You’re doing it again
doing what? telling the truth?
Oh this isn’t rude sweety, you haven’t seen ru- Wait, what? Hades? Nice?
No, I do believe you are being rude. Yes Hades! Why does everyone keep having that reaction?
Would you like me to show you what rude looks like?
Namely because there isn’t a nice bone in Hades body.
"So using bad words makes me uncivilized?"
"Perhaps that was a poor choice of words. Not uncivilized per say but definitely lacking manners."
Says the man who disturbed the girl clearly asking not to be disturbed. I fail to see how I’m the one at fault here
Because I said he’s off limits and mommy has a little more sway than the son
As adorable as our pseudo family is….I really wish you’d stop calling yourself “mommy”.
*laughs* But I just love how riled up it gets you
Is that what you’re going to say when they find my body in the streets? “I mean, it was only a feeling”
Ha so cute. Fine, what would you like me to do about it?
Your… job… maybe?
If you die who’s going to get trashed with me?
I guess you make a fabulous point. How about I’ll try to stop?
How about you do a bit more than try
Can you? Probably not
I wouldn’t be so sure dar’lin. I specialize in quite a lot.
So does every professional at this college, yet none of them seem capable of anything
Well, there goes my plans..
Couldn’t have said it better myself…
Meg sat staring at the opposite wall, unable to move. She debated bring the supposedly soothing liquid to her lips but thought better of it. Knowing Jack he would make some kind of scene upon entering the room and with Meg’s luck he’d scare her and send the scalding liquid into her lap. Without a second thought she put the cup back down, staring at it like it had already hurt her in some way. The cup didn’t do anything wrong Meg. Calm down. It’s just a meeting. You’re just going to talk. But Meg knew better. This wasn’t just going to be some conversation. Whatever was about to happen between Meg and Jack would change everything. They’d leave this room together or they’d leave it apart and while she knew which was the better option she also knew which she preferred and the two did not match up at all.
She could hear Wila in the outside room and a small smile started to crack the serious, thoughtful façade she’d built up. She could just imagine the way the older woman drank in Jack and she flushed, wondering if he’d even bothered to put clothes on like she’d asked him to. Probably not… Her fingers itched for some kind of movement as a wave of restlessness washed over her. Sitting here waiting was a bit more difficult than it should have been and just as she was about to stand and pace, the door creaked open. A shiver passed through her as the anticipation reached its climax and she looked over to the empty doorway. Her eyebrow rose slowly, slightly confused as to why the door opened on its own, but when Jack jumped into the room she knew she’d been right to put her cup down. Her hands were shaking and her breathe hitched in her throat at the sight of him. His shirt was completely soaked through and her eyebrows rose in surprise and appreciation as she took him in.
She heard his words but wasn’t quite ready to respond him. Instead she simply studying him, flushing slightly as she tilted her head to one side and took in every aspect of him from head to toe. He was still barefoot. Of course he was. Meg was surprised enough that he’d actually worn a shirt (even if it was soaked all the way through) so to expect him to wear shoes as well was probably just asking for disappointment. This was Jack though. Carefree. Fun. His own person for no one else to own. We could just take the shirt off. It’s not like it’s helping much anyway…
A small cough caught her attention from just behind Jack and Meg blinked a few times before leaning to one side to see around him. Wila jumped up and down, a huge grin on her face, with two thumbs up and her head nodding over and over. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she mouthed, and Meg couldn’t help but laugh. She rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to Jack and shrugging her shoulders. “I think Miss Sharp likes you.”
“I think Wila likes you,” she corrected, crossing her arms and leaning to the side once more to study the other woman and frown disapprovingly.
“She thinks right!” Wila laughed before stepping forward and pushing Jack all the way into the room so she could close the door. “Don’t you worry, take all the time you need loves!”
And just like that they were alone, Meg sitting nervously on the sofa and Jack standing there with this look on his face that sent shivers down Meg’s spine. Is this love? With a heavy sigh Meg stood up, wiping her hands nervously on her jeans before taking a few steps towards him and nodding her head slowly. “I did…” But not just today… I’ve always missed you… I missed you after the beach. I missed you when you left. I missed you when I ran. I missed you every moment that I wasn’t with you… Her fingers were still shaking and the anxious feeling in her chest left her feeling like she was going to explode, so before she could completely fall into it, Meg jumped into his arms, pressing her lips to his and smiling against them . No more leaving. For either of us.
She broke the kiss before she really wanted to and spent a few moments running her fingers through his hair, smirking at how wet it was. “Have some fun on the way over here, Frost?” She let her arms fall from around his neck and looked down at her soaked shirt. “Oh great…” she mumbled before turning away from him and sitting down on the sofa. “Miss Sharp made that for you.” She gestured to the coffee on the table.
Meg’s lips turned down quickly but her eyes danced with the laughter she was trying so hard to contain. “If Miss Sharp doesn’t get her ear off the door, Megara is going to have to take action,” she called, waiting for a few moments to hear if there was any response. When nothing was said Meg simply shrugged her shoulders and looked at Jack. “You can’t help but love that woman…. But we should talk…” No point in postponing the inevitable…
Jack stood close to the door, studying her more, once again the fuzzy happy feeling clouding every bad thought in the area. No more random guys could touch her now, no more rumours of anyone getting in her bed besides him. Meg was his now, his mind already planning five steps ahead of reality. They hadn’t even said anything about a relationship yet, but Jack didn’t let that thought get to him for very long, clinging to the idea of that being what she had in mind as well. And if it was, he wanted absolutely everyone to know, all the girls and guys that had warned him about her being too much for him, but that wasn’t true anymore. He’d proven them all wrong now, even proving Meg wrong in the process.
"I love you." Was just about to slip from his lips again, because he felt it there in his chest, throbbing and aching to get out, like it always did, whenever he so much as looked at her. But then he heard that cough and turned around, surprised to see Wila again, jumping up and down in the doorway and he giggled, starting to jump as well, since it helped release all the excitement and ecstatic state Megara had put him in. Megara and the snowball fight from earlier. He stopped at the look Meg threw the woman and turned to Wila, frowning and shaking his head as well, like a strict father whose son just brought home a D in maths. "Honestly, Wila.” He joked, sighing dramatically.
He giggled playfully and pretended to be bashful, covering his face and turning away. “Aww, stop, please!” He mumbled and laughed when he was pushed further towards Meg, happily obliging to step closer as the door fell shut behind him and he beamed at her next words. If there was any ice whatsoever left, it was broken now. He was about to drop down on the coach next to her when she made the first move, jumping to her feet and pressing their lips together, to which he didn’t protest for a second, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist and tilting his head to the opposite side as he parted his lips and moved them in sync with hers. Her lips tasted sweet and his eyes fell on the table behind her for a second, noticing the cup of hot chocolate sitting there. The thought of how they must have looked together made him smirk into the kiss, knowing exactly that they both had amazing skills when it came to snogging and some people might even have referred to them as the most well matched pair at the entire college. His arms continued pulling her closer until there was no space left to eliminate, but only moments later Meg broke it, making him lean forward slightly as she pulled away, aching for her lips to return, though they chose to speak instead, which made him grin, his eyes still closed.
"Always having fun, darlin’." He said in a raspy voice, opening his eyes finally as he cleared his throat and grinned crookedly, but that quickly fell when her arms did, subconsciously giving a small pout. The second she moved away, he followed, dropping down on the coach next to her, his right thigh brushing her left one as he sat as close as possible. As she pointed to the coffee, he pouted again. "Ow, I was hoping I’d get a hot chocolate too." He grinned, licking his lips at the sweet scent still remaining there.
He barely witnessed what came after that, his eyes traveling Meg’s face, taking everything in and feeling like he was falling harder every second. His wandering gate finally stopped at her eyes, which looked amused as she watched the door. He probably should have tried to figure out what it was amusing them, but right now he didn’t want to move, not one muscle. And then she looked back at him, their eyes meeting and he smiled softly, his heart jumping in all directions and threatening to break right out of his chest. ‘No…you can’t…’ He thought at her words, his eyes never leaving hers and realizing the two of them were probably not referring to the same woman.
His smile faltered though finally and he sat up, nodding. “Yeah, I know.” He said quietly before moving closer and wrapping his arms around her waist loosely. He pecked her cheek gently and then looked into her eyes, smiling a little again. “Talk. And I’ll try to listen.”
For a few moments after her last words, Meg did nothing more than sit in silence watching the way Jack looked at her. It hadn’t been more than a few moments but Meg already missed the cool feeling of his hands on her. Moving slowly, Meg ran her fingers through his hair, taking her eyes from his to watch the path her fingers moved. It was just as soft as she had remembered and Meg took her time in the action, savoring the seconds that ticked past before she finally had to speak.
“Try and do a little more than try please,” she mumbled, frowning as she gave Jack a look that could be described as nothing but patronizing. She leaned forward, nestling her head into Jack’s chest before she spoke again. There was no telling how this conversation would go, so Meg wanted to be as close to him as she possibly could. “We can’t be together…” she sighed, letting her eyes slip closed as she continued to lean into him. Meg let the words sink in as she tried to wrap her mind around the best way to continue. Nerves were beginning to get the best of her and a knot was starting to form in her stomach that kept her from doing much else but worry. What if Jack hated her for what she did? What if the offer she put on the table wasn’t what he wanted?
Her hand slipped under his soaked shirt and ran slowly across the small of his back. There were slight chills but Meg couldn’t tell if those were simply from her touch or from the current condition of his shirt so she continued the motion to find some kind of calm for herself. After a few shaky breaths, Meg opened her mouth to speak again, pulling herself away from the boy she loved and staring down at her lap.
“That night, after I left you that note, I ran to woods and prayed. It was one of the first times in a long time that I’d actually stopped to pray to the gods… I mean really prayed. On my knees, eyes to the heavens, the whole bit. The thing was, I didn’t want to be in the postion that I’d found myself. I didn’t want you.” She glanced over to Jack, trying to measure the effect of her words. “That came out wrong,” she quickly amended, shaking her head and reaching for his jaw, cupping it in her hand and running her thumb along it slowly. “What I mean is… I didn’t want to feel the way I felt about you. Every bit of me, every bit of my mind, told me that falling for- that caring about someone was wrong. Being hurt in the past, hurt like I was, it doesn’t make for a very caring person…”
She took a few deep breathes, picking up the still stemming cup on the table in front of her. A few moments of silence were probably just the right thing at that moment, if not for Jack, then definitely for Meg. She brought the cup up to her lips, closing her eyes and taking a deep sip. The liquid still scalded her throat, but she gulped it down anyway, forcing herself to keep her pain to herself. Before Jack could offer any comfort to her though, Meg stood up, putting the cup down on the table and crossing the room. She stopped at a small bookcase, studying the titles there without really readying them. Her fingers ran along their spines and her eyes slipped closed.
“But the gods didn’t answer – they never answer it seems – so I just kept going through the motions. Everyday was more of the same: more pretending and hiding from you. Then one day I heard this rumor… It was so stupid that I don’t know how anyone could have believed it in the first place, yet somehow they did. I ended the rumor… Made a deal with Hades to keep you safe…” She sighed again, opening her eyes and looking down at the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, not yet. “They were going to kill you over this and I couldn’t let that happen. But inexchange, I had to swear never to see you again… If I get caught with you… Jack if anyone finds us together you could be killed…”