"Fuck this, I'm getting back in the water."
Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

She breaks softly from her kiss, smiling softly down at Jack before tilting her head aside from the pressure of her lips at her jaw, brushing them slowly down as she lingers at her neck, her throat, her collarbone, moving lower. She takes in every harsh breath or catch of one, every shudder, every twitch, wanting more.

With every touch of her lips, Jack’s breathing becomes more labored. Her hands continue to hold her near but they don’t interrupt her; Jack didn’t want her to stop.

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

Trish’s hands brush lightly up the outside of Jack’s thighs, gently raising her legs to wrap around herself. Trish touched her as if she was made of glass; she knew Jack was just as fragile. Her tongue tangles softly with Jack’s as her fingers run slowly up the gentle curve of her stomach, caressing the underside of her breast before moving to the center, brushing lightly over it to gauge Jack’s reaction, not wanting to push it farther than she was willing to give; still prepared, though, to take her all if trusted with it. She could dream of nothing sweeter.

Jack’s grip tightens around her as her weak form sets ablaze from her touch, her legs pulling her waist near. She was ready to give in under her, she had been for a very long time, it just took up to this point for her body to accept it. She shows no rejection to Trish, only biting her own lip to filter any sounds, even being as quite as they were.

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

Trish takes in a struggled breath at the meeting of their skin. Every nerve was set aflame by her touch, demanding more; she wanted to feel all of Jack, take in every breath and cry, to make her feel what she had all along. Her fingers work deftly to remove Jack’s pants, tossing them aside along with her own. Only breaking from her a moment before reconnecting them, the enveloping heat their bodies created made her moan weakly in aching sympathy with her heart; both were filled with Jack’s warmth, wanting her desperately. She could only surrender everything to it.

"Trish…" She whimpers softly, gently pressing her lips with her own, her tongue lightly sliding past them. She becomes weak and fragile underneath her; but that was alright with Jack, she had a loving trust in Trish, knowing that she would take care of her. In this moment, everything was how it should be. No worries, no vices, and no creeping, painful memories.

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

With a light, trembling hand, Trish’s fingertips glide slowly over her hot skin, taking Jack’s lips softly against her own. She felt Jack’s thundering heartbeat under her touch, matching her own. It was an enormous surrender, for both of them. Trish’s other hand gently cups her cheek as her lips meld softly with Jack’s, everything in her screaming to draw her closer; raw and primal and completely stripped of conscious thought. She wanted her, needed her, and that’s all that mattered.

A soft gasp escapes her lips; Trish’s touch felt foreign, refreshing, and comforting to her. Her fingertips slide under her shirt to remove it. She wanted to feel her skin against hers, to connect their forms, and feel her warmth. Her arms wrap around her, pulling her in close. In truth, that’s were she had always wanted Trish. Jack couldn’t imagine life without her and she would do anything to keep her in it.

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

“Jack….” She murmurs weakly against her lips, her vulnerability, fear, and overwhelming love tangled in her voice. Trish’s arms move lower, hooking under her knees to sweep Jack up into her arms, walking under the bridge with her to her spot. With great care, she lays her down gently in the grass, gazing down at her with fragile, passioned eyes as she moves in between her legs, hovering over her. “I love you….”

"…I love you too." She whispers against her lips, her fingers softly going into her hair. Feeling the caring nature in Trish touch, Jack begins to slowly relax underneath her. Jack’s legs lightly wrap around her waist and gently pull her closer. Yet, her body and mind were still battling each other. So, she closes her eyes and listens to the flowing water. It blurs out any worries or memories that would interfere with what she wanted so much for Trish and for herself. And then, she lets go.

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

The suddenness of being in Jack’s arms sets off dual emotions in her. A fear instantly grips her, gluing her to the spot; Jack was holding her, so many memories compounded in her to terrify her with the simple gesture. Yet at the same time, maybe even overshadowing the former, her heart lept and weakened her, the intensity of both causing tears to flow in heavy streams down her cheeks, her hands fisting tightly into Jack’s shirt, desperately. It hurt as much as it comforted, but that was ok; she was willing to let it go for her. If you’re going to hold me….you better not let me go….don’t fucking let me go….

The rush of emotions finally find their way out, her form quickly weakening. Jack had held her without even thinking about the notion and Trish was letting it happen. Her constant battle of body over mind gives way to something she should’ve let happen a long time ago. Her arms leave her but only for a moment. She breaks away from her lips and opens her eyes to see both of them in their vulnerability. Her fingertips reach down to grasp onto the end of her shirt, pulling it over her head, and tossing it onto the ground. She looks at Trish, the only woman she had ever loved, and takes her hands, placing them on her own waist. With the tears streaming down, she gently reconnects their lips and wraps her arms tight around her. Jack was submitting to her. “Don’t you dare fucking leave me…”

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

She doesn’t answer the question, just staring at the ground in guilt. You can be, and you are.

"I’m doing the same shit. Yet, it hurts just as much…I fucking care so much for you." Jack’s eyes turn to Trish for an instant and in that moment they become locked there. The sight of her and the sound of the stream were the only two things that made her truly enjoy life. The combination causes a chain reaction in her. She jolts forward, wrapping her arms around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to softly connect their lips. “Fuck, I love you…”

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

The question strikes her hard. “No!” She hears the harshness in her voice and takes it down a step, softening. “I didn’t….I was just…..” She knew it would upset Jack but she said it anyways. “I was just trying to get my drugs….”

Jack sits up, looking forward at the running water. She reaches into her pocket and retrieves a small pill. “Well,” Jack sighs, trying to calm herself down, “as long as you didn’t fuck her, I can’t be too upset with you, now can I?” Her fingertips flick the medication into the stream.

Riley’s Concert.

shauntheinsane:

“Hey…..” Trish walks through the brush and under the bridge, but stops halfway, keeping her distance. She didn’t know how Jack would take it now that she was actually here.

Jack keeps her eyes to the stone, her heart aching by Trish’s presence. “Hey.” She greets in a low, weak tone. Despite how much she wanted to, she doesn’t look at Trish; she knew her reaction would be unpredictable. She swallows hard, trying to fight the emotions behind her eyes, “…Did you fuck her?”