First sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left pt 2.

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Friday February 12
Early afternoon
The Salon, Upstairs

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Ri is having a late lunch when Jarmyn stops in to get a haircut and check out out possibilities for an addition to his tattoo. They discuss both matters and he makes her an offer. She accepts and they head up to her room.
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Not about what I want, sweetheart, Jarmyn says his voice all husky, I’m here for you. I blink as I try to think about it. Oh. So because this is supposed to be payment for me cutting his hair...That means we only do what I want in bed? I'm not used to that. The idea that with the exception of the two things he asked me not to do, I can do whatever I want to him and he'd be okay with it. Or at least try and act like he is. I give him a defiant look.

"Well I do wanna! At least fer a bit. Just warn me if you're about to come."

Then I lower my face down and take him very slowly into my mouth.


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[verite-belrose.livejournal.com]

Hope that's what he wanted. His head snaps sideways and there's a bright red mark on his cheek. We just stand there for a minute and then he opens his eyes and says Thank you”? I don't know how I feel about what I just did.

Jarmyn puts his arms around me n' kisses the top of my head. My arms come up and circle his waist. Feels real nice here in his arms. I'm about to tell him he's welcome when he asks,Anything else you want from me, sweetheart?

I tip my face up to his, "C'n think of a few." I admit, a wicked grin beginning to curve my lips. "But maybe we should do something bout your hair before we forget?"

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It’s hard to tell how she feels about hitting me, but there’s that grin again, so it can’t have been too bad. Glad she brings up my hair, too, because I didn’t want to be the one to. I kiss the top of her head again and then let go of her so I can start hunting around her room for my clothes and pulling them back on. I’ve got my shirt and pants on but not done up, sitting on the bed trying to get my boots back on without snapping the laces again, when I think of something else. “You mind letting me see that knife, sweetheart? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” And she’s not the only one who can smirk.

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for answer he kisses the top of my head again n' lets me go. room feels just a bit less warm without his arms around me. Starts searching for and pulling on his clothes, so I reluctantly go after mine. I don't bother looking for the panties I chucked into the room, just get out another pair. The rest is easy enough to find.

He's sittin' the edge of the bed with his shirt and pants undone workin' on his boots when he surprises me with, You mind letting me see that knife, sweetheart? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. and oh that smirk he's got...Makes me wanta kiss him, so I do. Just light quick brush of lips before I answer. "Sure."

Reach over to the night table, to pick up the familiar compact weight of wood, brass an' steel. Age has darkened the colours made them less shiny but deeper, richer, adding to it somehow. "Here."

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Not only does she hand me the knife, but she kisses me first, quick enough to leave me wanting more. I bend down and pull mine out of the sheaths and hand them to her together, still closed, before I take a look at the one she’s given me. It’s a nice knife, well-made but not new by a long shot, small enough to carry but large enough to be useful for several different things. I fold it out and squint at the blade. She takes care of it, too. “Quality work,” I tell her and offer it back. This might become a joke between us, the way we both smile over it. It’s nice to have that with someone, especially someone as pretty and nice as she is.

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His knives get pulled out his boots. He hands them to me together and closed before looking at mine. I keep a corner of my attention on him but the rest is for the beautiful matched set of butterfly knives in my hands. Gorgeous. I flip one of them open. The action is smooth an' the blade looks wicked sharp. Well cared for too. Same with the other.

Quality work, He tells me as he offers it back to me. I can;t help smiling at that. Think the meaning of those two words has changed for me. Doubt I'll be able to say them to him without a smile or grin.

"So're these." I say offering them back to him even as I reach for mine, leaning over to claim another kiss.

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Well, she obviously has an eye for quality, the way she’s looking at my knives. Opens one and manages not to cut herself, and then she closes it and hands it back. And God, that smile. Going to be thinking about that for a while. ”So’re these,” she says, and bends down to give me another kiss.

Can’t resist. I drop the boot I’m working on and make a grab for her waist. “So’re— God, come here.” Pull her onto my lap, and she seems not to mind. She’s still half-dressed and if she keeps wiggling like that we’ll be here awhile. “So’re you.” I reach my free hand up into her hair and lift my head up to hers and give her a proper kiss, one that I hope will last both of us until the next time we get to do this.

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So’re— God, come here.I can hear the boot drop as he grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap. I laugh and happily tumble into it. So’re you.

I settle into his lap where I can feel him through my panties. His hand slides into my hair and his lips meet mine. Oh yeah... That feels...I manage to slide my hands under his shirt an' drag my nails up his back.