“The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be,” I continued his quotation in a rough whisper, a quiet moan mingling with the words. “Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.”
I prompted his mouth open with mine, craving his taste. My lips, puffy from the prolonged contact, throbbed with a need for more, for him to devour them completely and leave me trembling in his arms.
“Juliet…” I forced myself to pull away. “We need to stop… for tonight at least.” I panted heavily. “It’s one thing if my parents see me like this, but if your dad finds you kissed someone?” I caressed her cheek softly.
As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. If Angelo discovered us like this…. I might as well tie a noose around my throat to get what he’d do to me over with. Eventually, I nodded, slipping off his lap with more than a little regret. “Don’t call him that. Angelo, I mean. I don’t want to call him my dad anymore.”
“I get that.” I replied quietly, leaning against the railing. “Can I ask you something?” I added quietly, staring up at the sky.
“Ask away,” I told him, unable to resist lacing our fingers together. My eyes trailed over his angelic features, which somehow managed to look even more breathtaking while bathed in the silvery moonlight.
“Did you mean it when you said you liked me? Or… was this just because you needed a release?” I asked even though the words hurt to say aloud. I love having her so close after pining for so long. But if she didn’t actually like me, I felt I had the right to know. I squeezed her hand gently, seeking comfort.
Hurt flashed instantly across my features. I pulled my hand away from his and shook my head violently. “Of course this isn’t because I need a release—why would you think that?” Did I really seem like such of a……. slut? The ugly word cut straight through the residual pleasure that had been hanging over me like a cloud.
I flinched at her words, feeling my heart start to steadily ache. “I wouldn’t be here if I thought you’d do something like that.” I replied softly, unable to hide the hurt from my voice. “It’s just… it seems like I get hurt over and over and over…” I sighed, running my hands through my hair. “Sometimes I think I’m going crazy.”
(She didn’t say that bit out loud)
I exhaled slowly, doing my best to stay calm. “I’m sorry….. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. But yes, I do really have feelings for you. Do—Do you believe me?”
(Sorry Topaz! 😓 I fixed it!)
“Yeah, of course.” I smiled weakly at her, resisting the urge to pull her back onto my lap. “I trust you, Juliet.”
(Dw about it!)
“I’m glad…” I whispered, returning my hand to his once more. “You won’t tell anyone? Not even Mercutio?”
“Not a soul.” I promised, lifting her hand and kissing it. “Don’t tell anyone this, but I think Mercutio’s got a thing for your friend Marina.” I stifled a laugh.
I blinked at him almost owlishly. “What??” That wasn’t possible—the two absolutely hated each other. Then again, so had Romeo and I….
“He didn’t say it to be fair. But she’s his favorite thing to complain about, and they don’t interact very often. I think it’s his way of coping.” I rolled my eyes, chuckling. “She kicked me, Romeo! After I tried to help her! Damn ungrateful Capulets!” I stage whispered dramatically as possible, mocking Mercutio.
I couldn’t help a tiny giggle at the impersonation he was doing. “Your imitation of Mercutio is spot on, by the way. But that would be funny…. two sets of best friends in love with each other… Unfortunately for yours, Marina.. hates him with a passion.”
“There goes our chance at a TV sitcom.” I pouted, trying to hold back a smirk. “How come all you Capulet ladies seemed to have mastered the art of seducing my dumbass family?”
“Technically, Marina isn’t a Capulet,” I reminded, before the exact wording of what he’d asked hit me square in the face. “Wait—I seduced you??” My face flushed bright red.
My face turned a bright red. “That was… really bad wording….” I groaned in embarrassment.
“You, um, didn’t answer the question,” I pointed out tactfully, hiding my flushed cheeks behind my free hand.
“To put it simply. It is a possibility that I may or may not have, although unknown and uncertain, could have possibly, maybe, been seduced by you.” I rambled, hoping to confuse her.
(Back now sorry)
I couldn’t resist a self-satisfied smirk at that. “If you don’t give me a clear answer,” I said slowly, masking the nervous trill in my voice, “I’ll test it out and see for myself.”
That smirk. It ruined me completely. “I thought my answer was pretty clear. What wasn’t clear about that?” Okay, so I was goading her. Sue me! I’m simply curious as to what she’d do. Definitely.
“Careful….” I warned teasingly, leaning over to flick his nose. “You’re treading on thin ice, Montague.”
(Angelo: bursts from the room DID SOMEONE SAY MONTAGUE)
“Me? With my charm? I doubt it.” I teased back, trying to ignore my flushed cheeks. “You wouldn’t do anything to this face. It’s priceless.”
(Lmao Angelo XD)
(Marina: joins him, a flaming battle ax in her hands, but is distracted by Mercutio)
I raised an eyebrow, his evident nerves boosting my confidence until the blush had mostly retreated from my cheeks. “Who said anything about your face?”
“I… um—“ I had no idea how to respond to that. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I attempted to tease.
(Mercutio, flipping everyone off, “Do not touch me.”)
(Marina: I will punch you. Slowly. With my mouth. On yours. I mean—what?)
I silenced him with a chaste, tempting kiss. “I suggest you stop talking now, hm? Wouldn’t want to wake the household up.”
(What’s the ship name? For both Marina and Mercutio, and R&J?)
((Marina and Mercutio are M&M for sure))
“R-Right…” I let my voice fade to a whisper, looking away to hide my face. “God, the things you do to me.” I shook my head softly.
