Rebekah
Rebekah sat up slowly, blinking the room back into focus as she looked around.
"Dr McCoy? Could I go?"
Hank.
Hank polished his glasses and looked at her.
"Well, I suppose. But would you use the crutches, please?"
He phrased it as a request, but it was more or less a command.
Rebekah
"Of course."
Rebekah hopped up and took the crutches from him.
"Thank you."
She hobbled into the lift and went up to Jono's room, gingerly walking on her burned legs. She stood at his door and knocked softly.
"Jono?"
Jonothon.
Jonothon lifted his head slightly, then laid it back down.
He couldn't talk to her.
He cradled his guitar across his chest and it wept for him, since he couldn't.
His bandages itched.
Rebekah
Rebekah slid down onto the ground and sat outside his room, and sang to him telepathically.
This is the place where I sit
This is the part where I love you too much
Is this as hard as it gets
Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough
I'm here if you want me
I'm yours, you can hold me
I'm empty and achin'
And tumblin' and breakin'
Cause you don't see me
And you don't need me
And you don't love me
The way I wish you would
The way I know you could
I dream a world where you understand
That I dream a million sleepless nights
Well I dream a fire when you're touching my hand
But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights
I'm speechless and faded
It's too complicated
Is this how the book ends,
Nothing but good friends?
Cause you don't see me
And you don't need me
And you don't love me
The way I wish you would
The way I wish you would
This is the place in my heart
This is the place where I'm falling apart
Isn't this just where we met
And is this the last chance that I'll ever get
I wish I was lonely
Instead of just only
Crystal and see-through
And not enough to you
Cause you don't see me
And you don't need me
And you don't love me
The way I wish you would
Cause you don't see me
And you don't need me
And you don't love me
The way I wish you would
The way I know you could..."
Jonothon.
Jonothon heard her and slowly but surely closed his mind off.
He didn't deserve to listen to her or talk to her or have anything to do with her. He could have killed her. God, he had killed two people when the roof came down. And hurt so many more. He was too dangerous to be around.
Rebekah
Rebekah felt him close off and stood up. She opened the door and looked at him for a long moment, before coming inside and sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Please don't," she said softly.
Jonothon.
Jonothon looked up at his ceiling and pretended she wasn't there.
She couldn't be, because obviously she would hate him. God knows he would.
His fingers slid over his guitar strings, sad mournful melodies.
Rebekah pushed his guitar away and moved up the bed, leaning over
him and looking at him intently.
"I don't hate you. This wasn't your fault."
Jonothon.
Jonothon looked at her, then turned his head away.
He'd put the bruises on her face.
Even if she didn't hate him, which he doubted, he hated himself.
"Jono. . ." Angelo started as he entered.
He saw Rebekah and stopped.
"Good, maybe you can talk some sense into him. He hasn't moved
since he came in."
Rebekah
"Please, don't do this, Jono."
Rebekah ran a hand through his hair.
"Please, don't shut me out like this."
Jonothon.
"Oh, he's shutting the world out," Angelo said.
"He won't get up, he won't talk, he won't do anything except play
suicide music."
Jonothon blinked once, shut in his own world of guilt and pain.
Rebekah
Rebekah felt a tear slide down her cheek.
"Well, then I will too."
She lay down beside Jono.
"I'm not leaving this room without you."
Jonothon.
"Don't be silly."
Jonothon reached out to grab his guitar back again.
Rebekah
Rebekah rolled over and closed her eyes.
"I'm staying Jono, I don't care what you say. I'm not going to
leave you alone. Not again."
Jonothon.
Angelo nodded at her, then left quietly, closing the door behind
him. The room disappeared into darkness again and Jonothon sighed
slightly.
"You should."
Rebekah
"No, I shouldn't. I don't give up on the people I love."
Rebekah was determined to be as stubborn as he was.
Jonothon.
"I'm too dangerous to be around. You should go. Now. Before
something happens again."
Jonothon chuckled dryly.
"All my girlfriends kinda get hurt. Track record is just
f*cking fantastic."
Rebekah
"And my last boyfriend died, so we're a good match, aren't we?"
Rebekah sighed.
"I'm not worried, because we used to hang out before this
happened and I always trusted you. That hasn't changed. What
happened was not your fault, it was the Powers That Be, screwing us
over as usual. Because heaven forbid that we should have just one
day, just a day where nothing goes wrong."
Rebekah was crying freely now.
Jonothon.
Jonothon sighed slightly, then turned over and put his arm around
her waist.
"Don't cry. I hate to see you cry."
Rebekah
"And I hate seeing you like this. I hate that you think this is
your fault. And I hate that I can't make this better for you, when I
really want to. More than anything."
Rebekah kissed his forehead gently.
Jonothon.
"I hurt you. You could have died. You should hate me. I
deserve that."
Jonothon looked in her eyes, deep brown pools of pain set in his
whiter then usual face.
Rebekah
"People get hurt, it's life. I'm tougher than I look, Jono. Even
though I do look pretty tough. I could so beat Bobby up one
handedly. But then who couldn't? Pretty boy."
Rebekah moved some hair away from his eyes and a tear fell on his
cheek.
"I don't hate you, I could never hate you."
Jonothon.
"But you should. Bek, I killed two people."
Jonothon closed his eyes in shame.
"And I hurt so many people. I killed two women when the roof
caved in."
Rebekah
"And yet, I still don't hate you. The world's far too populated
anyway."
Rebekah held his hand gently.
"I don't hate you, and I will never. I promise you that."
Jonothon.
"People hate me. I know. I see it in their minds."
Jonothon kept his eyes closed.
"Always. . ."
Rebekah
Rebekah closed her eyes and let her shields down.
"Then look in my mind. And I can prove it."
Jonothon.
Jonothon crept into her mind carefully.
"You don't hate me."
Rebekah
Rebekah nodded.
"Never."
Jonothon.
Jonothon sighed slightly.
"How can you think of me like that? I'm a freak. Even among
mutants, I'm a freak."
Rebekah
"Because you're not. Come on, compared to Bobby, you're the king
of normality. I mean, who can have sex that often and in that many
ways?"
Rebekah paused.
"Well, Gwen and Mordred, I spose."
She thought again.
"And Octavian. And maybe Julie. And maybe Spike. And Vort. See!
They're all very freaky."
Jonothon.
Jonothon chuckled slightly.
"Point."
He ran his fingers through her hair gently.
Rebekah
Rebekah nodded in satisfaction.
"Ah, see, you can still laugh. Good, I'm not losing my touch."
She wrinkled her nose.
"A sign that you talk to Bobby too much, is when you think that
was dirty. Oh dear."
Jonothon & Xavier.
Jonothon chuckled again.
"Bobby has problems. Many, many problems."
"Miss LaVauney, could you come see me please?" Xavier said
into both their minds.
"The police brought something to you from Ian's effects."
Rebekah
Rebekah put a brave smile on her face and patted Jono's shoulder
gently.
"Go have a shower, and I'll meet you back here."
She lifted the crutches up, and holding back more tears, she went
to Xavier's office.
Jonothon & Xavier.
Jonothon chuckled slightly, then went to shower.
Xavier looked up from his desk.
"Please come in, Rebekah."
He had a small box between his hands on the desk.
Rebekah
Rebekah had a distinct feeling of dread in her stomach as she sat
down slowly.
Xavier.
Xavier looked at her with an expression of gentle understanding
sympathy.
"They brought it this morning. I thought I would wait till you
were out of the hospital wing before I gave it to you."
He handed over the box carefully.
Rebekah
Rebekah took the box from him and opened it slowly, gasping
softly and lifting the ring out.
A simple silver band with a diamond, and the words "Rebekah et
Ian, éternité."
Rebekah's lip quivered.
"I. . ."
Xavier.
Xavier steepled his fingers.
"Perhaps. . .if you went and found Mr Starsmore?"
Rebekah and Bobby
Rebekah nodded and got to her feet, the ring sitting on the tip
of her index finger.
"Merci."
Letting the tears fall down her cheeks, she left the room,
running into Bobby.
"Hey. . . what's up?" he asked softly.
"Nothing, I just. . ."
Bobby tugged Rebekah's arm and pulled her in the direction of his
room.
"No, please, don't, I have to. . . please, don't."
Jonothon.
Jonothon towelled his hair off and stepped out of the shower. He
dressed quickly and went up to his room.
He wondered what Xavier had wanted Bek for. He hoped she wasn't
too upset.
Rebekah and Bobby
"Could you please let go of my arm?" Rebekah pleaded.
"Bek, I just want to help," Bobby said gently, his grip getting a
little tighter.
"Non! Laissez-moi partir, j'ont besoin de Jono," she said, crying
harder.
Jonothon.
Jonothon sat on his bed and drummed his fingers on the edge of
his bed.
Where was she? Maybe it was just taking longer then he thought it
should have. Maybe Xavier was talking to her.
Bobby and Rebekah
Bobby hugged Rebekah to his chest gently, patting her hair.
Rebekah's eyes widened and she went into panic mode.
"OH GOD NO!"
Jonothon.
Jonothon jumped, and then started running.
"Bek! What's wrong, where are you?!"
Bobby and Rebekah
Bobby let Rebekah go suddenly and she crumpled to the ground,
inching away from him.
"Near Bobby's room. . ."
She dropped her head into her hands and she wailed.
Jonothon.
Jonothon found some extra speed somewhere and ran faster,
skidding around the corner and cutting into the polished wooden
floorboards with his boots.
"Get the f*ck away from her!"
He punched Bobby in the face and then dropped to his knees beside
Rebekah.
"Bek, I'm here. Are you alright, luv? What happened?"
Bobby and Rebekah
Bobby reeled back, holding his eye.
"Seriously, didn't do anything this time."
Rebekah buried her head in Jono's shoulder and wept heavily,
rolling the ring in her fingers.
Jonothon.
Jonothon darted Bobby a suspicious glare, then patted Rebekah's
back.
"Shh, luv. Tell me."
Bobby and Rebekah
Bobby created up some ice, and grumbling, he walked away.
Rebekah held the ring up to Jono, and her shoulders shook as she
burst into a fresh round of tears.
Jonothon.
"Can I look?"
Jonothon took the ring from her gently and looked at it.
"Oh, luv. . ."
Rebekah
Rebekah's lip quivered as she tried to talk, then gave up.
"He. . . it. . . was something we'd talked about. Being. . .
married."
Jonothon.
Jonothon rubbed her back gently.
"Come on, we'll go up to my room. Quieter. Less public."
Rebekah
Rebekah slowly got to her feet, lifting the crutches and weakly
putting them under her arms.
Nothing particularly mattered right now.
Jonothon.
Jonothon helped her up to his room and settled her on the bed.
"You don't have to tell me anything. If you want to just cry,
you can just cry. If you want to talk, I'll listen. Anything that
will make you feel better in anyway."
Rebekah
Rebekah buried her head in Jono's chest and wept softly.
"I want to hate him for leaving me. . . hate him for dying,
but I can't. Because when I do, I feel so guilty and I don't
know. . ."
Jonothon.
Jonothon ran his fingers through her hair softly.
"If he had had a choice, I don't think he would have left you.
I wouldn't."
Rebekah
Rebekah lifted her head and looked at him through teary eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Jonothon.
"It's only the truth," Jonothon said.
"Bek, no one would want to leave you."
Rebekah
Rebekah slipped the ring back into the box and placed it on
Jono's bedside table.
She nodded and stared at it for a long moment.
"I'm sorry. . . ever since I came into your life, I've just been
messing things up for you."
Jonothon.
"My life was f*cked nine ways to Sunday before we ever
met," Jonothon said.
"And you're worth knowing, I don't know why you stay around
me."
Rebekah
"Because. . . I'm a sucker for your puppy dog brown eyes."
Rebekah managed a small smile.
"And. . ."
She decided not to finish the sentence.
Jonothon.
"Yeah, I believe that," Jonothon said, then rolled his
eyes.
"Well, it's not for my charming personality, that's for
sure."
Rebekah
"Ok, you caught me. It was the ski trip, that night we shared. I
knew then that I wanted to have your babies. Millions of them. And
name them all things like Bek jnr and Jono jnr."
Rebekah nodded, as though she were completely serious.
"And we'd get a dog and a maid, and a white picket fence."
Jonothon.
Jonothon just shook his head.
"You are. . .really, really odd. Nice, but odd."
Rebekah
"But you love me anyway. It's part of my charm."
Rebekah batted her wet eyelashes at him.
Jonothon.
"Someone has been spending far too much time with Bobby, I
think," Jonothon said.
He wiped away a tear track on her cheek with his thumb.
Rebekah
"I agree, you spend too much time with Bobby."
Rebekah smiled slightly.
Jonothon.
"No, I spend time with the blond nympho. You spend time with
the brown haired one," Jonothon said.
"Really easy to get the two of them mixed up though. But the
one you hang out with creates ice."
Rebekah
"I don't hang out with him by choice."
Rebekah shook her head.
"Because that's just insane."
Jonothon.
Jonothon nodded.
"But you are."
Rebekah
Rebekah looked mock offended and slipped into a British accent.
"Not me. I'm lovely. It's vile Bobby. He's just a big knob head
with no knob."
Jonothon.
Jonothon chuckled.
"Yeah, he is pretty vile. Maybe we should just ignore him and
let him and Tav rut while the rest of us get on with our lives."
Rebekah
"Sounds like a plan."
Rebekah slipped back into her usual French accented voice and
kissed his forehead.
"And maybe we could just throw eggs at him when he walks past.
You know, just for kicks."
Jonothon.
"Why stop at eggs? Let's throw bricks. Rocks. Heavy ones."
Jonothon smiled slightly.
"Kidding. Ok, really not."
Rebekah
"Don't blame you. But then, you could probably get away with
doing anything around me."
Rebekah paused.
"Maybe we could drop an anvil on his head. A little cartoony,
sure, but a little cartoons never hurt anyone. Well, maybe Bobby."
Jonothon.
"Well, he's always watching the bloody things. Ironic, but
appropriate."
Jonothon moved some of her hair out of her face.
"Feeling better?"
Rebekah
"Aside from being very offended at you calling me insane, yes,
I'm fine."
Rebekah lay her head on his stomach.
"You have that affect on me."
Jonothon.
"Usually, I just depress people. I must be doing something
wrong."
Jonothon ran his fingers through her hair gently.
"But yeah. . ."
Rebekah
"Well, you've forgotten who you're talking to. The only way you
could depress me is if you decided you wanted me to be friends with
Bobby and not you."
Rebekah shuddered.
"I'd go and hang myself."
Jonothon.
"I don't know, Octavian seems to cope alright."
Jonothon's eyebrow lifted slightly.
Rebekah
"Octavian thinks with his penis."
Rebekah nodded.
"And seeing as I don't have one, I don't think of Bobby in that
way. And even with my lovely female parts, I'm not looking to repeat
any sort of sexual activity with Bobby. He's vile. And I'm lovely,
remember?"
Jonothon.
"You're very lovely."
Jonothon carded his fingers through her hair.
"Far too lovely to hang around with someone as bitter and
depressed as me."
Rebekah
"Well, yes, I am really far too lovely to associate with anyone
but royalty, but unfortunately. . . or maybe it's fortunately, I
don't particularly want to."
Rebekah turned over and looked at him.
"Although, you might look very pretty with a crown. Go on,
Princess Jono. Sorry, Prince."
Jonothon.
"Oh, Tav and Bobby are the queens, not me."
Jonothon chuckled slightly.
"And I don't have a crown at the moment. My dad probably
hocked it for booze."
Rebekah
"Hold on a sec."
Rebekah pressed a kiss to his hand and got up, hobbling to the
door, and went to her room. She grabbed the plastic crown that she
and Ian had bought for Filipo when he was convinced he was Russian
royalty. Even though he was French.
Silly boy.
She came back into Jono's room and closed the door, a sneaky
smile on her face and her hand behind her back.
"Well, this is on loan until you get yours then."
She put the crown on his head.
Jonothon.
"Rightio then."
Jonothon shook his head slightly and smiled.
"You're officially bonkers."
Rebekah
"Then what does that make you?"
Rebekah put her hands on her hips.
"I mean, look at you, sitting there with a crown on your head."
Jonothon.
Jonothon stood, taking off the crown and putting it on top of his
computer.
"Oh yeah?"
He put his hands on her hips and rested his forehead against hers.
"And whose the one who came looking for me?"
Rebekah
Rebekah smiled.
"Oh, I think that was Bobby."
She nodded.
"Silly boy, I really must tell him to keep away from my man."
Jonothon.
"Your man?"
Jonothon raised an eyebrow slightly.
"So, you wanna be my girl?"
Rebekah
"Well, you're not my girl."
Rebekah smiled at him.
"Of course, unless you, of course, don't want me, in which case,
I'll go. . . over there."
Jonothon.
"I think you can stay."
Jonothon chuckled slightly.
"Who am I kidding? I wouldn't let you leave. You're obviously
insane, since someone as nice as you is even considering it so I
have to take advantage of it while I can."
Rebekah
"So, you wouldn't let me leave to go to the toilet?"
Rebekah shook her head.
"Room's going to smell after a bit. I know, surprising, not
everything about me is perfect. I was somewhat shocked as well. I
mean, look at me. I'm awesome."
Jonothon.
Jonothon shook his head.
"Silly girl."
He trailed his fingers across her face, resting them gently on
her lips, then stroked her hair.
Rebekah
"If I'm silly, then you can be absurd. And we'll make a lovely
couple. Well, I'm lovely anyway. You can be lovely by association."
Rebekah kissed his fingers.
"You're lucky that I make you look so wonderful."
Jonothon.
"I know," Jonothon said simply.
He looked at her.
Rebekah
"I mean, it wasn't always easy being this lovely. I remember
years of struggle with it."
Rebekah looked back at him, smiling sweetly.
"But the struggle was worth it, to be here with you now."
Jonothon.
"Lunatic."
Jonothon shook his head, smiling slightly with his eyes.
Rebekah
"No, no, Jono, lovely. Not lunatic. Same first letter, and I
know, that could be a little confusing for a fine young British man
as yourself, but let me tell you something. Different meanings. And
I'm lovely. Say it with me, come on, you know you want to."
Rebekah nodded seriously.
"Lovely. Come on."
Jonothon.
"Yeah, whatever you loony."
Jonothon chuckled slightly.
"But you're a lovely loony."
Rebekah
"You mean it? I mean, I always imagined I'd look lovely in a
straight jacket."
Rebekah giggled.
"White is my colour. Suits my innocence. And virtue. And
chastity. . . ignore the fact that I have children. Just block it
out."
Jonothon.
"Ski holiday. And I don't want to block out the parts with
you."
Jonothon cupped her face gently.
Rebekah
"Ski holiday? I'm sorry, you've confused me with my evil twin.
Boozey Mc Boozehound."
Rebekah smiled.
"She doesn't like to come out very often, but when she does,
she's quite intent on playing. She didn't hurt you, did she?"
Jonothon.
"As I said, you're obviously insane."
Jonothon shook his head.
Rebekah
"Want to have me committed? You could visit me in the hospital,
oh! And I could stay in one of those fun padded cells, and run into
walls and bounce off them onto the floor."
Rebekah put her arms around his neck, letting a hand run through
his hair.
"You could even try my straight jacket on. I know, it's white and
not black, but I think they would specially make one for you. Once
they see how lovely you look in them."
She paused.
"I could start a new fashion. Straight jackets."
Jonothon.
Jonothon put a finger on her lips.
"Be quiet before you hurt yourself. Cute ramble though."
Rebekah
"Not cute, manly. Very manly. Like. . . a fox. Manly like a fox,
yes."
Rebekah kissed his finger.
"Trying to silence me. So many people ahead of you have failed in
that task, buddy."
Jonothon.
"Well, if I could kiss you, I would. Then you'd be quiet."
Jonothon shook his head slightly.
"And how can you be manly? Very feminine. Pretty. Not manly
like a fox."
Rebekah
"Feminine, hey? Want to check?"
Rebekah grinned cheekily.
Jonothon.
"Well, if you're inviting me to. . ."
Jonothon slid a hand down to the button of her pants and flicked
it slightly.
"We could see about that."
Rebekah
"Yes, we could. And while we're at it, we should probably make
sure your parts are all intact."
Rebekah moved her hand down and undid Jono's pants, reaching in
and stroking him gently.
Jonothon.
Jonothon hissed in a breath through his nose.
"God, Bek. . ."
He undid her pants slowly and slid his fingers across her gently.
"You're not too hurt?"
Rebekah
"I'll survive. Like a soldier. You want me to ramble again?"
Rebekah gently pushed his pants off his hips.
Jonothon.
"Well, the rambling is sort of cute. . ."
Jonothon pushed her pants and knickers down off her hips.
"But not now, I think."
He pulled her to him gently and looked her in the eyes.
"We can stop, anytime."
Rebekah
"Like traffic lights."
Rebekah smiled at him.
"If I change my mind, I'll yell and scream. Deal?"
She slid her hand over him softly.
Jonothon.
"Alright."
Jonothon pulled her gently to the bed and sat down, one hand on
her hip and slid two fingers into her.
"Anyway. . ."
Rebekah
Rebekah moaned softly, and spread her legs slightly.
She kissed his head gently, running a hand through his hair.
"What's with. . . the talking? No more."
Jonothon.
Jonothon shook his head slightly and pulled her down onto the bed
with him. He started to undo her top gently.
"You're so beautiful."
Rebekah
"Well, that's a lot better than loony and insane."
Rebekah helped him get his shirt over his head.
Jonothon.
Jonothon chuckled slightly as he slid her pants all the way off
her legs.
"Yeah, guess it is. But I mean it nicely."
He rubbed his fingers over her stomach, leading down to her curls.
Rebekah
"Well, I suppose that's alright. And when I call you my little
princess, I mean it nicely."
Rebekah kissed his forehead.
"Prince. Yes, prince."
She ran a hand over his length softly.
Jonothon.
"As long as you don't call me princess around Bobby, I'll be
fine."
Jonothon moaned slightly, and his hips bucked faintly. He slid
two fingers into her gently.
Rebekah
"Chevalier noir," Rebekah breathed.
She moaned and rubbed him a little harder.
Jonothon.
"Ahhhh, Bekkkk. . ."
Jonothon rubbed her with his fingers, sliding his free hand over
her breast.
Rebekah
Rebekah moaned and looked him in the eyes.
"I want to."
Jonothon.
Jonothon nodded slightly.
"You sure?"
Rebekah
"Never been more sure of anything else."
Rebekah raised his hand to her lips and she kissed it softly.
Jonothon.
Jonothon nodded again and rolled them both so he was above her.
"You can tell me to stop anytime. Anytime."
He entered her gently.
"Oh god."
Rebekah
"Goddd..."
Rebekah's hips bucked up slightly.
Jonothon.
Jonothon started to move slowly, looking her in the eyes.
Watching for any sign she wanted him to stop.
"Oh god, Bekkk. . ."
Rebekah
Rebekah smiled slightly at him, moaning softly.
"Jono..." she gasped out. "God..."
She ran a hand over his face.
Jonothon.
Jonothon closed his eyes slightly. No one ever. . .
"Hell, Bek. . ."
He slid a hand between them to rub her gently.
Rebekah
Rebekah moaned loudly and her hips thrust up to meet his.
She kissed him where his mouth would be. Where it had been.
Jonothon.
Jonothon thrust into her slightly harder, a telepathic moan
reverberating through her mind. Well, hopefully just her mind. He
wasn't very certain of his shields at the moment.
"Oh *god*, Bek."
Bobby and Rebekah
"Oh God, did you just hear that?" Bobby asked, turning to
Octavian. "And I was eating and everything."
He pushed his plate away.
Rebekah moaned and rubbed her cheek against his gently.
Octavian & Jonothon.
Octavian nodded, then swallowed.
"Yes, but. . .you know, Jonothon's actually rather good. So's
Bek."
He pointed at Bobby with his fork.
"And I'd say you'll be sporting more black eyes if you keep
annoying them. Mordred never actually did hit you, but Jono's shown
he's quite willing to hurt you if you hurt Bek. Gwen could take care
of herself."
Jonothon gasped faintly, and rolled his hips slightly.
Bobby and Rebekah
"Oh Gwen just... she... I don't know. But I was never mean to
her. Or Bek. I didn't mean to make her cry. She just did," Bobby
protested.
Rebekah moaned and lifted her hand to rub over his bandages where
his lips had been a few days ago.
Octavian & Jonothon.
"Jono probably sees it as preemptive," Octavian said.
"You really can be a bit of an arse. But you have a nice one."
He grinned slightly and ate more of his dinner.
"God, I want to kiss you," Jonothon said.
"Ah god, Bek. . ."
Bobby and Rebekah
"Are you trying to seduce me, Octavian Felix Edgerton Smythe?"
Bobby looked amused.
Rebekah moaned and lifted her hips to meet his.
"I wish you could," she whispered.
Octavian & Jonothon.
"Well, possibly," Octavian said.
"Or maybe I should go talk to Nicole. Or just talk to Dem."
He ate more food calmly.
"I really need to get some wine."
"Bek. . ."
Jonothon rubbed her slightly harder.
Bobby and Rebekah
"Well... it's good that you and Dem are more open to each other
now. In more ways that one," Bobby replied, chuckling.
Rebekah gasped as she came, her hips bucking up.
Octavian & Jonothon.
"Oh yes, family love is wonderful, isn't it?" Octavian said.
"The family that lays together, stays together."
Dark amusement showed in his eyes.
"Bek!"
Jonothon moaned as he felt her come, thrusting into her a few
more times before he came.
Bobby and Rebekah
Bobby slid his hand under the table and rested it on Octavian's
knee.
Rebekah rested her face against his, breathing slowly returning
to normal.
Octavian & Jonothon.
Octavian smiled slightly.
"You just like the idea of two twins f*cking."
Jonothon ran his fingers through her hair gently. He couldn't say
what he wanted to, not yet. Not until she was over Ian. . .he
couldn't compete with a ghost.
Rebekah
Bobby shrugged.
"Won't deny that."
Rebekah lifted her hand and gently ran her hand over Jono's face.
She lay her head on his shoulder, threading her fingers through his.
Octavian & Jonothon.
"I didn't think you would," Octavian said.
"Maybe Dem's not doing anything tonight. Or anyone. Hmm. She's
going through a whole phase of slut behaviour because of Remy
cheating on her, the evil Cajun bastard. We should take advantage of
it."
Jonothon sighed slightly.
"Bek, I. .."
Bobby and Rebekah
"Even more than we already have been?" Bobby asked, quirking an
eyebrow.
Rebekah looked up at him.
"Hmm?"
Octavian & Jonothon.
"Maybe more often," Octavian said.
"Nothing."
He slid out of her gently and pulled her into his arms.
"Nothing."
Rebekah
Rebekah lifted his hand to her mouth and she kissed it.
"Are you sure?"
Jonothon.
"Yes, I'm sure."
Jonothon ran his fingers over her face gently.
Rebekah
Rebekah nodded and leaned up, kissing his cheek and running a
finger over the bandages.
Why was she so close to loving him?
Jonothon.
Jonothon sighed softly.
"Bek."
Rebekah
"Jono, I..."
Rebekah closed her eyes slowly.
Jonothon.
Jonothon stroked her face gently and closed his eyes.
"Sleep, Bek."
Rebekah
"Aimez-vous," Rebekah murmured sleepily, resting her head on his
chest.
Jonothon.
"Night, Bek. Sleep well."