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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She pulls off just as slow as she went down, the bit of metal in her tongue scraping in a way that makes me shudder. I gasp when the air hits my cock, missing her mouth already. Sit up halfway and find her moving over me, kneeling so she can lower herself down. There are things I want to say and things I need to, but I can’t get any of them out right now. What I can do is grasp her hips and guide her down onto me. She’s tight, but not too. Don’t think I’m hurting her. Make sure to reach down and touch her clit, stroking it firmly. And God, the view of her on top of me, the bits in her nipples catching the light, and her hair purple everywhere. It’s enough to make me come right then, but I make myself say, “You’re going first, sweetheart.” Not sure if she can understand me, though. I’m concentrating more on holding back than on talking clearly.

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I love how he shudders and gasps as I pull my mouth og gods off him, he's trying to sit up as I move. I think he wants to say something but no words come out. He just guides me onto him and I settle with a sigh. Feels so good. He's stroking me as I start to move. Oh, god...Yes...So good.

He mumbles something about going first...but I'm hardly paying attention to that little detail so long as it's not stop or an expression of pain. My head falls back...Oh god......

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I manage a few good, hard thrusts, manage to keep my fingers moving long enough that she starts shuddering, and then I’m gone, spending inside of her as she rides me. I fall back on the bed, biting my lip hard, one hand coming up to cover my face. I don’t know why it’s so important to me not to make noise now. Made plenty of it earlier, and she liked it. Seemed to, anyway. Now it’s just too much, though. Have to hold on to something, even while I’m falling apart. I can hear her, like she’s very far away, but the taste of blood in my mouth is closer, more real. Familiar. I can’t do anything but lie there for a minute, one hand still over my face, the other clutching the bed. Hope she doesn’t think I had a bad time. Not sure how she could, but still. Should be getting up, holding her, making sure she liked it and taking care of her, but I just can’t do anything but lie here with that copper penny taste in my mouth and my eyes closed.

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When I come back to myself, Jarmyn is lying back on the bed with a hand over his face. I feel all light and loose and pleasantly fuzzy headed, and it takes me a minute to realize that he's just lying there. I lean forwards and brush a kiss over his shoulder. I can see the mark I left at his nipple. A little brighter red than the nearest bruises.

"Thank you. That was-" Really something. I want to ask if he's okay, if he needs anything. Thirsty. I could really use something to drink. Bet he could too. I peel myself off of him and then collapse beside him as my energy runs out. "Water?" I ask.

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Something brushes my shoulder, and I realize I have figure out how to talk again and move now. After a minute I can open my eyes and move my hand to dab at my lip. Not bit through, just cut. I’ve had worse. Hell, I've done worse to myself. I work up the courage to look at her, there laying beside me. “I’m all right, sweetheart. Better than. Just need a minute. Could do with a drink,” I say honestly. “Something stronger than water if you’ve got it. Or a cigarette.” Don’t know where that came from. Never smoked much. Couldn’t afford to and don’t like the smell. But now it seems like one would help me pull myself together, stop making a fool out of myself in someone else’s bed. She’s just so bright. Nice. I kind of want her back laying mostly on top of me, putting pressure on a couple of bruises that hurt in a good way. She’s soft and warm and makes happy noises, which helps a lot.

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His eyes open and he moves his hand, to his mouth. looks like it's cut. or bitten or somethin'. He looks over at me. I’m all right, sweetheart. Better than. Just need a minute. Could do with a drink,Something stronger than water if you’ve got it. Or a cigarette.

I give him a bright smile. "I'm sure we've got somethin' around here." I manage to drag myself up to go look. I find my cloves in the pocket of my skirt along with the matches and pass them over after I get one out for myself. Keep looking for the booze, I know Lannie brought something home.....Ah! there it is...I scoop up the bottle of cider an turn back to him. "Here we go!"

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I sit up, groaning for a bunch of reasons, good and bad, and see her smiling at me. Once again, I can’t help but muster one up too, just a little wavery. She scoots off the bed and starts rummaging around the room, not the least bit ashamed. I try not to stare, but it’d be lying to say I’m not enjoying the view. She passes me a pack and some matches, and I fish one out. They smell nice, and it doesn’t take me long to light up.

She’s still looking around, and the way she keeps sticking that sweet little ass in the air makes me wonder if she’s trying to tell me something. I could go again, but not this soon. And I’d like to get my hair cut before I have to go to work. Suppose I could always come back another time, though. Wouldn’t be too much of a hardship. I take the cigarette slow, making it last so just the one’ll be enough, and try to watch her without looking like I’m watching her. She finds a bottle eventually and holds it up. Looks like cider. Was hoping for something a little stronger, but that’ll do. I take it from her with my free hand and get it open. “Don’t suppose you have glasses? If you don’t, it’s all right.” Don’t want to be rude, but if people didn’t drink out of glasses I’d be out of a job. And it does smell like good cider.

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He looks good lounging back in my bed with a close in his hand. He takes the cider from me and opens it.

Don’t suppose you have glasses? If you don’t, it’s all right. I grin at him round my cig. "Glasses. Right. Should be some around." I take a quick look around and spot a couple by the couch. A quick rinse in the bathroom sink and I'm back to hold them out to be filled.

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She does find some glasses. Has to bend over to pick them up, too, and isn’t that a sight. She’s nice enough to rinse them out first, too, before she comes back and holds them out for me to fill. Pretty girl with out her clothes on, holding glasses for me and grinning and standing up straight makes me glad I’m not at work, because I can barely take my eyes off her long enough to makes sure the cider gets in the glasses. Manage to pour, though, and not spill any.

I want to say something about if she started tending bar like that, that she’d cause a riot. But we just had a real riot, and I don’t know if she knew anyone in it who got hurt or which side she was on. So I start thinking of other things to say. Can’t remember if I’ve said thank you or not. I’ve been thinking it enough. But I want to wait until I can say that right.

I make room for her on the bed if she wants to come and sit back down with me. It is her bed, after all. And then I think if something that I probably should have asked a long time ago. “Need to ask you, sweetheart, do you have anything to take that’ll keep a baby from coming? If you don’t, I can get you something.” Have a couple ideas of where, but maybe she knows the town better. “And thank you. For this—“ I raise the glass to her. “And…everything else.” Going to try to say more than that later, if I can think of the right words.

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I like the look in his eyes, he hardly takes them off me even to pour our drinks. He shifts over and I curl up next to him and take a sip of my cider.

Need to ask you, sweetheart, do you have anything to take that’ll keep a baby from coming? If you don’t, I can get you something. I scowl down at my drink. "Yeah. Course I do. Ain't stupid."

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Something’s upset her, and it takes me a while to figure out what. She can’t yet be twenty, and here she is running her own place, doing a damn fine job of it by the looks of things, and here I am talking to her like she forgot something so important. I take a long drink of cider while I think of how to fix this, and then I set the mug down and put my arm around her. “I know you’re not stupid, sweetheart,” I tell her, trying to sound gentle but not like I’m talking down to her. “Wouldn’t be trusting you with my hair if I thought you were. Wouldn’t have come up here with you, either. What you are is lovely, and so clever to be running this place the way you are. And this is the best afternoon I have spent in so long.” Can’t look her in the eye, the way she’s glaring down at her drink, but I can look sideways at her before I press a kiss to her temple. “Just trying to make sure you have good memories of it, too.”

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I know you’re not stupid, sweetheart,he says, putting his arm around me. Wouldn’t be trusting you with my hair if I thought you were. Wouldn’t have come up here with you, either. What you are is lovely, and so clever to be running this place the way you are. And this is the best afternoon I have spent in so long.

His voice is kind but he's not taking to me like I'm a kid. He gives me a sideways look and then kisses my temple. Just trying to make sure you have good memories of it, too. I sniff as tears well up in my eyes. Damnit! I hate the effect sympathy has on me sometimes.

"T-thanks. It WAS fun." I look up and swipe hastily at my eyes.

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Oh, God, is she crying? That’s my first thought, and the second is that I have to be even more careful now about what I say and do. “I’m glad, sweetheart. I did my best,” I tell her gently. Both things are true. Maybe smiling at her will get her to give me one of those big, bright grins she was flashing around earlier. “Do you mind if I ask why’d you do it? You can’t sleep with everyone who walks in here asking about a trim, or you’d go out of business. Why me?” I do actually want to know, but more than that I want to get her talking and thinking about something else to get her mind off being so sad about whatever’s made her sniffle like this.

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I’m glad, sweetheart. I did my best, He tells me, still in that gentle voice, along with a smile. I give him one back, or at least try to. I think it's more the ghost of of one. "Quality work."

Then he goes serious again, Do you mind if I ask why’d you do it? You can’t sleep with everyone who walks in here asking about a trim, or you’d go out of business. Why me?

I blush, an take a mouthful of cider. I need the time to think. And the cider loosens the tight feeling in my throat as well. "I dunno exactly why." I start, not looking up at him right then. "But I liked the way you looked an sounded. The ink on your back. And- and I just wanted to! 'Kay?" I do look up at him then, I need to see his reaction to my words.

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She gives me a little smile and a little explanation and lets me start petting her hair again. “Fair enough.” It’s more than I was expecting her to say. She keeps drinking, too, starting to look a little better. “Any time you want to do this again, you know where to find me.” I want to ask if I get to do this every time I need a trim, but I figure she might take that the wrong way. Don’t want to presume, anyway. I can think of a couple things that’ll definitely take her mind off being sad, and I sift through them to figure out which one I want most before I ask

“Could you do something for me, sweetheart?” I tilt my chin up and point to my left cheek. “Take whichever hand you’re best with and slap me, hard as you can, right there.” God, I hope she can see her way clear to doing this. It’s not like asking her for a mark; she’s already left me one of those. But maybe it’ll take some of the edge off the longing in the back of my mind to be hurt carefully by someone who knows their business. Can’t ask all that of her, this little girl I’m working off trade with. But maybe she’ll give me just a little.

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his hand comes up an starts stroking my hair. It feels good so I let some of the tension go out of my shoulders. Fair enough. Any time you want to do this again, you know where to find me.

I feel a real smile come up at that offer. I'm glad my crying hasn't ruined everything. I even manage a small joke, "The sex or the awkward conversation?" Part of me wants to walk into the Whitechapel sometime all dressed up just to see the look on his face.

I'm still thinking about that idea when he tilts his chin up and asks in that serious level voice, Could you do something for me, sweetheart? He points to hi left cheek. Take whichever hand you’re best with and slap me, hard as you can, right there.

I can feel my eyes get wide and I know I'm staring. "You really want me to slap you? For real? And hard?"

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I should have known she wouldn’t just do it. Feel like just telling her never mind and starting to try and find my clothes, but I think that might make things worse, in head and between us. Really don’t want to make things worse. I take my hand out of her hair reluctantly and reach down to pick up my glass. Drink the rest of the cider and drop the end of my cigarette in the empty glass, set it back on the floor. That gives me time to think about what to do next. Then I get up off the bed and stand in front of her, holding out a hand to help her off the bed. “Yes, please, Miss Verite.”

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The doesn't say anything at first, just slides his hand out of my hair n' picks up his glass. Finishes it and drops the butt of the clove in after. Puts it back. all in silence. I can feel the tension coming back into my shoulders and a nervous twist in my stomach.

Then then he stands up in front a me n' holds out his hand. Yes, please, Miss Verite.

I look up at him for second and then I take his hand, let him pull me onto my feet.

"Alright. Because you asked for it." I take a deep breath and give him a good, hard, open handed slap on his cheek right where he indicated.

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For a minute there she just looks at me, and I think she’s going to tell me no or that I’m strange or something else worse. And then she takes my hand and says she will, because I asked. I want to kiss her for that, but I barely have time to close my eyes before she hits me. My head snaps to the side from the noise and the sting, and then the warmth comes up like a blessing after penance. And the watch spring in my head isn’t quite so tight now. My mouth opens a bit, but I can’t say anything for a minute. Finally can open my eyes, though, and look down at her. And what can I say but “Thank you”? Not quite sure how to read the look she’s giving me, so I just put my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. “Anything else you want from me, sweetheart?” I’d happily stay up here all day, but I do have to work tonight, so things need to be getting on.

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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.