True Blood : Jessica/Hoyt - Writing Prompt : Trust
Just a small piece of writing about Jessica/Hoyt from True Blood done in response to the writing prompt "Trust". All comments are welcome. Here goes and thanks for reading if you do! :)
He's doing it again.
His head is tilted to the side. She places a small kiss at the pulse of his throat and he whispers.
"Do it.. you know you want to. I think .. I want you to."
A pause not a movement or a word between them only her breath still brushing exposed skin.
"I trust you..." his eyes fall closed as he waits.
Of course he trusts you... he doesn't remember....
But she does remember. That first night at Merlottes not even knowing what she was there for. The way he smiled at her when she sat down trying to look casual glancing over the top of that menu. How he'd said he could look at her smile all night.
She also remembers how she couldn't take her eyes off of his throat. The thought of how easy it would be to....
"Jessica..."
His warm hand covers hers as a reassurance, Maybe if she borrowed some of the faith he had in her and used it this would be alright. One more small kiss and then her mouth opens and clamps down. His free hand is twining in her long red hair as the taste fills her senses.
Metallic like iron and strong but somewhere beneath all of that it's just so.... sweet.
Somehow she isn't surprised.
He's doing it again.
His head is tilted to the side. She places a small kiss at the pulse of his throat and he whispers.
"Do it.. you know you want to. I think .. I want you to."
A pause not a movement or a word between them only her breath still brushing exposed skin.
"I trust you..." his eyes fall closed as he waits.
Of course he trusts you... he doesn't remember....
But she does remember. That first night at Merlottes not even knowing what she was there for. The way he smiled at her when she sat down trying to look casual glancing over the top of that menu. How he'd said he could look at her smile all night.
She also remembers how she couldn't take her eyes off of his throat. The thought of how easy it would be to....
"Jessica..."
His warm hand covers hers as a reassurance, Maybe if she borrowed some of the faith he had in her and used it this would be alright. One more small kiss and then her mouth opens and clamps down. His free hand is twining in her long red hair as the taste fills her senses.
Metallic like iron and strong but somewhere beneath all of that it's just so.... sweet.
Somehow she isn't surprised.