she was aware of the risks of being here , spending the night in another mans bed ; but she truly did not care . when she married her husband it was off of basic instinct and desire for a life, and maybe some kind of love tainted from the beginning with poison , but it shriveled up , deteriorated . things were different with him , vimirr , he had a real passion for her . Her mind, thoughts , and body , he made it clear in his efforts to pursue her and eventually , win her over . He became successful and now her heart yearns for those little text before bed.
the two were intimate, frequently , but not too frequently as to where they’d grow tired of the act particularly with each other , but just enough . Jaylah hate to be branded a professional of the acts of sex, but she’s merely extraordinary . They did more than fucking ( which alone pivoted her whole sex life with her husband ) most times around, it was gentle and soft , a build up to the orgasm instead of a pounding, leg shaking , mouth engulfing kind . He filled her with excitement, made her cheeks heat up , turned her stomach with butterflies and she was happy when with him.
it was one of those nights, the exciting kind, planned and anticipated and jesus - fucking - christ didn’t it feel good ? her body collapsed in on itself, knees bulking and hips throbbing , she slides her body across his and laid on his chest momentarily , before offing to the side. this is where she wanted to be and that’s what mattered the most. moments passed as they simply held onto each other, cuddling ( which was another thing she and her husband no longer did anymore ) allowing one another to feel this moment in it’s full entirety. who knows how long they’ll have these moments together , the next week, five months, a year, there will never be enough time for this love.
whispering sweet nothings into his ear, she cuddles into his frame and snuggles her face into his neck , planting gentle kissing along it as his fingers tenderly trace down her spin. something was on his mind, she knew it from his silence and gaze into the oblivion, with curiosity and slight concern she lifts her head, kissing his chin then further adjusting in the bed. ❝ what is it ? ❞
"let's run away, you and me. somewhere where we can be together. I can give you everything, more than your husband could ever do. please, I love you” @deathfcd
like she said, he had passion , and the way he spoke it almost made that fantasy feel in reach and in some ways she wanted that for them but how was it possible ? She created all this in gotham, this empire ; in the public eye she is the golden wife and they are a happily married, no child conceived , couple. but behind doors ? filled with disdain and using each other dry. He had something she wanted , people, men, a standing organization for her to bend at her will , and that to her, was even bigger than love. Having fallen into a bitter-sweet silence she ponders it all. ❝ you know I want to . . . you know i want to so bad . But I can’t . . . It’s not that simple, I can’t run away from this or him – not yet, just not yet. . . I :love you ok ? so much. ❞ @deathfcd
