Between Broken Glass and Butterflies(Psychic Rpg)

Laya still able to hear his thoughts flushed again, in agreement even if she didn’t outright say it, still a bit baffled by it before paying attention to Jack again. “I’ll be fine. I just need some water and rest, I think.”

She gave a look to see the door to the apartment shut, Alexandra off to discuss whatever with the man, and Laya placed a finger against her mouth, as if biting down, taking a glance at Jack.

“But seriously. Just between us. Is it just me or is everyone we meet, like...just stupid good looking? What’s with that?” She had made comments before, but now more off her off work attitude was making itself known.

 

Taking her in his arms, he gets a little impulsive with putting her back against the wall, but her senses letting her know he wouldn’t actually hurt her. “Maybe I still want to make it up to you.”

 

The teacher grins. "And how would you do that?"

 

'Water, right,' Jack quickly headed to the kitchen and got some water from the tap. He felt a strange... connection to it... like it was right that the glass of water was in his hand. He came back to Laya and handed it to her, almost reluctantly, 'Here.'

'Yeah, that's a bit strange. Like it's some perverted fantasy land or something,' Jack chuckled.

'Do you need anything else, doc?' He asked with a smile.

 

“You really want to find out? Here?” Alexandra wasn’t sure how much time she’d have, but he already brought his face in, starting to kiss at her neck, letting his touch travel along her hips and waist. “Or should you be getting back to those guest of yours? When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk.”

 

Jack couldn’t place it. Something about the vicinity of it...felt right. It “flowed well.” Whatever that meant. There was a relaxing calmness to watching it pour, like all the troubles of the last hours were fading away. Or it should have. That faint creeping danger sense began to bubble up again, but barely noticeable as he handed the class to Laya who took it in both hands. “I mean...there’s way worse things than being surrounded by super hot people all the time. Hmm, what I think I need is...for you to take it easy for a little bit. Seeing you stressed out, kind of freaks me out too. Especially since you known when bad things will happen. Just...I dunno, sit down. Relax for a bit.”

 

"Those are bold words. I take that as a personal challenge." She giggles as he kisses her neck. "My neighbour's on holiday. I'm house sitting for her. Her place is completely empty..."

 

Jack wondered about that feeling with the water, it was so strange yet calming. He sat down next to Laya and let out a big sigh, closing his eyes, 'I'm glad you care, doc.' He didn't want to mention the slight tingle of danger he had felt, it was only very vague and Laya was already on edge. He tried to relax for at least a little bit.

 

"When it comes to you, it's a promise." He let his face come against his, pressing his lips onto hers then moving against her cheek, brushing it lightly, the relaxed and calm touch still pulsating heat from his rising lust, moving his body closer, taking his attention to driving a hand underneath her top, keeping it obscured from view, as it squeezed down on something sensitive, making her whole body tremble. He was gentle. Careful with where he touched and kissed, but she didn't need to sense him to feel the warmth of lust rising. He didn't want gentleness. "It doesn't matter where. I'm going to have the whole building hearing you scream."

 

Alexandra extricates herself from his arms, heading to the door next to her own, unlocking and opening it. She walks through an apartment similar to hers, with old fashioned decorations, heading into the bedroom. "You're really aggressive today. You need it bad, don't you. Luckily for you, after today, I need it too." She gestures with her finger for him to follow her.

 

Pewshw.

The smallest little drip from the faucet. It couldn't be heard over some bad daytime television programming running. Laya was engrossed in watching it for a bit, not looking at all impressed or pleased with it. Obviously just choosing to watch anything if it meant taking her mind off of things. Jack sort of reluctantly trying to get the pressure out of his head. Then it happened. He didn't know if it was an accident or not. Maybe she was just that exhausted, but she had inched just every so slightly closer to him on the couch. It was barely enough to jump to any conclusions about..until she gave a yawn and started to lazily lean her head against his shoulder, eyes fixed on the t.v., for a few minutes before groaning. "Alright. This sucks. Find something else to watch."

While he was put in an awkward position, it distracted him from the sound of water pressure starting to build in the kitchen, flowing faster from the tap and pouring down the drain, but at such a slow pace that the sound stayed drowned out from the combination of the television running and Laya getting so close with no warning.

 

Jack was leaning back and trying to relax, putting the television out of his mind, but that little sense of danger didn't want to go away. He nearly flinched, when Laya laid her head on his shoulder, his eyes snapping open and looking at her a bit in disbelief. Wow, she's awfully at ease around me... this is kind of nice, though... but that little tingle won't go away... what is it? It started back at the faucet... He chuckled a little, 'Getting tired, doc?'

 

'It's just what you do to me." Making a quick response, he followed closely. Not making it easy for her to open up the door with him still everywhere on his body. As soon as the door had creaked open and she gave him the go ahead, his body was right up against hers, pushing her into the apartment. With his foot, he gave the door a hard kick to shut it, neither seeing how the force made a thud in Alexandra's own apartment right across, Damien too focused on taking in her hand, guiding her to the bedroom, unceremoniously already giving her a playful tackle down on to the sheets of the neighbors bed. He continued to kiss and fondle against his lover like his life depended on it and she was the only thing in the world.

With haste, he had peeled away his coat and tie, letting them get thrown to the floor, getting back on top of her, giving her all the passion he could muster with his movements to slide back down the clothes she just put on and expose her again, frantically dry humping at her too. "You just make it too dam difficult to hold anything back."

Thud

The jerk of his knees, caused the whole bed post to slam into the wall again, the noise peeling back into her own apartment, though not too noticeable by either as he kept his fingers wandering all over her erogenous zones, giving his maximum effort into driving her absolutely crazy, snaking his fingers down past her underwear to squeeze at her clit, while giving her another kiss.

 

Alexandra groans, moving her body against him, her hand stroking his cock through his pants. Her tongue dances with his as they kiss passionately. "You want me? Show me how much."

 

"I'm surprised, that you aren't." Slumping her shoulders, her eyes glanced up towards his. "You really need to get a grip on handing out those thoughts to just anyone...but yeah. This isn't bad." Without much more to do, Laya had a slightly easing presence to Jack, but the tingling still didn't quite want to just die already.

Thud

The slamming motions in the next door room had taken it's toll, a few pictures near the kitchen area starting to twist and hang loosely. That sound was a lot more important than the faucet, with even Laya who looked just about down for the day, having to idly look up as if thinking about the noise. "Wow...just going at it...just like that..." She bit her lip again, a slight redness surfacing on her face again. "I'm not sure which one I'm more jealous of. Getting fucked like that or being up in the sheets with Alex..." Jack had already been clued in before that Laya was really like this, but to what degree was only really dawning on him now.

Thud

The sound came again, this time making everything in the kitchen area start to shake, including a recently burnt out lamp that had been just sitting on there...and at the same time, Jack's new found abilities had opted to make an appearance by drawing water, starting to overflow the sink with water, the recently dead lamp deciding now would be the best time to find a flicker of life again and start sparking back to life....suddenly Jack's danger sense was now just drilling into his skull demanding that he pay attention, causing him to look at the overfilled kitchen sink pour a film of water out onto the floor making it's way to the electrical hazard.

 

Not needing to hear anymore, he got to unfastening his bottoms, letting his cock come into her eyesight. As always, it was more than enough to please her and then some. He didn't waste time trying to show it, getting back right on her, holding her at the shoulders and driving it hard into her cunt in a single and forceful thrust. "You say I'm being aggressive, but I don't see you complaining." Getting more confident with his actions, he drove into each angle of her womanhood, finding new ways to drill it in places that she might not have even known could be reached, still offering his more gentle touch up above against her tits, putting his head down against her shoulder and giving a light bite, as he went right into pounding away.

 

Jack blushed profusely, 'It comes and goes, I'll get a handle on it, I promise.' Blushing even more, as the thuds from the neighbour's apartment clearly indicated someone going at it hard in the bedroom, he laughed, 'How do you know it's Alexandra? She wouldn't just break in her neighbour's apartment to have sex, right?'

He couldn't shake the feeling, making him look to the kitchen. He nearly panicked, as spotted the water pour out of the sink towards the sparking lamp, 'What?! No, no, no, no, no!!' He jumped up from the couch and towards the kitchen. Determined to stop this mess, he tried to get the lamp out of the water's way before he could deal with the overflowing sink.

 

Alexandra lets out a scream as her lover fucks her, enjoying the feel of him, her wet cunt clenching around his cock. "Yes, like that! Play with my tits, I love it!"

 

"I just assume..." Laya had an absent minded and weary look that faded into confusion as her support became weightless, falling to the couch, watching the sudden incident about to unfold. Jack's senses and staying well built, was a good combination letting him dart towards the danger of the bulb, but the water was faster...except..something happened. It just stopped spreading. For whatever reason, it just quit pouring itself out onto the floor allowing him time to pick up the lamp, Laya climbing off the couch and making a frantic hurry to shut off the faucet. Very narrowly avoiding burning down Alexandra's apartment in the five minutes she left, there was a shared sense of relief, the doctor running to the bathroom and coming back with a towel to wipe up the weirdly still water. The towel began to soak it up as Jack placed the lamp back upright, but Laya had a somewhat sullen look at the realization. "Even without people here...we just can't get away from anything."

 

Jack felt a strange connection to the water, becoming calm as the water stopped to flow, like a still puddle. He looked perplexed, that shouldn't happen normally. It's like he wanted the water not to touch the sparking lamp... and it didn't. He picked up the lamp, putting it upright and unplugging it for good measure. He let out a sigh of relief, 'Alexandra would've killed us if something had happened while she was out. But I agree... it's as if the universe is testing us. Making sure the powers we have are challenged.' He shook his head, brushing a hand throug his dirty-blonde hair, 'I wouldn't have spotted that without the sense of danger in my head... and the water... it just stopped flowing, even though the faucet was still going... how's that possible?'