the bed, trying to shift himself in a way that lessened the ache building. It had taken allot for him to agree to this, he was basically at her mercy and no matter how far they had come since returning to London --- the fact was he was putting a lot of trust in her, and that was something he was getting used to again.

I don’t know if I love this or regret this.

“Did you tell her you love her?” “She knows.” “That’s not what I asked. Everyone knows. But she deserves to hear it from you.”

from an unfinished story #735 (via thoughts-into-ink)