[Fic] Good Behavior
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kittydesadeTitle: Good Behavior
Source: Barton Hall Irregulars
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Characters: Paige, Jared
Word Count:
Summary: Jared and Paige's boys have finally come to an agreement on terms for his staying in the area without being pulped. Abiding by them is harder than he thought at first.
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origfic_bingo prompt "Obedience"
It was supposed to warm up by mid-March, but they were almost into April and it hadn't warmed up yet. Jared didn't like it. His body burned now with his needs and with the cold and he didn't like the sensation of either.
"No."
Paige could whisper that across the campus and he would hear it. Sometimes he thought he heard her telling him no in his sleep.
Right now all he had done was lift his head in the direction of one of the incoming class and she snapped at him. He glared back, shuffled his feet the next couple of steps, and hunched his head down between his shoulders.
"Come on. You're hundreds of years old and you're still sulking like a little brat? How old are you, anyway?"
"Don't know."
That was a lie. He knew exactly how old he was, part of the contract between Mistress Lilith and his parents had involved certifying his age. But he wasn't going to tell Paige how old he was. If she started digging into shit like that she'd start asking questions about how he was born, or made, and when, and he sure as hell didn't need that.
There was no way she could, or would, understand what he'd done anyway. No earthly or unearthly way.
They kept walking. To the grocery store, the same kind of walk they'd made more than a few times when they were dating, if you could call it dating. They'd made this walk several more times after she'd laid down the law to him, backed by her puppy and her little pet whatever he was. He still hadn't figured Will out. Half the time he acted like a college student in over his head, which he was, and the other half of the time he acted like he had been around for just as long as Jared had if not more. It turned him off seducing the kid; he wanted to be in control, not be bent over a table by a twenty year old.
And thinking about that was just making it hard to resist. He pushed the thought out of his head and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and thought about how cold he was. They were just across the train tracks and almost there.
"You okay?"
She looked at him sideways just as they hit the pavement, and she tripped. His hand snapped out and caught her arm tight enough that he pulled her close against him. He could catch the scent of her shampoo again. She'd changed it since they slept together.
They both completely forgot who had been asking whom, what.
He let her go and she took two steps back, as he'd known she would but it stung all the same. Face front, forward march. Bile splashed around in the back of his throat, launched there by either the jostling or the stabbing pains of cold and heat. He swallowed it back. No puking in front of the girl, that just wasn't, um. Incubus-ly. His face, hands, and chest felt flushed. His socks were sticking to his feet from sweat.
They separated as soon as they hit the grocery store. "I'm going to go…" she started, and pointed in the direction of the feminine products. The temptation to join her and offer lisping commentary tugged at him, but he went off in the direction of the snack food instead.
He lost her in the aisles somewhere, between towering endcaps and box displays, which he decided was a good thing when his hands started to shake. Too soon for the really drastic symptoms. Their agreement was that he could feed off the energy and inclinations of people at frat parties, other places where the word 'party' was synonymous with the word 'orgy' and half of everyone was going to get laid regardless of whose dick they were riding. It might as well be his, she figured. At least he wasn't going to give anyone a disease. So, he could satisfy his needs at least enough to survive, and she didn't smash his kneecaps with whatever instrument of revenge she laid hands on that morning. He still got fed.
So why were his hands shaking? Why did he feel like he wanted to throw up?
He scrubbed his hands over his face rapidly, which didn't help the sensation of heat. Now his palms and his face were sweaty. Fuck.
"Hey!"
Paige's voice jerked him around, head and shoulders first and legs following after in a rampant display of negative agility. Arms pinwheeling, he didn't quite fall face first but only because he banged one hand into a shelf and grabbed it to keep himself upright. The room spun around him, dizzying.
She frowned, which made him frown. He'd been expecting mockery. "What?"
"Are you okay?"
It took Jared a second to be sure he could stand up without falling over again, but he managed. "I'm fine. Let's finish shopping and get back."
Fine or not, she stuck by him for the rest of the groceries, so close they almost elbowed each other reaching for one thing or another. After the third or fourth time of that he grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her to one side of him every time she reached in front of him for something. It wasn't until they were out of the store and headed back up to school in the dark that he realized he'd been manhandling her without one word of protest from her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, glancing sideways once they got into the area of street lights again.
She blinked at him. "Yeah?" Duh. "I'm not the one falling over in the aisles…"
"Not that, I mean. I just pretty much grabbed you and manhandled you all over the store. Shouldn't you be threatening to bust my brains in or something?"
Paige snorted, but it wasn't her usual derisive sneer. He wondered if she even knew what she looked like right now. She looked like an adult. "You're listening when I tell you no, and that's more than you ever did with me before. You're listening when I tell you to leave people the hell alone, I'd say that's progress. So, no, I'm not going to threaten you with the baseball bat. You're behaving yourself. That's good enough for me."
In the back of his mind he heard Mistress Lilith again, just for a second. There's a good boy, he knows how to behave for his Mistress, doesn't he? Jared shivered, felt himself stiffen anyway.
"I guess," he muttered, jamming his hands back in his pockets, plastic grocery bags draped over and now cutting into his wrists. He stomped on ahead, ignoring the sound Paige made behind him and not turning around to see the undoubtedly annoyed look directed at his back. He was in no mood to deal with her right now.
He was being good. That should be enough.
Source: Barton Hall Irregulars
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Characters: Paige, Jared
Word Count:
Summary: Jared and Paige's boys have finally come to an agreement on terms for his staying in the area without being pulped. Abiding by them is harder than he thought at first.
A/N: Written for
origfic_bingo prompt "Obedience"It was supposed to warm up by mid-March, but they were almost into April and it hadn't warmed up yet. Jared didn't like it. His body burned now with his needs and with the cold and he didn't like the sensation of either.
"No."
Paige could whisper that across the campus and he would hear it. Sometimes he thought he heard her telling him no in his sleep.
Right now all he had done was lift his head in the direction of one of the incoming class and she snapped at him. He glared back, shuffled his feet the next couple of steps, and hunched his head down between his shoulders.
"Come on. You're hundreds of years old and you're still sulking like a little brat? How old are you, anyway?"
"Don't know."
That was a lie. He knew exactly how old he was, part of the contract between Mistress Lilith and his parents had involved certifying his age. But he wasn't going to tell Paige how old he was. If she started digging into shit like that she'd start asking questions about how he was born, or made, and when, and he sure as hell didn't need that.
There was no way she could, or would, understand what he'd done anyway. No earthly or unearthly way.
They kept walking. To the grocery store, the same kind of walk they'd made more than a few times when they were dating, if you could call it dating. They'd made this walk several more times after she'd laid down the law to him, backed by her puppy and her little pet whatever he was. He still hadn't figured Will out. Half the time he acted like a college student in over his head, which he was, and the other half of the time he acted like he had been around for just as long as Jared had if not more. It turned him off seducing the kid; he wanted to be in control, not be bent over a table by a twenty year old.
And thinking about that was just making it hard to resist. He pushed the thought out of his head and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and thought about how cold he was. They were just across the train tracks and almost there.
"You okay?"
She looked at him sideways just as they hit the pavement, and she tripped. His hand snapped out and caught her arm tight enough that he pulled her close against him. He could catch the scent of her shampoo again. She'd changed it since they slept together.
They both completely forgot who had been asking whom, what.
He let her go and she took two steps back, as he'd known she would but it stung all the same. Face front, forward march. Bile splashed around in the back of his throat, launched there by either the jostling or the stabbing pains of cold and heat. He swallowed it back. No puking in front of the girl, that just wasn't, um. Incubus-ly. His face, hands, and chest felt flushed. His socks were sticking to his feet from sweat.
They separated as soon as they hit the grocery store. "I'm going to go…" she started, and pointed in the direction of the feminine products. The temptation to join her and offer lisping commentary tugged at him, but he went off in the direction of the snack food instead.
He lost her in the aisles somewhere, between towering endcaps and box displays, which he decided was a good thing when his hands started to shake. Too soon for the really drastic symptoms. Their agreement was that he could feed off the energy and inclinations of people at frat parties, other places where the word 'party' was synonymous with the word 'orgy' and half of everyone was going to get laid regardless of whose dick they were riding. It might as well be his, she figured. At least he wasn't going to give anyone a disease. So, he could satisfy his needs at least enough to survive, and she didn't smash his kneecaps with whatever instrument of revenge she laid hands on that morning. He still got fed.
So why were his hands shaking? Why did he feel like he wanted to throw up?
He scrubbed his hands over his face rapidly, which didn't help the sensation of heat. Now his palms and his face were sweaty. Fuck.
"Hey!"
Paige's voice jerked him around, head and shoulders first and legs following after in a rampant display of negative agility. Arms pinwheeling, he didn't quite fall face first but only because he banged one hand into a shelf and grabbed it to keep himself upright. The room spun around him, dizzying.
She frowned, which made him frown. He'd been expecting mockery. "What?"
"Are you okay?"
It took Jared a second to be sure he could stand up without falling over again, but he managed. "I'm fine. Let's finish shopping and get back."
Fine or not, she stuck by him for the rest of the groceries, so close they almost elbowed each other reaching for one thing or another. After the third or fourth time of that he grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her to one side of him every time she reached in front of him for something. It wasn't until they were out of the store and headed back up to school in the dark that he realized he'd been manhandling her without one word of protest from her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, glancing sideways once they got into the area of street lights again.
She blinked at him. "Yeah?" Duh. "I'm not the one falling over in the aisles…"
"Not that, I mean. I just pretty much grabbed you and manhandled you all over the store. Shouldn't you be threatening to bust my brains in or something?"
Paige snorted, but it wasn't her usual derisive sneer. He wondered if she even knew what she looked like right now. She looked like an adult. "You're listening when I tell you no, and that's more than you ever did with me before. You're listening when I tell you to leave people the hell alone, I'd say that's progress. So, no, I'm not going to threaten you with the baseball bat. You're behaving yourself. That's good enough for me."
In the back of his mind he heard Mistress Lilith again, just for a second. There's a good boy, he knows how to behave for his Mistress, doesn't he? Jared shivered, felt himself stiffen anyway.
"I guess," he muttered, jamming his hands back in his pockets, plastic grocery bags draped over and now cutting into his wrists. He stomped on ahead, ignoring the sound Paige made behind him and not turning around to see the undoubtedly annoyed look directed at his back. He was in no mood to deal with her right now.
He was being good. That should be enough.