Prince of Wolves
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Sally and Jen gave her a yeah, what a load of crap super sized with fries look. Jacque just tried to look as oblivious as possible under their scrutiny.
Jacque looked at her mom, expecting her to say something about a curfew but she never did, she just turned to go back downstairs. Ill be downstairs with Fane telling him embarrassing stories from your childhood, so you might want to expedite your final preparations, Lilly told her daughter.
Jacque turned back to her friends. Look, Im not going to lie. Part of me wants to stay home tonight so I can talk to Fane, but the other part of me wants to be with my girls, Jacque told them.
Were totally cool with you staying home to get to know him more. There is only one stipulation and that is we get everything in living color detail. No condensing, no paraphrasing, no inconclusions, and no summaries. Every single detail! Jen told her adamantly.
Jacque laughed at her two friends and gave them both hugs. Thanks, chicas. You two are the best.
Ok, Im ready. Ill see you guys later, Jacque told them.
Have fun! Sally and Jen said together.
Oh look, Sal. Our little girl is growing up. Where did the time go? From teaching her to cut her Barbie dolls hair, to cutting her own hair, and now sending her off with a hot piece of Romanian meat. Im getting all choked up. Jen faked tears.
Sally looked at Jen and shook her head. You done?
Yeah, Im done. Why you always gotta cramp my style, yo? Jen asked in her best slang voice.
Cause thats how I roll, Sally answered.
Are you two sure you can be left unattended and to your own devices? Jacque asked them, smiling.
Go already, Jen said.
Jacque opened her bedroom door and walked to the top of the stairs. She took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth.
Luna, Ive been waiting to see you all day. Are you rethinking going out with me? Because thats okay, Ill just go back to the Henrys' and let you be with your friends, Fane told her through his thoughts.
NO! Jacque responded, realizing a little too late that she had just incriminated herself letting him know how much she wanted to see him as well. Im on my way down now. Quit being so impatient, its not becoming, Jacque told him.
She felt his confusion when he asked, Becoming what?
Jacque couldnt stop the giggle that came out of her but she regained her composure by the time she was at the last of the stairs.
Never mind, she answered as she came around the corner into the living room. Her mom was sitting on the couch and Fane was sitting across from her on the antique, high winged back chair that her mom had inherited from some distant relative. It was ahorrible shade of peach but Lilly loved it so the ugly lump stayed in their living room. Somehow, with Fane sitting in it he managed to make it look good. Man, I have it bad, Jacque thought to herself.
Fane must've caught that last thought because he grinned at her knowingly.
He stood up when she entered the room and, without shame, looked her up and down from her toes to her head and back again. Jacque was a tad surprised that he would do this in front of her mother and supposed because of her nerves she could be excused for having a Jen moment.
Did you get your fill or would you like me to turn around for you too? Jacque asked.
Jacque, is that anyway to speak to your date? Lilly asked, clearly not shocked that Jacque had acted with such attitude.
Actually, Fane started, I would love for you to turn around so that I may admire the new addition to your already beautiful skin.
Jacque couldnt help but blush for two reasons: one, he had called her skin beautiful. I mean, come on. Who wouldnt blush at that, right? And two, the way he commented about the markings seemed very possessive, like they tied her to him in some way and for some weird, messed up reason Jacque liked that. Yeah, she thought, they have a padded cell in the insane asylum just waiting for ya, babe.
Jacque didnt miss the way her mom responded to Fane noticing the markings she was glaring daggers at him, as if daring him to make any further comment. Jacque knew that look. It was one of the looks in her moms repertoire that meant if you wanted to keep your ass then you better cover it now.
So Jacque did a quick turn around and grabbed Fane by the hand. Oh, he had great hands. I mean, seriously, she thought. Does he have to have great everything? She nearly burst out laughing because she could just imagine the comeback Jen would have for that.
Alright. Were going, mom. Love you. Dont wait up, Ill wake you up when I get home. Yes, I will wear my helmet; no, I wont be cold; no, I dont need any money; yes, I have my house key, and yada yada yada, Jacque answered before her mom could even ask.
They were out the front door before Lilly could get in a word.
Was that really necessary? Fane asked her.
Did you not see the look my mother was giving you when you asked about these marks on my skin? Which, by the way, I know you know something about and you will be happily divulging said information tonight, Jacque told him.
Fane acted as if he simply had not heard her and since he had not let go of her hand once they made it outside, simply pulled her along to his motorcycle. He handed her a black and dark pink helmet which, upon closer inspection, had different designs on it. It was actually pretty awesome. She put it on her head, trying not to feel too ridiculous, and waited for his instructions.
Jacque looked at her mom, expecting her to say something about a curfew but she never did, she just turned to go back downstairs. Ill be downstairs with Fane telling him embarrassing stories from your childhood, so you might want to expedite your final preparations, Lilly told her daughter.
Jacque turned back to her friends. Look, Im not going to lie. Part of me wants to stay home tonight so I can talk to Fane, but the other part of me wants to be with my girls, Jacque told them.
Were totally cool with you staying home to get to know him more. There is only one stipulation and that is we get everything in living color detail. No condensing, no paraphrasing, no inconclusions, and no summaries. Every single detail! Jen told her adamantly.
Jacque laughed at her two friends and gave them both hugs. Thanks, chicas. You two are the best.
Ok, Im ready. Ill see you guys later, Jacque told them.
Have fun! Sally and Jen said together.
Oh look, Sal. Our little girl is growing up. Where did the time go? From teaching her to cut her Barbie dolls hair, to cutting her own hair, and now sending her off with a hot piece of Romanian meat. Im getting all choked up. Jen faked tears.
Sally looked at Jen and shook her head. You done?
Yeah, Im done. Why you always gotta cramp my style, yo? Jen asked in her best slang voice.
Cause thats how I roll, Sally answered.
Are you two sure you can be left unattended and to your own devices? Jacque asked them, smiling.
Go already, Jen said.
Jacque opened her bedroom door and walked to the top of the stairs. She took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth.
Luna, Ive been waiting to see you all day. Are you rethinking going out with me? Because thats okay, Ill just go back to the Henrys' and let you be with your friends, Fane told her through his thoughts.
NO! Jacque responded, realizing a little too late that she had just incriminated herself letting him know how much she wanted to see him as well. Im on my way down now. Quit being so impatient, its not becoming, Jacque told him.
She felt his confusion when he asked, Becoming what?
Jacque couldnt stop the giggle that came out of her but she regained her composure by the time she was at the last of the stairs.
Never mind, she answered as she came around the corner into the living room. Her mom was sitting on the couch and Fane was sitting across from her on the antique, high winged back chair that her mom had inherited from some distant relative. It was ahorrible shade of peach but Lilly loved it so the ugly lump stayed in their living room. Somehow, with Fane sitting in it he managed to make it look good. Man, I have it bad, Jacque thought to herself.
Fane must've caught that last thought because he grinned at her knowingly.
He stood up when she entered the room and, without shame, looked her up and down from her toes to her head and back again. Jacque was a tad surprised that he would do this in front of her mother and supposed because of her nerves she could be excused for having a Jen moment.
Did you get your fill or would you like me to turn around for you too? Jacque asked.
Jacque, is that anyway to speak to your date? Lilly asked, clearly not shocked that Jacque had acted with such attitude.
Actually, Fane started, I would love for you to turn around so that I may admire the new addition to your already beautiful skin.
Jacque couldnt help but blush for two reasons: one, he had called her skin beautiful. I mean, come on. Who wouldnt blush at that, right? And two, the way he commented about the markings seemed very possessive, like they tied her to him in some way and for some weird, messed up reason Jacque liked that. Yeah, she thought, they have a padded cell in the insane asylum just waiting for ya, babe.
Jacque didnt miss the way her mom responded to Fane noticing the markings she was glaring daggers at him, as if daring him to make any further comment. Jacque knew that look. It was one of the looks in her moms repertoire that meant if you wanted to keep your ass then you better cover it now.
So Jacque did a quick turn around and grabbed Fane by the hand. Oh, he had great hands. I mean, seriously, she thought. Does he have to have great everything? She nearly burst out laughing because she could just imagine the comeback Jen would have for that.
Alright. Were going, mom. Love you. Dont wait up, Ill wake you up when I get home. Yes, I will wear my helmet; no, I wont be cold; no, I dont need any money; yes, I have my house key, and yada yada yada, Jacque answered before her mom could even ask.
They were out the front door before Lilly could get in a word.
Was that really necessary? Fane asked her.
Did you not see the look my mother was giving you when you asked about these marks on my skin? Which, by the way, I know you know something about and you will be happily divulging said information tonight, Jacque told him.
Fane acted as if he simply had not heard her and since he had not let go of her hand once they made it outside, simply pulled her along to his motorcycle. He handed her a black and dark pink helmet which, upon closer inspection, had different designs on it. It was actually pretty awesome. She put it on her head, trying not to feel too ridiculous, and waited for his instructions.
