fame and fortune

“You would give up chocolate to see it? Now that is someone I would have loved to have down in writing.” Kitiver chuckled, wondering if she would have held true to that. “Out of jealousy of what? That I’m more popular than you? Who knows, maybe I was trying to ruin you too. I think there is more to these stories than we’d ever admit right?”

“You aren’t still on about the one time when we were younger, are you? I said girls might like soda and mentos as a sex toy. I didn’t think you would actually it––okay, I did. But it’s your fault for listening.”

His head dropped against her shoulder, lips pressing towards the fabric of her shirt. Hands moved to her sides, his hips swaying from side to side as Jazz spoke. “You know we are a team, always and forever. From the beginning we might have not thought about it, but we were. Even through the fights and the lack of speaking, it all worked out in the end.” He whispered into her ear, reassuring her that he was never going to leave. Jazz was apart of his code, a piece of the life he so desperately wanted to keep attached. Dropping his arms over her legs, Kitiver tugged her forward and begun to massage the bottom of her foot. “And where is the issue in that? The ending isn’t even the best part,” he twisted his body around, lowering himself slightly so he was closer to Jazz. “Would you rather watch a movie or kiss your devilishly handsome husband? I’ll give you a get out of jail free card to do or ask for whatever you like.”

“What a shame,” Kitiver chuckled, finding that not terribly horrible. When he finally returned to the room, the male was quick to wrap his arms around his wife’s waist. “Beat someone up? Oh I love it when you are jealous, you get sexy.” He whispered into her ear, enticing her to do it more. Squeezing her hip, Kitiver nudged her over to the couch. “Now should I put a movie on while we eat or–?”

“Not like we weren’t going to do it anyways.” Jazz noted with a grin hanging on her lips. Feeling Kit’s body engulf her's she couldn’t help but beam. Her hand reached behind to cup the back of his hand. Ther thumbed brushing along his blonde strands. “I’m glad you find it hot. It’s quite easy to bring out in me. You are mine and always have been. I like showing you off but I also like making it known.” She wanted to announce it to the world out of pride. Even a simple smile in his direction was enough for Jazz to start making out with him no matter the location. She knew Kit would never dare fool around but she hadn’t like that other girls thought they had a chance. She plopped down on the sofa beside him. Her legs draped over him. “We could but we never end up seeing the endings.”

“You were either about to scare the shit out of me or make me another lucky man.“ Except only then, Kitiver was nervous of not grabbing them quick enough. “Fifteen, sounds good.” Kitiver whispered, turning off towards the door. Shuffling down the hall, the male entered the kitchen and found the tamales first. Placing them in a little basket, Kitiver gathered several cartons of oreos and skittles. Thanking the chefs once he was done, Kitiver returned back to the room. “You wouldn’t believe the looks those guys gave me!”

Jazz felt a smile grow on her face, chuckling softly. “Don’t worry. We will have to keep having sex until I get another nine months of ongoing messed up cravings.” Once Jazz over packed for Trixie she brought her down to Daphne and Jakob’s room and asked if she could look after Trixie for the night. With her bag in hand, it was kinda hard for them to say no. After spending most of the time over-explaining and repeating institutions to the capable parents, she departed. Once back in the room she soon heard the door open. She laughed at his outburst. “Oh yeah? Were they checking you out? Who do I have to beat up?” She teased playfully, moving to her feet.

“Tamales. Oreos. Skittles? You have some weird ass cravings Jazz, but I can get those. How about you get Trixie ready and I go get you some snacks?” He asked, hands falling down to either side of her waist.  

“I don’t think my pregnancy cravings ever fully went away.” Jazz chuckled, recalling all the odd mixture of foods she craved while Trixie was inside of her. “Sounds good. See you in fifteen?” She smiled and kissed his cheek before going off to gather some of Trixie’s toys.