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Jenna smiled warmly, feeling so at ease when he spoke those words, despite the demons in her head screaming for her to leave him be. With his endearing grip around her middle, she fell with him into the couch, a soft laugh escaping her as she curled into his body, pleased with the warmth she felt. “I do,” she whispered breathlessly, brushing the tip of her nose along his collar, “I want to keep you, Carter.” She released a low breath, wondering if this was actually going to happen, “Di– do you– I mean, a claim is a real thing here. Is that what you want?”

Carter smiled a little more, leaning his head back now. “I-I’d love to, Mistress.” He closed his eyes, sighing softly, fingers drumming along her middle. “But if you’re not ready, that’s..that’s okay too. I’m-” He shrugged, sitting up a little more. “I’m more than willing to wait. It’s not...like I’ve been claimed before so I really doubt it’ll happen if you need time to think or... whatever.” 

Jenna didn’t want to do any of this, didn’t want to part from Carter’s hold and how he was being with her. He kissed her cheek and she turned her face, kissing him slowly at first and then even more, parting her lips and kissing him fiercely to take and have everything she could have in that moment. Her arms slid around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. “Don’t go,” she whispered, fighting against everything that was telling her this was wrong, “Stay with me.”

Taking up a shift at the chateau always was interesting, though with the weather the way it was it seemed more pathetic than normal. He wasn’t nearly as affected by the cold as the poor humans were, shivering in the provided jackets and blankets they had. He stood in the hallway when someone came up to him, “Maybe, what are you willing to do for an extra one?”

Carter was struggling with the cold, the weather itself made him miserable. But it being so cold in the chateau itself, Carter couldn’t sleep. He stood, teeth chattering now, wrapping himself in the thin blanket he had and wandered his way out of his bunk. “S-Sorry, sir.” Carter paused, looking at the guard. “I-Is there away I could get an extra blanket?”

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Jenna followed along to sit with Carter on the sofa, sitting sideways due to her tight skirt, but when she realized he wanted to talk, a part of her wanted to run from it. She never wanted to admit how she viewed herself but as she sat there listening to him, it almost fell from her lips. “There’s nothing to tell,” she lied, not looking at him as she spoke, “I’m fine, darling. I just lost myself for a moment.” She breathed out a raggedy breath, finally looking at him and she knew she had to be honest. “You’ll think the worst of me,” she managed to admit, “You’ll run. They always do.”

Jenna heard him call her Mistress again and smiled at the sound, preferring it so much, and knowing he didn’t call her that unless he meant it. “It’s not you, my boy,” she whispered, opening her eyes to him and she leaned in, kissing him softly against his lips. She adored the warmth he possessed, without even meaning to and her chest tightened as she considered how to answer him. “You’ll change your mind, darling,” she whispered, “You won’t want me for long.”

Jenna leaned in towards the touch to her cheek, turning her head to brush her lips against his palm gently. She closed her eyes as more tears filled her eyes, feeling them slip down her cheeks. He was saying everything she’d longed to hear, to know she wasn’t alone in the thoughts of having him as solely hers. “I can’t want this,” she whispered, barely speaking the words, “I can’t have you, my boy. Not ever.”

Jenna felt so worthless in that moment, and it was as though Carter could see right through her, feel everything she always felt about herself. She knew as soon as he understood, he’d be out the door, not wanting her anymore. She knew she couldn’t handle the rejection, so in the long run, this was the best decision. She could never keep him like she wanted to. “Don’t be sorry, darling boy,” she whispered softly, staring up at him through her glistening eyes, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so careless with my words. I shouldn’t be thinking things like that.”

He didn’t call her Mistress, but a straight miss Jenna, and that stung more than she cared to admit. Everything about this moment was wrong, because she’d done it wrong, said something she couldn’t give. Shameful tears filled her eyes and before she could help it, she was sniffling in an attempt to hide them. “Um, myself,” she whispered, trying to keep up the charade of a strong, sophisticated woman, but she’d hurt him and in turn, herself.

Jenna hadn’t realized the implications of her words, but the moment Carter responded, she recoiled, backing away from him. “No, no. Darling, no,” she whispered, knowing the weight of claiming a slave. There were reasons she’d never done so, had never thought of it seriously until it came to Carter. “No, that’s not– we can’t do that. We won’t.”

Jenna didn’t know what to say when he complimented so adoringly, as though she were the only one he could see. She loved the look in his eye and only wanted more of them. She brought the food to the table, setting it down and making two plates, one for her and one for him. “Tell me about your day,” she prompted, settling in the seat beside him and crossed her ankles, resting her hands in her lap. “Some days I want to know everything about you,” she said with a small smile, knowing she was admitting too much.

Jenna enjoyed having Carter around so much, he was such a sweet boy and made her feel so better about herself. Her thoughts weren’t as vile while in his presence and he doted on her, which was pleasing in the best ways. When Carter pulled her in at the same as she’d done with him, she couldn’t help but smile into another kiss, content to stay just this way. But she’d made him dinner, and she knew it was pointless to waste things like that.

“You’re very welcome, my boy,” she grinned, stepping back and taking his hand to lead him into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter, pressing her palms against her skirt and then adjusted her blouse as she watched him, always ensuring she looked beautiful for someone like him. “I’ve made you dinner,” she said softly, “A special dish of mine, so I hope you enjoy it.”

Carter grinned a little more, eyes full of fondness as he watched her move away. He stripped himself of the coat and was gentle to hang it on the closet door. He followed her through the home, moving closer for a second. “You look incredible tonight.” He hummed, “And if you need to feed, I’m all yours.”