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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ֯ ⁎ ،̲،̲ hope ought to be sweet and soft like flowers. it would be such a shame for it to die too quickly and rid the world of its beauty.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀JAKE O’CONNELL
Not even a minute ticks by and the door opens to reveal him. “Hey squirt!” He instantly pulls his son into his arms, hugging him tightly. This was his pride and joy. With ease, Jake picks him up and looks at Jupiter with a tenderness that will never vanish. “Hey… let me help ++
Car keys are held between her fingertips, barely clung upon as her hands are preoccupied with belongings of her Son which he insisted on bringing to show his Father. Small bag hangs off of her son’s shoulders, making it appear gigantic in the +
Fingers twitch and hands curls into tight fists. Jaw clenches, body visibly trembling. “What happened?” He asks so tenderly as he steps closer, carefully inspecting her.
purse is slung over her shirt, once pristine porcelain flesh stained by a grizzly, colourful decoration known most famous as a bruise. supple lip is swollen, burst lip most notable even through cover—up.
He stumbles slightly at the sudden grasp and tug. Large hands calloused from years of hard work settle on slender hips, gripping securely. The softest of groans slips from his lips as he kisses her back.
++ His very heart hammering when she kissed right above it. Intimacy. There’s only a singular question upon his mind but he does not speak it because this is now how he wishes to utter it.
They truly were acting like a couple. In fact, dare he say even more intimately than those in a relationship. His hand trails up, respectfully halting just on the swell of her ass. “Oh you know” he says and chuckles, kissing her forehead once again simply because he can. ++
Pale knuckles drag across a set of muscular abdominal muscles, silken hum escaping a svelte chest as they press together. “I know that.” Her stature feels alive when near water, whatever the type may be. Flowing or stagnant. There’s a kiss placed above his heart.
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His hand naturally found its way onto her thigh. Large and soft and gentle, he strokes at supple flesh mindlessly and feels his own quiver beneath her touch. They fit perfectly together, like puzzle pieces. “I was hoping you were, I like being sweet talked” he smiles, ++
Supple thigh extends across a slim hip, visage tucking comfortably against the Shifter’s neck. Fingers continue their strokes, lazily lathering tan skin within affections. Polished nails glide across the skin, scratching slight as she sinks entirely into awaiting warmth. “Maybe
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Oh they weren’t dating? Well … yes, true. Jake has not asked and quite frankly he doesn’t know why. It wasn’t as if Jupiter hasn’t shown interest and he certainly has. So what was he waiting for? An appropriate amount of time maybe? And obviously doing it in a ++
Said fingers flutter across supple flesh mindlessly, grazing the hem of the Shifter’s adorable shorts and toying there for a moment before beginning the process once again. “How can I not when you’re here with me?” Jupiter honestly wondered how the pair aren’t +
++ romantic manner. Sure he isn’t proposing but well, it is just as important. It is commitment of the romantic nature. It should be done with thoughtfulness. Or maybe he’s old fashion. Too cliche. Who cares though. Her words and her touch make him blush and stomach ++
Jake enjoyed the beach. Jake enjoyed the outdoors in general but he has begun to enjoy them a lot more with Jupiter. She was fun, just as outdoorsy as he and could be out all day. He’s playing with her on a sheet that’s spread out, an arm around her securely. ++
Sunshine, the barest breeze and warm temperatures but not overwhelmingly. Perfect weather. It’s a beach day. Who better to spend it with than @shifterwoe’s? Jupiter is in a cute blue two piece, laying against the Shifter’s side and fingers, as they often do, are upon his stomach.
If only they were an item. Jake wouldn’t exactly mind that. Jupiter is beautiful, gentle, fun and many other things. The shifter could make her happy and he knows that he could be happy with her. He’s holding her close, gazing at her as if she had hung the stars in the sky. ++
There is no hesitation, just the Siren settling happily into the warmth and comfort of his side. “I guess that’s a good thing, huh?” Her hand hasn’t left his chest, firmly settled and leaving those around to think they are some type of item. Jake’s hand is held in her +
He hasn’t met many, hadn’t hung with many but knows this to be true. She’s sweet, genuine, easy to get along with because of those traits. Jake tries to be friendly with everyone but it was difficult with those that made it so. Her purr makes him happy, makes him relax. ++
For a Siren, Jupiter sits on the odder horizon. Unlike her species, she’s genuine and lacks the self—centred energy most possess. It creates a path for sweeter interactions. She practically purrs as sinewy limbs encase her and his chest is traced. “Is that so? I wonder +