#ghoreys

every so often he glances up at the glow of the clock on the dash of his old, beat up nissan. the time ticks by, the street lights come on, and he clutches his phone in his hand as he waits for his favourite part of the day - for her to come home. she would wander up to her room, maybe change for a shower, and then she would be his for the night. from a distance, of course. though not for much longer he tells himself, his heartbeat thudding as from the screen of his cell he sees her enter her bedroom and he can't help the smile that takes over his face. " there you are .. " he mutters to himself, settling into his seat and propping the phone up. " i've missed you. " dark eyes fixate on her tiny form, enjoying the way this felt. he was her protector, her unseen servant. she didn't know he was there, but he always was.

daniel is lost in a world of his own, so when that world is shattered by the sound of his name coming from his door, it practically gives him a heart-attack. luna had meant to be gone all night; she had been on a date, hadn't she? his laptop is slammed closed, perhaps a bit too harshly, and it's pulled up to cover his dick. the heat of the laptop on it is a tad bit painful, but it's nothing compared to the heat flushing his face. "luna??" the name spills out of him in shock, wide eyes clearly a panicked and embarassed. "shit- i- fuck. sorry. i- weren't you supposed to be gone? like- all night?"

for someone so small, so unassuming .. her presence was large. standing still against the shadowed wall of the half-finished room, her brown eyes scan both the stolen blueprints clutched in her dainty hands and what the room currently already contained. if there was ANY way to do what she wanted, she was determined to figure it out - perhaps dangerously so. femme steps forward with her back to the hall to examine the safe more closely, it was sitting there on the floor empty and open .. like an invitation she couldn't resist. luna lowers herself to her knees and sets the blueprints on the floor, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and plucking one out to place it precariously between her plush lips.

the silk fabric of her pajama shorts slides down under his insistent hands, and lola eagerly arches her hips to urge them off faster. a sensible voice warns her that someone might hear them — her step - brother, or even worse, her parents — but the very risk only intensifies the hunger clawing at her. this is so unlike her sweet, loving boyfriend, and she's almost certain that even a moment’s hesitation might make him retreat, reducing those heated fantasies back to nothing more than teasing thoughts. the anticipation hangs heavy in the air, and lola braces herself, her needy cunt clenching around nothing at all. “ o- oh, god… ” she whimpers at the delicious sensation of his cock stretching her walls, her mind too dazed to catch that the voice is all wrong at first — until that one word slips out. lo. her nickname, used by no one in the world but him. “ j- jack?! what the… get off me! ” lola instinctively wants to scoot away, but her step - brother's weight holds her in place . “ have you lost your mind?! ”

he sees her as soon as she enters, the tiny bell over the door drawing his gaze to it right as the waitress sets a steaming mug of coffee down in front of him. he doesn't bother thanking her, far too occupied with watching. was this her ?

hovering in the hallway just outside of the doorframe, she's resting with her back against the wall and her eyes trained up towards the ceiling. she mutters a quick prayer, then dainty fingers with nails painted a perfect pale pink clasp at the golden cross hanging from her neck and bring it to her lips to kiss it. she hears his voice then, finally calling out to her to come inside, and it jolts her into action. the jewelry drops on its chain and lands just above the soft curve of her breasts, accented by the sweet little white sundress that hugged her body. " you needed me ? " femme offers a small bow of her head as she enters the room, chewing lightly on the inside of her cheek in anticipation. she'd only been back from her last trip for an hour or so when he'd sent john to let her know her presence at the main house was required.

he doesn't know what to make of her, or of what she says. he can't deny the natural intrigue that being around her elicits, though he can't help but believe she was insane, though the kind of insane he was ready and willing to get on board with. another curious brow cocks, as he stalls his actions to really focus on her, shifting around the counter to stand before her, hand resting against the countertop between them. "what is your angle?" james questions with a tilt of his head, "messing with old men is cruel...makin' them think they were ever more than they are...did no one tell y'that?"