Misguided Soul

A small smile tugged on the corner of the patient’s lips as she continued the pepper his skin with kisses. She was making it ‘worse’, but for some reason it felt like it was better. Sexuality was a difficult topic for her. She once thought very little of the act, but after years of being exposed to some obscenities she grew to be difficult with it. However, finding a partner that understood her and kept the pace she needed was everything Jet could ask for. It made her feel safe, in control.

With flushed cheeks, Jet’s eyes flickered between his collar and his eyes. Standing there, in his trusting arms, with sweet compliments dripping form his lips was enough to make her happy. The gala was like a glimpse into the future of what could be and what she wanted them to be. Though that wasn’t happening any time soon. 

Thaddeus sucked in a ragged breath as he felt her soft lips trail along his jaw, his fingers grabbing at the blanket on her bed. “You’re making it worse,” he murmured as he began to sit up. 

With her other hand reaching up to rest on his other shoulder, Jet blushed. She couldn’t help it. He was so him and they were so them. It was nice to feel like a normal couple for once, even if the event they were attended was for the nuthouse that they lived in.

Thaddeus nodded, hands running slowly up and down her sides. She really did look gorgeous. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the thought of being with her one day, out of here and she was going to be in another white dress. Sometimes he felt like an idiot when he thought about those kind of things because, hey, no one knows if they’ll ever actually get married one day. No matter how much he wanted it. 

Jet stood, looking herself over in the faint reflection on her window. The dress Isabelle loaned her was gorgeous and the heels, although quite tall, were perfect. It was nice to get fancied up for once - to feel pretty and fairly more confident than usual. Despite the modest length of the outfit, she still felt exposed because of her cleavage. Pajamas were comfortable and covered more, but were nowhere near as flattering as her gown.

Thaddeus had fully stood back up at that point, cheeks flushed as he watched her come closer to him. The look on his face could only be described as awe. “Yanno, you look great in white,” he whispered as her hand rested on his shoulder, a lite teasing tone in his voice. 

“Some people do their jobs. A guard got on my case for trying to take a fork out of the cafe. It was annoying,” Jet told, her voice remaining quiet. “I just want my magic cuddles really.”

“I bet we could bribe him, or some shit, yanno? Like, if he were to find out. I don’t think he will. Have ya talked to your new roomie yet?” he inquired, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand. “Magic cuddles?” 

“Really?” Jet replied with a soft smile. Sleeping alone was miserable and restless. “If we get in trouble for cuddles I think we’ll be badasses,” she tried to joke.

“Yeah, really. And if we get in trouble for it I will get so pissed. S’not like anyone here does their job, anyhow. We’re gonna be fiiinnee, darling,” he assured.

She pushed herself off of the grass and joined Thaddeus, intertwining their hands and letting her free one rest on his arm.  “I don’t like sleeping in my own room,” Jet admitted as they walked inside.

“Then I’ll sleep in your room tonight, the other person can go fuck ‘emself if they have a problem,” he said and pressed a little kiss to the side of her head as he began to walk with her. 

Jet thought for a moment. She wanted more privacy, but their rooms could have their new roommates in them. “Can we go to the stairwell?”

“Stairwell it is, m’darling,” he teasingly cooed and stood up, carefully picking all of Jet’s stuff up. Thaddeus then extended his hand to help her up, offering a little smile. 

I didn’t know you, and then all at once you were the air in my lungs.

She leaned into him, wanting to escape reality through his arms. “I wish I could fix everything,” Jet whispered with a small shake of her head. She didn’t want to cry out in the open and tried to keep the few stray tears concealed. 

Thaddeus held her close to him, smoothing her hair down onto her back. He pressed a small kiss to the side of her head, murmuring softly, “You wanna go back to your room, or mine, or something?” 

“I miss ‘em, y’know?” Jet mumbled. “I’da done anything for them. RyRy would’ve too.”

“I know,” he murmured and sat up more, pulling her closer to him as he rubbed her back slowly. 

“I just…” Jet trailed off and sighed. “I don’t like talking about my family. Well, the kids. I don’t like to talk about them.”

“I know,” he murmured softly, trailing his fingers slowly up and down her arm. “You shouldn’t have to be forced to talk about anything.” 

“I hate it,” she admitted. “I know talking is supposed to fix me, but I hate it.”

“Well, I’m good at talking. Not really, but.. You can talk to me, if ya wanna? And not some creepy old white dude. I’m a cute, young white dude, makes it a lot better. Totally.”