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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We move together for what seems like forever, hard and steady. I can feel her hands on my shoulders, a warm pressure, but my eyes are flickering so that I just get glimpses of her arched over me. All my attention is on us, coming together and moving back and coming together again. I can feel something building inside me slowly, and when I come it feels like thunder and the earth shaking together, and then everything goes very quiet and I can’t move again for a bit.

When I come back to myself again, she’s lying on top of me. With great effort, I put one hand up in her hair and leave one on her back. “Just stay here for a minute, sweetheart.” I want to hold her and have this for a little. “Know you have a business to run, and I need to go to work, but…this is good. Really good.”

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I didn't think it could be better than it was last time but it is. Oh god is he good! I'm lying on top of him, completely boneless and very very happy; I can feel his hands come up, one resting on my hair, the other on my back. Just stay here for a minute, sweetheart.

I make a noise of agreement. Not goin' nowhere. Couldn't move if I wanted to, an' I don't wanna. Wanna stay right here. He continues, Know you have a business to run, and I need to go to work, but…this is good. Really good.

Oh yeah. The Salon. It's supposed to be open right now. I muster up a sleepy satisfied smile. "Real good. Yeah..."

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Not sure how long we lie there molded together, drowsy and content. She lets me pet her hair and doesn’t expect me to talk or get out or apologize for anything. This is the kind of feeling and the kind of time that makes people use the word ‘love,’ I imagine, and mean it sometimes, too. Not going to say it, and I don’t think she wants me to. It was a good time, one I’d like to have again, but it was just a time, something to make right now a bit better. It did that, and both of us can go on lighter now.

As I’m thinking about going on, I’m looking up into the light coming from the big window she has set over her bed. The light which, come to think of it, has the brightness to it of a winter sunset. Don’t know what time it is, can’t see a clock, but I need to get back to the bar. I’m working with Peter, and he won’t give me too much grief about making him open by himself, I think. Being with Maya puts him in a good mood, and if I come in looking like I’ve just had a tumble myself he’ll shake my hand and call it good. I think. But I’d hate to have Mr. Laclos come in and find me not there. Do need this job quite badly.

Swearing and scrambling aren’t going to do any good, so I just keep petting Verite’s hair and say quietly, “Don’t want to leave, sweetheart, but I need to now. Would you mind letting me up?” Not sure if she’s asleep, am sure she won’t mind me kissing every bit of her I can reach with my mouth right now, which is what I feel like doing.

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We lay there for a bit with Jarmyn petting my hair and me just laying there feeling happy. I can't remember the last time I felt this good.

A quiet voice in my ear interrupts my happy drowsy attempt at finding another such happy memory, Don’t want to leave, sweetheart, but I need to now. Would you mind letting me up? I raise my head up to give him a grin.

"Yeah I mind.But not going to let that get in the way of stuff you hafta do." I tease, sitting up reluctantly and moving to let him get up as he asked. I giggle some as he puts little kisses all over various bits of me as I move.

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I lever myself out of her nice, warm bed, groaning, and run a hand through my hair while I try to pull myself together. I have never in memory wanted to skip work this badly. Well, not when I was working a nice indoor job, anyway. But there’s no help for it, and no use longing. I start gathering up my clothes, moving slow as I get dressed again. Probably going to be sore tonight, especially if we’re as busy as we usually are on Fridays, but I’m not complaining.

Hope she won’t mind my using her bathroom to wash my hands and face, clean up a bit. Can’t get my hair into any kind of order, though, no matter how much I pull at it and glare in the mirror. I give up on it and step back out into the room before I remember how exactly this girl this girl makes her living. “Sweetheart, you think you could do something to my hair? Don’t have time to cut it, but could you get it out of my way and looking decent?” Feel kind of awkward asking her, not sure why.

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Jarmyn climbs slowly out of bed and takes his time. I curl up right where I am and watch. I like the sight even as I wish he could stay. Sometime we have to get together when neither of us has to rush off.

He ducks into the bathroom for a bit and comes out looking uncomfortable, Sweetheart, you think you could do something to my hair? Don’t have time to cut it, but could you get it out of my way and looking decent?

I give him an amused look and then come over, grabbing a comb from the dresser om the way. "'Course I can. The question you shoulda asked is will I? Answer to that is yes." I duck past him to grab my little bottle for water and get started. He's too tall for me to work while he's standing so I direct him to sit on the couch and pretty soon he's presentable again.

I drop a kiss on top of his hair and say. "All done."

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She’s back to being snappy again, still not wearing much of anything, and Christ, do I wish I could get out of working tonight. She makes me sit down on the couch and puts a bit of water on my hair and starts working at it with a comb. I try to get my head into a proper frame of mind for making drinks and conversation. And staying on my feet all night. Oh, God.

When she’s finished, I feel her brush the top of my head with her lips. All done. Not sure what I did to deserve this afternoon with this girl, but I’m feeling very lucky. I get up and go around to her, trying to think of how to say goodbye. Seems like a good idea to start by wrapping my arms around her tight and kissing the top of her head. “Thank you, sweetheart, so much.”

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. “I’ll come back any time you’ll have me. Still need that haircut.” I kiss her gently, lips barely touching her, and start carding through her hair again. “Don’t know if you’re looking for a boyfriend….” I trail off. Damn. Should have thought out exactly how to say this, not just that it needed saying. I’d hate to spoil things just now. “If you are,” I finally finish, “probably shouldn’t be looking to me.” She’s in a great position to do me harm if she wants to, but I decide it’s worth it if I get to hold her a bit longer.

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He gets up and comes round to give me a hug, with a kiss on my hair. Thank you, sweetheart, so much.

Seems I never get to tell him he's welcome as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, telling me,I’ll come back any time you’ll have me. Still need that haircut. He kisses me gently a just a brush of lips. I smile against his mouth.

Don’t know if you’re looking for a boyfriend...If you are,probably shouldn’t be looking to me. He adds.

I look him in the eyes and shake my head gently, "Don't want a boyfriend. Just someone to have fun with sometimes."

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She doesn’t seem to want to hurt me or keep me, thank God. I smile and kiss her again, just as soft. “And did you have fun, Miss Verite?” I ask, back to the polite voice that got me into all this. Not looking to start something all over again, but I’d like to leave on a happy note, and she seems like she’s always in the mood to play.

Sure enough, she smiles at me and informs me that she did, giving me a firm kiss to go with it that information. Then I have to let go before I’m tempted to do anything more. Can’t help glancing over my shoulder before I head down the stairs, though. What a girl, and what an afternoon. And what a ribbing I’m going to take from Peter if I don’t get to work.