Monster College - 8 (Part 2)

"Monster College - 8 (Part 2)"

orig. 2/8/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
"Third base" female scenario/oral - adult content

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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Elly sat on the couch. She was vibrating with nervous energy, knowing what was going to happen. His words kept echoing in her head, preventing any coherent thought and hindering her breathing. She placed a hand over her heart and swallowed hard when she felt how fast it was beating. And then the door she was watching opened and Jackson walked from the bathroom to the bed. He grabbed a pillow in one hand before returning. 

"P-pillow?"

"Mmm-hmm." He set it down before her and knelt on it, bouncing once to see if it offered enough cushioning. She bit her finger. Seeing him kneel down in front of her was almost too much. The images it conjured up made her heart race even faster until she had to gasp for air. "Breathe," he told her with a wry smile, reaching up to touch her hand. "You're the one who always tells me that."

She managed to inhale deeply with her eyes closed. "Yes, so-sorry. It's just that you look so..." Another deep breath and she was able to continue, "...handsome. Sexy."

Jackson chuckled with embarrassment, glancing down at the floor. "Me? I don't think I've ever been described as either of those things before."

Elly tittered nervously as he ran a hand up her leg. "You are," she insisted, then jumped when he traced the zipper on her jeans.

"I believe if I'm to be successful in my endeavor, these need to come off." He unzipped them and she stood, biting her lip a little as she helped pull them down and away. Jackson didn't hesitate about the thin slip of panties she was wearing; they came down with a tug of one long finger. Elly was shocked to find her normally shy boyfriend taking a strong initiative and she instantly sat when he gently urged her down. "There," he murmured. She was sitting with her legs close together, and he had to tap her knee and smile up at her before she realized what he wanted. Blushing wildly, she spread them apart but had to avert her eyes from the sight of him scooting in closer. 

He kissed the inside of her thigh and she whined softly. "Jackson..."

"Shh. I'm loving you."

"Jackson!"

He grinned to himself, pleased with his ability to excite her. "Serious now," he whispered, pulling to the front of his mind everything he had learned about female anatomy. Sometimes it's okay to be a nerd, he thought, bemused. He had known this day was coming and spent some time on the internet researching things. Most of the sites had been informative, although a few had made blood rush so quickly to his face he'd almost gotten a nosebleed. All of them had made him feel uncomfortable, at first, but he'd learned what he needed to know. In theory, anyway. Now it was time to put that knowledge to the test. Shaking on the couch and undressed from the waist down, Elly somehow felt more exposed than she had with his other half. His position nestled between her legs had a lot to do with it, but when she felt his fingers gently exploring she sighed. She wasn't really prepared for more than this, however, and gasped loudly in a moment. The most delicious sliding motion was added to the shallow thrust of a careful fingertip. The teasing burn in her belly flared outrageously at the new sensation and she let out a loud, cat-like cry. Jackson couldn't look up as much as he wanted to and he didn't stop what he was doing to speak. He hummed softly instead, one finger moving slowly, mimicking what his body yearned to do in a gentle mimicry of sex. His tongue lapped delicately around the hard-to-find female pleasure center, sometimes pausing to use his lips as well to kiss the small button as best as he was able. 

"Jack-k..!" Elly was beside herself. Never before had she felt anything like this and she lost herself, forgetting where she was and who lived in the rooms all around them. Her cries were very loud, and it was a good thing both were too occupied with what was happening to hear the raucous cheering from the students in the rooms around them. She was also highly flattering, which made many of the guys raise their eyebrows at each other. "That's so good, Jackson, you're so... good..." He pressed on, trying to get the perfect spots and loving the feel of her hands threading through his dark hair, pulling him towards her. He did try to draw things out, but the new pleasure was so much that she was overcome long before he was done teasing her. The sound of her whispering his name over and over again in a mix of joy and unfeigned awe caused him to shiver. He swallowed, suddenly aware that his throat was dry, and wobbled back to sit on his haunches. His pale young lady was draped backwards on the couch, her chest heaving. 

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed shakily. "Relax a little," he told her quietly. "I'll be right back."

"Mnn." Elly took the time that he used to wash his face off and brush his teeth to do just that. She felt like she was going to melt into the couch. She cleaned herself up a bit, too, with the help of some wipes she carried in her purse. Both had barely made themselves presentable before there was a loud bang on the door. Jackson suddenly realized how loud they must have been. He flew out of the bathroom, his face as red as could be, his head filled with thoughts on how he could handle this. The guys around him were all... well, such guys. This would prove to be extremely embarrassing. He steeled himself and opened the door after a peek to see if Elly was all right. 

"Oh...." Shit, he thought, dismayed. A huge bull-man in a tight-fitting shirt stood menacingly in the doorway, staring down at the much smaller human. "Manny," he choked weakly. "Hi." Manny blew steam out from his nostrils and stamped on the ground with one foot. Jackson jumped back a little, his face paling at the sight of his biggest bully in High School. He hadn't even known the minotaur was enrolled; what was he doing here?

"Hey, guess who was visiting," Heath announced somewhat snarkily from behind the big monster. 

"Uh..."

"Ha!" Manny lowed with good humor, surprising Jackson and causing Elly to jump. "I gotta say, way to go, normie!" He slapped him on the back, causing Jackson to stagger. "Next time, get a room, though, eh?" He mooed again with laughter when he saw both their faces.

"Erk."

"Yeah, cuz," Heath added, "I don't think the guys in this dorm are gonna question your - ah - abilities -- in certain areas from now on." He stuck his head in and winked at Elly. "You've got some good lungs, girl." The door shut, leaving Jackson half bent over with a flaming red face and an expression that would have been hilarious if not for the situation. 

"Oh, dear," Elly gasped.

"Erk," Jackson squeaked.

"We've definitely got to be more careful from now on."

He held up a trembling hand, then half-collapsed on the couch in a few strides. His third, muffled "erk" seemed to agree with her.




Story 9 >

Monster College - 8 (Part 1)

"Monster College - 8 (Part 1)"

orig. 1/14/2016

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) 
"Third base" male scenario - adult content

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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Elly stretched her arms above her shoulders, yawning loudly. The light coming in her window through the curtains was very faint, and she perked her ears, catching the sound of raindrops outside. She wrinkled her nose disapprovingly. Jackson was taking her out to see a movie later, and she hated walking in cold rain.

"Maybe it'll clear by lunchtime," she muttered to herself as she stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for the day. A shower and change of clothes did nothing to wake her up, but the cup of coffee she made did wonders. Sighing to herself, she checked her phone to see what was in store for the day besides her date. There was an email from the music department, and she clicked on it and read while she sipped.

MusicDept@MC.scaru <MusicDept@MC.scaru>  

Jan. 13, 2016

To all music students:

We've been asked to celebrate in a music festival on Feboo-ary 2 that spans two entire nights in the amazing city of lights, Boo York! The classes will be performing within several avenues which include clubs, dinner theaters and the like. We know this is short notice, but as it was an exceptional experience for those that can attend, we decided to try and reach as many students as possible.

All students will be responsible for their own travel and food expenses within the city limits. 

Please sign the check-in sheet at your respective classes if interested and your professor will discuss which area you would be best suited for.

- The Music Staff

She could hardly believe it. This college was the first place she'd been to besides her home country, and she was excited about the chance to see more of the world. Especially someplace everyone talked about like Boo York! And - the best part of all, she realized, a huge smile spreading across her face -- was that Holt was in music classes, too. Where she went, Jackson would, of course, want to go... but when his other half was involved directly, he had to go. She bounded up out of the chair she was sitting on and rushed to get out the door. So what if it was early? She just had to see him now.

Jackson was feeding Crossfade when he heard the tap at his door. Although it was early, he thought he knew who it was. "Be right there!" He called out, dusting his hands off and making a mental note to wash up as soon as possible. He barely had the knob turned before Elly tackled him in glee.

"Holy -!" He grabbed the frame with one hand and his girlfriend with the other. 

"Whee!" She kissed him solidly on the mouth. "I couldn't wait!"

"Geez, you're more excited than I thought you'd be." He closed the door while she flounced off towards the middle of the room. 

"You know why, then? The music thing?"

"Yep. Excuse me." He walked into the bathroom and washed his hands. "I have an idea about that," he said as calmly as possible as he strode back out. "I was thinking about it when I saw the email..."

"Wouldn't Holt be pissed you're reading his email?" She teased him, poking him in the shoulder affectionately. 

"Gahh," he groaned. "I'm trying to be serious, here!" Then he chuckled sheepishly. "We share the same email for important stuff. Anyway, I could, I was thinking, uh. Um. Oh, boy." He started breathing quickly and she stared sideways at him in alarm. 

"What's wrong?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way but we could rent a room together," he blurted out all in one breath, wincing in anticipation of a slap or worse. "Don't be upset with me!"

"I'm not."

"I thought, we could ask for a room with a couch and Holt and I would sleep on that, and..." He paused, blue eyes wide. "What?"

"I'm not angry."

"Ah, oh. O-okay. But I had another idea. Wait." He backed up a little and she flicked her ears in amusement. "I th-thought we could also rent one of those suites with a h-huh-" He squared his shoulders. "Hot tub. So you could see what would happen, privately. With us." Now he positively shook with alarm, his eyes the biggest she'd ever seen them. "I meant-!"

"Hush." She placed a finger on his lips. "You need to relax, sweetie. I know what you meant. You're not a sex maniac." Jackson turned several shades darker but managed to nod.  "We could split the cost, is that what you're thinking? That way we could afford someplace nice, even in such an expensive city."

"If we book early, now," he agreed weakly. 

"I think it's a great idea!" She hugged him enthusiastically. "Want to skip the movie and look at places, instead?"

"I'm game."

"Awesome. So am I." She flopped onto the couch as he dug around in his bag for his laptop. He joined her with it in one hand, then set it on the small table in front of them, logging in and searching for a good site to begin. When the engine had loaded some results, he turned to her with a quirky grin on his face.

"Not a sex maniac, huh?" He was still blushing.

"Well, no." She looked surprised. "You're the safest guy in the whole college for that matter, I think." 

He blew his yellow-dyed bangs off his forehead. "Unf."

"I meant that as a compliment. You're just such a good person. That's not bad." She peered over at the results on the screen.

"The safe guy," he mused disconsolately. He glanced at her while she was clicking through a popular hotel site. She was completely engrossed in what she was doing and not prepared for the hand that squeezed her left breast.

"Yeek!" She spun about to face him, probably not the greatest idea but she wasn't thinking clearly. He caught the back of her head in one shaky hand and kissed her as firmly as he dared.

"There," he panted when they separated. "Just so you know, I'm not all that safe. I might be a gentleman, but that's still a man." He thought for a moment. "And part monster."

"Point taken," she gasped. 

"I'm not so sure yet." He leaned close again and kissed her even more seriously: softer, longer. Elly felt like she was going to pass out. Her flippant remark had indeed created a monster; worse yet, it wasn't one she knew how to handle. Still, it was Jackson, and she trusted him. She let herself relax in his arms, and he pulled back a little when he felt this. "There you go," he smiled gently. 

"I give up already." Despite her apparent submission, she was reaching out to toy with the side of his neck. 

He gulped and caught her hand in his. "Hey. You're starting something here, and we haven't even found a place yet."

"We can look later," she suggested slyly.

"I suppose so." Jackson closed his eyes when she kissed the scruff on his chin, then began working her way to that sensitive spot on his neck. "I mean," he whimpered as she started nibbling, "an hour or so... won't, ah, mmn. Yeah." He fell silent, hands cradling her against him. The fangs gliding on his skin were usually accompanied by a round of enthusiastic kissing and that was it. They'd never gone farther, although he felt a twinge every time he remembered the night Holt had. He wasn't one hundred percent certain what had happened, but he had a few guesses. Jackson felt his will weakening more and more as she sighed, lifting her head and shaking her hair back. Her body was warm and felt far too good in his arms.

"Jacky." She kissed him lightly to get his attention.

"Um." It was the only sound he could produce. 

"It's okay."

"Eh?" He blinked.

"I know why you won't say anything, but yes, we did ...some things."

"Ugh." He dropped his gaze, struggling not to show jealousy. 

"Don't." She shook her head and lifted his chin to stare into his eyes. "You're the nicest guy I've ever known. That's why I knew you wouldn't push things when we get a room."

He sighed. "Sometimes I hate Holt," he told her bluntly. "All wrapped up somewhere in this 'nice guy' is a jealous bastard that wants," he swallowed past the sudden dryness in his throat, "wants to have more of you than he did."

"That's why I'm doing this." To his utter shock she slowly dragged a finger down his shirt, sliding a hand underneath to caress his abdomen. The muscles there spasmed uncontrollably and he choked on anything else he might have said. "Let's face it, you're the dominant personality. You'll be active more than he is, because you don't need something to make you appear. You just are." 

He squeaked some sort of reply, and she nodded as if he'd said something coherent. Her fingers toyed with his flat male nipples, then rubbed past them, dangerously lower. Jackson closed his eyes so tightly he saw stars. 

"So you're the one I saw first. The one I fell in love with first. And you'll probably be my first when it really counts, Jackson." She raised her head to stare into his suddenly open eyes. "Understand?"

"Yes," he whispered. His body jerked on the couch as her hand gripped the telltale bulge in his slacks. "Yes!"

"Good," she murmured, deftly slipping a hand inside the opening she made. His chest heaved as he struggled not to scream. The touches were hindered by the briefs he wore, and they were not enough. He stood up and she pulled his clothing down so it puddled around his ankles. He plopped back down on the couch, feeling slightly awkward and then not caring when her hand closed around his firm length. 

Same body, just different skin colors, Elly mused. Of course. She did, however, find that they liked different things. Jackson nearly lost his mind when she rubbed the glistening fluid he was producing around, teasing the tip of his quivering member. But he didn't speak; he didn't have the breath to make words. Instead he wheezed in an increasingly higher, louder pitch. She shivered as his panting turned to moans.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He doubled over and cupped her hand over his, his body radiating heat as he shuddered through his orgasm. 

"That was intense," she said faintly, her cheeks burning with passion. She heard him gargle something, his head still close to his knees. "Hm?"

"I think... I'm gonna pass out."

"Breathe."

"Yeah, yeah." He flapped his free hand in the air. "Yeah... okay. Um. Whoa."

"Whew!"

"I, uh..."

"Clean up," she finished for him. 

He nodded furiously. "Uh-huh. I'll just... I'll be right back." They shared a quick, open-mouthed kiss. Jackson stopped before he'd even taken a step towards the bathroom and leaned close to her again. His face was flushed all the way down his neck but when he spoke, it was in the sexiest whisper she had ever heard from him. "Don't worry. I promise I'll take care of you." 



FIC 8 (PART 2) >>

Monster College - 5

"Monster College - 5"

orig. 10/23/2015

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) / Holt (21+)
"Confession" scenario - PG

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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Elly stopped where she was, her hand in mid-air. 

She'd been walking as fast as possible to get to her class on time and came across an interesting scene. Frankie and Jackson were right there in the shortcut hall in front of her. The two were chatting in a very friendly fashion, and then they hugged, laughing. "That could be anything," she mumbled to herself. It doesn't mean anything! They're friends. That's all. A light tapping announced the arrival of another on the scene. Elly turned and saw the flower ghoul that had greeted her the day she found the map. "Oh, hi! I was just..."

"I see what you were doing," she said in a falsely soothing voice. "And I don't blame you for being upset."

"What?"

"I mean, you've been dating them, right? And I heard it was getting doubly serious."

Elly coughed in embarrassment. "Well, I don't know about that, but yes, they both like me. I like them."

"And they both like her. In fact, they've liked her long before you." She gestured down the hall.

"What the hell? He wouldn't -"

"Didn't you know? Jackson and Holt were supposed to start dating Frankie when they each worked out how to deal with their other half." Blossom covered her mouth with her hand in mock surprise as the other woman's ears laid back.

"I have to go," Elly blurted out and ran blindly off in the opposite direction. 

"Oh, my! Did I cause a little trouble?" The plant girl's mouth curved into a wicked smirk. She walked forward, intent on interrupting the two friends' conversation.

Moments ago Jackson had turned a corner, rushing to his next class with his green pack jammed with books. He'd chosen this secluded hallway because it was a shortcut from the music floor to the sciences, and he was running late. Others knew about this, of course, and he almost bumped into a girl as he jogged quickly forward. He was about to stammer out an apology on the run when he saw who it was.

"Hey, Frankie!" He called out happily, stopping in his tracks. 

She spun about with a grin. "Jackson!" The two rushed over to meet. "How are you two and Elly doing?"

"Great." He blushed and dropped his head shyly. 

"That's fangtastic!" She squealed.

"I mean, really great." He lowered his voice, moving closer so only she could hear. "I think we're in love with her." He paused. "I know I am." Frankie's eyes widened further and she threw her arms around her friend, laughing with delight. 

"Did you tell her yet?"

"Nope. I was going to maybe do it tonight at the club. That way we both could..."

"Blossom?" Frankie tilted her head quizzically at the titter of laughter behind them. "Hi! What're you doing there?"

"Oh, nothing," she called in a sing-song voice. "I'll definitely be going to the club tonight. I guess I'll see you there with your lovely girlfriend!" She smiled a sickeningly sweet smile at the human, who leaned back a little out of her way.

"Uh... yeah."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She laughed again as she strolled down the hallway.

"What in the world was that about?" Frankie asked.

"I don't know," he said, puzzled.  "If I know her, it's probably not good." He said goodbye, and went off to his class like usual. He got there on time, which was lucky considering how late a start he'd gotten and then chatting with Frankie along the way. He also did very well that day and was quite pleased with himself as he walked back to his room.

It's been a good day, he thought as he sat on the couch and closed his eyes momentarily. Maybe it really is the right time to tell her. If it goes like everything else did today, it'll be awesome.

But when he went to dial Elly on his phone, she didn't answer. The first time he tried he figured she was busy and she'd text him or something when she was done with whatever she had to do. He sent a text himself, just in case, and closed his eyes again to relax for a bit. He woke, startled, hours later when his phone chimed to let him know Holt had to be at the club soon. There were no messages although it was dark out and he knew she had to have gotten his. 

"What's going on?"

At her dorm room, Elly was curled in a tight ball under a thin blanket. "I know I'm being stupid," she moaned softly, "He wouldn't do that to me, neither of them would." She hadn't trusted herself to reply back to him yet because she didn't want to alarm him. Jackson had both called and texted her multiple times and she knew he was going to be worried anyway, so now she was really upset. She was starting to cry when he finally panicked in his dorm and called one more time.

"Elly? Are you okay? Please call back." He held the phone out and stared at in in chagrin. "Damn it." He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. But Holt hadn't said anything to her lately, and he knew he hadn't upset her when they last talked. He was certain because when he'd kissed her goodnight she'd melted softly in his arms. She wouldn't have done that if she were angry at him or anything. He stood up, stretched and then walked purposefully out the door without a thought about the club. It took about fifteen minutes to cross the pathway between the girl and boy dorms and reach her room. Unfortunately for him, it only took a single knock before Elly saw who was coming and bolted.

"Wait," he yelped, darting around the hall corners and finally out the door after her. "Elly, wait!"

"I can't right now! I'm sorry!" Her voice had a terrible catch in it that wrenched at his heart. Jackson strained to run faster but he was at his limit. She was simply faster than a human. In panic, he did the only thing he could do: he pulled his iCoffin from his pocket and plugged in the headphones. His fiery persona flashed into existence and caught up with her in seconds.

"Elly!" 

"Holt?" She sagged and he caught her before she fell. "Let me go, I - I'm not ready to talk yet..."

"Nah, we gotta talk now." He held her tighter when she struggled and lifted her feet off the ground. "I said no - ugh, that's it!" People were openly staring at the couple and he knew it might be hard to have peace and quiet where they were. They needed someplace quiet. He glanced around to get his bearings and then ran off to the east as fast as he could. Holt was extremely nimble on his feet. He dashed around monsters ambling around campus and through the streets of town until he'd reached his destination. Elly only peeked out from her hands when she heard the rumble of water, loud in her ears. Holt had let her go and when she looked for him he was seated close by on a worn rock shelf, behind a great waterfall splashing only feet away. His earbuds were out, but he was still himself and he instantly guessed what she was thinking.

"It's the waterfall," he said quietly, his eyes meeting hers in a serious gaze totally unlike him. "I don't have to have them in." He held out a hand. "Please - whatever it is, we'll fix it."

"Maybe you can't." She bit her lip when he dropped his hand in defeat.

"I want to. I don't like seeing you upset. It's probably my fault, too. It usually is." Once more he seemed different now, and she was intrigued enough to open up a bit more.

"Um." She took a deep breath, inhaling the clean scent of the water and feeling the spray caress her face. I'd better just say it, she thought and went on bravely, "Blossom told me you and Frankie were going to date once you got your dual nature under control."

Holt spluttered in surprise. "That's what has you upset?"

"Yes! You - you two... " she stammered to a stop and then blurted out, "Heath told me it was true, too. And Abbey. And..."

"Everyone?" He shook his head. "I know them well enough to know they also said I really liked you. Right?"

"Yes." She fidgeted, her hands grasping each other and twisting.

"And I'd be surprised if no one mentioned that Frankie has been dating someone for years. Since high school."

"I didn't know that!"

He blew out air in a huge gust of wind that smelled faintly of smoke. "Damn, girl, you really had us worried. Nerd boy even gave me free reign just to catch you just now." He stood up with a slight grimace as his knees popped, then walked closer.

"I'm sorry, I just, it's not that I didn't trust you, I really did. My life has always sucked, so I guess I just felt weird about it."

He shook his head. "Ah, so it is my fault." She leaned away, dismayed, but he caught her and tugged gently until she walked into his arms of her own accord. "We should have been clearer about how we felt," he apologized. "I know you had some bad times and you won't forget them, but we can make better ones."

"Oh," she gasped. "This isn't like you. I mean, I didn't mean anything bad. You're just not usually so calm."

"I know," he grinned. "Weird, isn't it? When I come here I sort of chill out. It's a nice place. I like to write music sometimes." His voice trailed off and when she stared incredulously at him, his gaze was far away and even soft. "I'd wanted to take you here under better circumstances, but, eh."

"Holt." She swallowed past the catch in her throat, feeling rotten for having put them both through so much.

"Mhhmm?"

"I'm sorry. I should have told you." 

His lips quirked in a smile. "Yeah. You should've."

"Hey."

He chuckled. "I said before it's my fault, too. I never told you how I felt. That must have been confusing, especially when y'heard about Frankie and us." She nodded. Holt's smile widened and he placed his forehead to hers in that way he had, to stare into her eyes. "You can ask normie-me, too, but we both feel the same way. I love you." Elly blinked several times, frozen in shock. She opened her mouth but nothing came out at first, and all she could do was hug him as tightly as she could. 

After she'd calmed down a bit, she rubbed her cheek against his, purring softly. "I love you, too. Both of you. All of you."

Story 6 >>>

Monster College - 4

"Monster College - 4"

orig. 10/23/2015

MH Elly x Jackson (21+) / Holt (21+)
Making out scenario - PG-13

Non-Canon Cartoon: Monster High (after HS)

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"He wants WHAT?!" Jackson was so loud that half the dorm came running. Heath was the first to stick his head in the door and was surprised to see the person his friend had screamed at was Elly.

"Is everything okay in here?"

"No!" Jackson snapped.

"Yes!" Elly overrode his denial. "Yes, it's all right, we're just... talking." She gave the human beside her a firm look and he dropped his head.

"Sorry I got a little loud," he muttered. 

"Oooohhh-kayyy." The yellow-skinned guy backed slowly out. "Just, uh, yell if you need anything."

The door shut behind him. "Please don't be angry," Elly began quickly. "It's just that, well, it's not fair for him, is it?"

"What? Not fair for him?" He frowned and started to pace back and forth.

"But - but it isn't..."

"I gave him those music classes he wanted. I willingly change into that - him -- for part of almost every day now. That's my life! And that's not enough, of course he wants my girl!"

She felt a warm little glow at the fact that he called her 'his girl', but shoved it away for the time being. "But you're parts of the same man," she pleaded with him. "Plus, is it fair to ask him to give up romance?"

"He can get his own girlfriend!"

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "So what if he did. And then what if he decided to get intimate with her? And then what if you woke up next to another woman?"

He stopped pacing. "Um."

"What does your mother do? Does she have two husbands? One as Jekyll and one as Hyde?"

"No, but that's..." Different, he was about to say, then realized it wasn't. It was the same exact scenario the two of them were playing out right now. He choked a little, then looked away before she could see how upset he was. 

"I like you both," she said quietly. "I thought that was a good thing." 

He jerked a little as she came up behind him and slid her arms around his waist, then relaxed. "It is," he said grudgingly. Her head resting between his shoulder blades was oddly comforting. "It's just - shit." He blushed and slowly turned to face her, his arms wrapping about her as well. "I'm greedy," he admitted sheepishly. "I want you all to myself, like this, right now."

"I know the feeling." She hugged him tightly. "But you aren't one - you're two. And your 'two'  is very persuasive."

Jackson frowned again. "How 'persuasive'?"

"Let's not start again." She cleared her throat, embarrassed, but he held her shoulders tightly and stared into her eyes. 

"That persuasive," he muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Interesting."

"Jackson," she whispered, stroking the side of his face. "I don't want to lose you over this and I'm so worried. I honestly don't know what I'd do because I've never felt this way before."

His blue eyes widened. "I don't want to leave you!" He swept her into his arms and lifted her up. "God, no, get that out of your head right now." After a long pause between the couch and bed, he chose the latter and set her down on top of the neatly folded sheets. "I was just jealous that he might have something I didn't. But he doesn't." He kissed her once, lightly, as he settled down beside her.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. You have something special with me. And something different than that with Holt." She nodded, sighing with relief, and he took advantage of her open mouth to kiss her again, deeper this time than ever before. 

"Ohmigosh," she panted all at once when the kiss broke. He mumbled something about contacts and reached up to take his glasses off, setting them on the nightstand. When he faced her she was touching her lips with the fingertips of one hand. 

"Good?" He asked softly, and she blushed.

"I think it's my turn to be greedy." Her hands eagerly pulled at his shirt to get him to come closer. He complied by rolling carefully on top of her, placing his knees on either side so as not to press his entire weight down at once. 

He felt her sudden trembling and smiled kindly down at her although he was just as scared. "You know I won't do anything you don't want me to," he husked in a low voice. "Just kisses. I promise." 

"Okay."

He leaned down and she kissed the downy scruff on his chin, then mouthed his lips. "Those kind should be against the rules," he gasped, swallowing hard.

"Oh c'mon," she giggled. "For kisses? Nothing is against the rules."

"I'll hold you to that." He kept kissing until she started mewing, a sound which caused his lower belly to tighten so hard with desire he was cramping up. "My. God," he gasped. "Oh, my g - goh - gotta stop. Now. Mmmf!" He jerked his body off hers with a wrenching sense of loss and sat up on the side of the bed.

"Oh, wow," she breathed. "Jackson."

"That's my name," he quipped feebly, still trying to get enough air into his lungs. 

"Whew!" She sat up, adjusting her clothes and hair. 

"Yeah." He shook himself. "Agreed."  In a colossal feat of bad timing, someone next door started to play very loud, bass-filled music at that very moment. And while it could have been worse, it was bad enough. "Oh crap, not now!" He clasped her hand in his, blue eyes staring beseechingly into hers as the music transformed him into his other half. Elly sighed as the irises watching her darkened to red. Jackson's hand was as gentle as it was before, but everything else was now Holt.

"Baby!" His Hyde half called out cheerfully. He tugged her hand, pulling her into a warm hug. Very warm, because his hair was flaring up alarmingly. "I'm back!"

She couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm, yet the flames were going to set off the smoke detectors. "Hair." She pointed and he rolled his eyes up to look.

"Whoops! What was normie-me doing to get so hot and bothered?" He breathed deeply, shortening the reach of his hair. He also grabbed the iCoffin nearby and plugged one earbud in so that if the music outside stopped he'd have backup. He definitely didn't want to be interrupted.

"Guess," she snickered. 

Holt glanced slyly at her and her lips quirked. "Naughty," he scolded playfully. "Was it because you asked him? What'd he say? He can't stop me, he knows that. I go after what I want. And I want." He poked her nose with a fingertip.

"Quit," she smiled. "So... yeah. He was upset. But he knows I care about him, too. I was scared for a little while, though." Her brow wrinkled, and she jumped as Holt kissed her there. 

"No frowning, 'kay? We won't let you go."

"I'm glad." 

He stretched his arms over his head and growled loudly. As he did, she noticed the music stopped in the other room and wondered if they had heard that sound and were listening in. Paranoid, she chided herself, and concentrated on the man in front of her. 

He was grumbling a little. "As for that idiot, I wish I could be separate sometimes. He is putting me through some serious shit right now."

"You all right?" She gave a little shriek as he pulled out the front of his pants and peered inside.

"Don't know why guys say that. All of me is blue all the time." His voice was low but she heard enough to blush even harder.

"Holt!" She had her eyes covered now. 

"Chill, I'm just joking." He hummed a little. "Kind of."

"Can I help?"

He inhaled quickly, a rush of air that sounded very loud in the small room. "Mmmm... I really wanna say yes!" He balled his fists and curled up partially, falling over on the bed. "Don't tempt me," he whined. "I'm dangerous right now."

"Really. You weren't a few minutes ago when you were asking about what happened."

"Yes I was. That was an important question, though. Now that's settled, I'm all about you. Or water. Pick one, quick."

"Cold water?" She cocked her head, ears swiveling forward. "Can you do that? With the fire hair?"

"Pick one pick one pick one," he insisted, writhing about to make his point. The sheets twisted underneath him as he moved and his arm flopped on top of a pillow.

"You big baby. All right, what if I said me?"

"What's your favorite color?" Holt could control his voice well; he went from desperate to dead sexy in a moment. His voice had a low thrum to it that excited her. 

"Blue," she answered promptly without thinking. He, of course, knew this because she almost always wore that color. Then her ears flicked slowly back in alarm. "Uh oh," she murmured.

"Lucky!" He sprang up and tackled her onto the bed before she could make a run for it. "I have," he gasped between kisses, "a whole big lot of blue, right here, just for you."

"Aren't we full of ourselves?" Elly squirmed as he tickled her ribcage. "Hey!"

He got very close and stared right into her eyes. Since he was an elemental, they literally burned like fire, bright red and swirling. "I'm not, but you will be."

"Wait!"

"Nmm, did I scare you?" He chuckled evilly and kissed her on the lips. "I'm not serious. Just help me massage out this cramp."

She hissed warningly. "Holt."

"It's really too damn hard..."

"Holt!" She didn't doubt what he meant since he'd deliberately pressed himself against her inner thigh. She could feel the firmness between his legs and was a little frightened at how much it excited her.

He sat up abruptly. "Right here. Feel it?" He could barely hold his laughter in as he pointed to his neck. "So stiff. Like a rock."

Her shoulders sagged in partial relief. "You..!" She grabbed a pillow and smacked him across the face with it. This caused the remaining headphone to fall out of his ear, transforming him to Jackson before she was done swinging the second time. The human fell over onto the foot of the bed with a garbled sound in his throat.

"Sorry," he said, muffled through the cloth on top of his face. "I'm sorry. He can't help himself."

"Oops."

"He deserved it, I'll bet." 

"Damn right he did," she said in a low voice. Her face was still pink under the white fur and she couldn't hide it. Jackson noticed but didn't say anything, he just rubbed the side of his cheek with one hand.

"This is going to be interesting, I think."


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