Jasmine Solano

A Night In

Liam glanced up at her, not sure what to make of her words.  No one offered to take care of him before.  Sure there were people that got paid to take care of him, but that was different from what Jasmine was offering him.  She was offering him a friend, something he hadn’t had in a long time.  “You didn’t fail,” he exhaled.  “I’m sure my topic would be worse.  I don’t even know what to talk about.”

Jasmine nodded slightly, before squeezing his hand once more, her other drifting up to brush through the front of his hair. “Anything. The weather, species of birds, your favourite... Smell.” She grinned, trying to show him that she wasn’t particularly bothered.

A Night In

Liam seemed to be shrinking away from her except for their hands.  He looked down at them and focused on them for a few moments as he processed her words.  No one ever agreed to stand up for him like that.  It was a good feeling, that was for sure.  “I appreciate that, Mistress,” he exhaled.  For a few moments there, he forgot he was a slave.  That was different.

Jasmine nodded lightly. “Everyone deserves to feel safe and cared for, so... This is me saying that I’ll care for you and look after you for as long as you want me to... Until you found someone worthy of being able to do that on their own and for a long time to come.” She said softly, eyes focused on their hands and she squeezed his lightly, barely glancing to the bracelet. “Um... Okay, why don’t you pick what we talk about or do? I’ve clearly failed at picking a topic...”

A Night In

Liam took her hand and squeezed it gently with a small shrug (which was more the tensing of his shoulders than an actual shrug).  “It’s okay,” he explained.  “I was a pushover… a doormat.  I got moved around a lot because I got bullied a lot.  I was an easy target.”

Jasmine nodded slowly. “Well... that wont be the case here. Everyone’s mostly lovely and anyone that dares treat you with anything but respect and kindness will be answering to me” She gave him a warm, genuine smile, hoping it reassured him even a little. She might be on the small side but she could pack a punch if she needed to.

A Night In

“I stayed in New Orleans for almost a year,” he explained.  “They were a nice family and they were good to me,” he whispered.  “But my foster brother hated me and broke my nose one day because I wouldn’t do something.  He was their biological son, so it was best for me to go somewhere else.”

Jasmine nodded a little. If that was the best place he’d stayed... she couldn;t begin to imagine the worst. “I’m sorry, sweetie...” Jasmine murmured softly, hesitantly reaching a hand out to take his, keeping the touch gentle until she knew whether or not he wanted or liked it.

A Night In

Liam opened his can and took a few long swigs before setting it down on the table.  He didn’t realize how thirsty he was in that moment.  “I like spaghetti,” he shrugged.  “And Sprite.”  Pause.  “I was born in… Colorado somewhere I think.  My mom lost custody when I was three and I was bounced from foster home to foster home throughout the country.”  He sounded so sad.

Jasmine wasn’t sure what to do from here. Liam didn’t seem too happy and she wasn’t sure whether to talk it through with him or try and cheer him up again. Her own worries and upset pushed right back far in her mind and heart to deal with later while she was alone, she decided to just see how things went. “You were in the system?” She asked softly. “My cousin was... We didn’t see much of him because of it... What... was the best place you stayed?”

A Night In

Liam rubbed at his eyes for a few moments, trying to compose himself.  He felt like a mess in that moment, but he wasn’t sure why.  He didn’t mean to come across as this scared kid. At the same time, he was a scared kid.  He didn’t know what he was doing anymore.  He didn’t know how to be a person, yet here he was feeling more and more human with every moment he spent with Jasmine.  It confused him.  “Thank you,” he whispered.

Jasmine settled down onto the bed again, handing the drink across to him. “You’re welcome.” She said simply, opening her can, taking the smallest sip, before setting it on the side, licking her lip and finding interest in her hands for a moment. How did she proceed from here? “So um...” She began, thinking for a moment, before glancing up at him. “Tell me something... about you. Like... your favourite food. Or movie. Or drink. Or... about your family? Where you were born?” She had no idea if she was asking touchy questions, but only one way to find out...

A Night In

Her comment on his blush made it go a shade darker as he hid his face under the blankets.  He wasn’t trying to be adorable.  Liam was genuinely embarrassed by what was happening.  He peeked out and looked at her.  “I hope you’re… right, Mistress,” he whispered.  He wasn’t looking at her so he did see the falter in her smile.  “I haven’t had a good Sprite in a long time…”

“Then a sprite you shall have.” She answered, pulling on a smile as she leaned over to open the small fridge. She pulled out a can of sprite and a Dr Pepper for herself, then closed the door, looking back over to Liam. “And I’m always right.” She said cockily, though it was all faked. She could break down later. In some respects it was a good job it was Liam that was here... She felt a duty to be strong for him... To act more perky and stable than she felt for his sake.

A Night In

A deep red blush started at his ears and spread across his face.  No one ever said nice things about him.  His foster parents might worry about him, but never said anything too kind.  He never stayed anywhere long enough to make friends (besides college, and even in that case no one ever complimented him so highly). “You’re just sayin’ that,” he mumbled, clearly not quite sure what to do with that kind of praise.

“Oh god, and that blush.” She giggled, lifting her hand and gently running her finger over his cheek. It was a very soft touch, tentative, even. But she gently removed her hand afterwards, not wanting to overstep. “You’re gorgeous, Liam... Honestly, you’re gorgeous, you’re sweet... I can tell you’re going to be very happy with a nice guy or girl one day.” She said softly. Not her, though... Even if they grew closer, no one ever wanted her for more than sex, anyway. Her smile faltered just slightly but she quickly hid it, shifting to stand and move towards the kitchenette mainly to distract herself. “Would you like a drink? There’s... juice, soda, milk, water?”

A Night In

Liam squirmed to get away from her as she continued to tickle him.  For a brief moment he felt cared for; he felt like he had a friend.  He tried his hardest to hold on to that moment for as long as possible.  He knew the standard response would be to launch a tickle attack of his own, but that wasn’t an option, not anymore.  “Just right there.”

Jasmine giggled, keeping up the assault for a little bit before letting him breathe and stopping, her hand resting lightly on his chest instead. She was sort of sitting up now, her weight completely off of him aside from that one hand. “Your laugh is incredible.” She beamed. “Seriously, that is the cutest laugh.”

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Jasmine suddenly grinned when she heard that laugh. It was such an amazing sound... She lifted her head to look at him, her grin turning a little more mischevious. “Oh, you’re ticklish.” She beamed, giving another quick movement over the same spot. She was ticklish herself and maybe she’d regret starting this, but she could hardly resist.

A Night In

For the first time in a long time, Liam simply did what felt natural to him.  He didn’t second guess every movement.  He didn’t feel the fear that normally accompanied physical closeness.  He caught himself tracing patterns on her upper-arm and stopped suddenly.  “Is this okay, Mistress?” he asked, a hint of tentativeness in his voice.  He worried that he overstepped a boundary without realizing it.

Jasmine was so lost in everything, relaxing more and more as he started to trace patterns that the sudden speech caught her off guard. It took her a moment to process. “Hm?” She started sleepily. “Oh.. Mmm... Definitely. More than okay.” She answered, making sure he knew it really was as she smiled, her own fingers absently tracing shapes on his t-shirt. “Don’t worry so much, I’ll be sure to ask you nicely if you do something I don’t like. There’ll be no immediate punishment. Just... a little nudge. But I really don’t think you’ll do anything worth that anyway.” 

A Night In

This was so different than anything he experienced in the past.  As the Mistress moved against him, he couldn’t stop his arm from wrapping gently around her.  This didn’t hurt.  This wasn’t scary.  This was nice.  He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t hear her speak.   He simply held her and allowed his eyes to drift shut.  He was smiling a bit.

When Jasmine shifted a little to glance up when she didn’t get a reply, she couldn’t help but smile when she saw the one resting on Liam’s lips. She bit her bottom lip, settling back against him and shifting her arm a little more around him as she easily tucked into his side, letting her eyes close. Stranger he may be, but she’d never exactly been fussy about who she was with, sexually or like this, so it felt almost... normal for her to be curled up with him. He was a warm body... a reassurance that grounded her.. stopped her from floating away in her head.