Post by Jet Somers on Dec 4, 2013 3:19:50 GMT -5
You, It's for you
Only you, It's for you
I'll never know, I'll never care
I'll never believe my people
I'll tell you what I say
I'll never lie, I'll never try
I'll never cry for you people
I'll push you, Push you away
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It is a subdued and quiet night in the Morgan residence. Jezebel sits in silence, thumb and forefinger of her right hand twisting the tail of her cozy black sweater. It's neckline plunges around her simply perfectly crafted breasts, and there her left hand grips tightly around a locket.
Miss Saint stares into the middle distance; the hum of the refridgerator, the quiet purr of the dishwasher that she loaded after polishing off the last of the Ben & Jerry's Phish Food, even the comical snoring of the large mastiff, Memphis, none of these sounds register in the void she's allowed herself to slip into.
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Cypress had given up long ago trying to coax her up to bed. He thought she was turning down love-making that he had no intention of pursuing in the current mood she was nursing.
It had been a long night for all of them, but going through yet another betrayal last night had her more keyed up than worn out.
Another in the long line of betrayals that had all started with her brother and sister-in-law.
Without looking down, she flicks open the locket. She wasn't sure why she had slipped it on, but after checking in on Havyn and Dyson, she'd found it on an errant jewelry tree in the master bathroom, and now, here it was in the palm of her hand.
She finally glances down, gazing into the opened heart of the locket she had worn at her high school graduation. It had been a gift from him. On the left, seventeen year old Jezebel, already a vision of the gorgeous woman she'd become. On the right...
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Jez clinches her fist around the tiny framed photographs, and rips the chain forward, snapping it. An angry red weal, dark and punishing instead of bright and fiery like her mane, appears around the nape.
Without a pause in the motion, she flings it away from her. The necklace pings off a copper lamp and ricochets in another direction, burying itself behind the entertainment center.
It could stay there, for all she cared.
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The bed of marriage doesn't have to be a cold, dead sleep tank. For the Morgans, it's a happy playground of experimentation, passion, and rough housing. When it comes as a heartfelt apology for the cold shoulder she gave him last night, Jez knows it's Cypress's favorite.
In the afterglow, the big man sighs with his hands behind his head. Jez lies on his right bicep, playfully tugging gently at his beard.
"Forgive me?" she pouts.
"I don't know," his eyes cut to the right as his eyebrows rise mischievously, "ask me again in ten minutes."
"How about I ask again in the back of the Charger?"
The goofy, childlike grin that spreads across his face indicates all the forgiveness she needs, and she throws one long, tattooed leg across his torso to straddle him. She leans in for a kiss on his prickly lips, then pushes herself out of bed, dragging the sheet to wrap around herself.
"Where are you going?" he begs.
"Shower, then meeting Klaus," she swipes a few pins off the top of the cherry dresser, and begins pinning up her flame-colored locks. As she saunters toward the master bathroom, she drags what remains of the sheet from the bed with her, leaving her husband exposed.
He doesn't even notice as he sits up suddenly.
"Klaus??" he roars "What about the mouth hug you just promised me in my baby?"
"Later," she winks over her shoulder, "promise."
Cypress slumps down against the mountain of pillows, defeated. How had she crawled into bed all submissive, and then left him naked and wanting more as he watched the swell of her perfect hips sway away?
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The water had to be as hot as fucking possible.
The thought of washing away the scent of Cypress hadn't even crossed her mind. The last bit of tawdry romping had seen her husband push her face down into the mattress and take her from behind and, let's be honest, that was something she usually loved. But his hand and slipped around the back of her neck, and reminded her about the welt she'd left there last night.
Now, she was hoping the heat would redden the rest of her skin to match and sooth away the sting there, a sting that wasn't entirely the physical thumbprint of the snapping chain.
Her cocksucking brother managed to get under her skin even when he wasn't there to do a damn thing. Fucking Thanksgiving dinner. What made him think he even remotely had a right to sit down and break bread with the family he'd snubbed so he could elope with his new business partner?
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And locking her in a cage to do it?
Jez puts her palms flat up against the marble tiled wall of the shower, letting the steaming drops rund down the back of her neck in sizzling rivulets as she bowed her head into the stream.
What kind of pussy shit was he playing at? As if she had any reserves about stepping into the cell on Monday to finally put him in his fucking place. It takes a lot, especially where family is concerned, to realize you want to end someone the way she did.
But he wasn't family anymore. He'd made certain of that. What sort of family fucks off from the important life events to set up business franchises around the country? What type of asshole family can't appreciate that you want to get your loved ones out of the crosshairs of a psychopath instead of giving him little pats on the head when he gets a good citizenship award? What kind of brother kidnaps your children and parents?
No family at all.
And that's why she wanted the cell, and Jet dropping that one on her in the early hours of Tuesday morning had done nothing but make her itch for Horizons to be here already. She could hardly stand the week she had to live through before she could make the insufferable prick stop breathing while he was locked in her own version of hell.
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"Jez?" three quick taps from the locked door, "You alright in there?"
She snaps her eyes open, and instantly looks down to see blood dripping into the basin, swirling around and around the drain. Raising her head, she can see the red imprint where she had driven her knuckles hard into the marble.
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And I'll take everything as it comes my way
Pushin' your pain 'round my door
And I cry for you, As I die for you
Is this blood on my hands all for you?
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The wicked snare drums of "Your Betrayal" rock all four walls of Mixxxie's as the leggy blonde marches out onto the stage in a short black cocktail dress. She spends the opening of the song walking around the entire perimeter of the center stage and reaching behind her to unzip. The dress hits the floor and she steps out of it without slowing her walk at all. As her left foot leaves the puddle of cloth, she kicks it away off the stage and into the crowd.
When Matthew Tuck whispers "Am I going insane?" she leaps at the pole like an uncaged beast, and swings around it to go into a full split. From there, she crawls to the edge of the stage, where Prospects and patrons basically empty their wallets onto her.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to your hand?" Xandy walks up to the table where Jez, >\/<, and Jettinia are enjoying their drinks. For his part, >\/< is allowing his to drip condensation all over his napkin as he gapes at the main stage.
"Leave it alone, Bottoms," Jez doesn't even look at her as she lifts up her tumbler of Jack Daniels and sips.
"You're bleeding all over the fucking table, Fantastic," Xandy rolls her eyes at Jezebel's dismissal of her injury.
"She's not really bleeding," Jettinia chimes in, trying to diffuse the spat, "but it does look like it could use some bactine or something--"
Jezebel slams the glass down hard enough for the little stirrer to pop out of the drink and splat across the table. A drop like a dart launches all the way over and pops >\/< in the eye. Caught off guard, he yelps and slaps a palm to his face, loses his balance, and topples over into the floor. Jettinia titters prettily behind a napkin.
"Look bitch, I said leave it alone, and I meant it," Jez pokes a finger into Xandy's ample bosom. Neither notices that the dancer has stopped, and that every eye in the bar is on them.
The music continues to blast as the tension mounts, and >\/< finally rolls out from under the table. He leaps from the floor, to the tabletop, and reaches over his shoulders to unsheathe from--beneath his shirt?--two four foot jelly dongs.
And now the music kindly decides to stop.
"Ladies," >\/<'s face is as serious as it can be, "if it should come to battle, then allow me to provide the weapons of choice!"
"Oh my god!" Jettinia puts her(?) perfectly lacquered nails to her(?) lips and gives an exaggerated gasp, "Why do you have those?"
Xandy and Jez both turn to him, and cross their arms.
"Better question," Xandy smirks, "Did you pay for them?"
"Best question," Jezebel raises an eyebrow, "Who was working when you did? I can't wait to hear that story."
>\/< drops his arms in exasperation, realizing he's not going to get the catfight he came so prepared for.
And just like that, the tension lifts, and the music winds back up again as Jez and Xandy both take their seats.
"I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to see you sitting here so calmly with open wounds all across your hand," Xandy explains.
"Then you probably shouldn't come by anytime next week," Jez warns her, "because if Jet's mentality going into Monday is anything like mine, I'm not going to walk away without some new body art."
"At least you'll be the one walking away," >\/< asserts as he climbs down and resheathes the dongs. He rights his chair and sits back down, but notices Jettinia staring at him in disbelief. He shares the gaze for a long moment before speaking.
"Forget it, Donnie!" he snaps, "I'm not going to ask hi...her if places like this still make hi...her have to adjust the underwear!"
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Leaning against the hood of her '67 GTO, Jezebel unconsciously tucks her right hand up under her armpit, smoking with her left hand. In between puffs, her thumb fiddles with the top of the zipper on the red PVC vest she wears. As she watches horny men file into the club, she shakes her head, but at what, she doesn't know.
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How much blood had been spilled for this war? It wasn't nearly as much as the two of them would spill at Horizons. That little spat with Xandy had ignited so easily. She had never been particularly fond of Chaos' chief tailbiter, but she shouldn't have snapped at Jettinia, who was only trying to help.
How many friends had she lost to this war? Vain, Sherry, even the airheaded, ungrateful sister in law that she'd helped break into the business in the first place. How many of her friends had been hurt just so her brother could make a point?
She was glad it was almost over, because she could hardly stand to lose anyone else. She was alienating friends as fast as she was making them, and Jet's army of cumguzzling worshippers were still clinging to his nuts as tightly as ever. How had she become the bad guy here?
Was it the choice she had made?
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Fuck it. For what he'd done, for what he'd made her feel, she'd sacrificed nearly everything to punish him, and soon she'd erase him for good.
As she absently mindedly grinds the gravel beneath the heel of her red stiletto boots into the cold, hardpacked earth, she can't help but agree, it was time for it to end.
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Oh, I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
And it's mine, On my own
Yes it's mine, All alone
And I'll take everything as it comes my way
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Fuck you, It's for you.
Only you, It's for you
I'll never know, I'll never care
I'll never believe my people
I'll tell you what I say
I'll never lie, I'll never try
I'll never cry for you people
I'll push you, Push you away
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It is a subdued and quiet night in the Morgan residence. Jezebel sits in silence, thumb and forefinger of her right hand twisting the tail of her cozy black sweater. It's neckline plunges around her simply perfectly crafted breasts, and there her left hand grips tightly around a locket.
Miss Saint stares into the middle distance; the hum of the refridgerator, the quiet purr of the dishwasher that she loaded after polishing off the last of the Ben & Jerry's Phish Food, even the comical snoring of the large mastiff, Memphis, none of these sounds register in the void she's allowed herself to slip into.
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Cypress had given up long ago trying to coax her up to bed. He thought she was turning down love-making that he had no intention of pursuing in the current mood she was nursing.
It had been a long night for all of them, but going through yet another betrayal last night had her more keyed up than worn out.
Another in the long line of betrayals that had all started with her brother and sister-in-law.
Without looking down, she flicks open the locket. She wasn't sure why she had slipped it on, but after checking in on Havyn and Dyson, she'd found it on an errant jewelry tree in the master bathroom, and now, here it was in the palm of her hand.
She finally glances down, gazing into the opened heart of the locket she had worn at her high school graduation. It had been a gift from him. On the left, seventeen year old Jezebel, already a vision of the gorgeous woman she'd become. On the right...
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Jez clinches her fist around the tiny framed photographs, and rips the chain forward, snapping it. An angry red weal, dark and punishing instead of bright and fiery like her mane, appears around the nape.
Without a pause in the motion, she flings it away from her. The necklace pings off a copper lamp and ricochets in another direction, burying itself behind the entertainment center.
It could stay there, for all she cared.
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The bed of marriage doesn't have to be a cold, dead sleep tank. For the Morgans, it's a happy playground of experimentation, passion, and rough housing. When it comes as a heartfelt apology for the cold shoulder she gave him last night, Jez knows it's Cypress's favorite.
In the afterglow, the big man sighs with his hands behind his head. Jez lies on his right bicep, playfully tugging gently at his beard.
"Forgive me?" she pouts.
"I don't know," his eyes cut to the right as his eyebrows rise mischievously, "ask me again in ten minutes."
"How about I ask again in the back of the Charger?"
The goofy, childlike grin that spreads across his face indicates all the forgiveness she needs, and she throws one long, tattooed leg across his torso to straddle him. She leans in for a kiss on his prickly lips, then pushes herself out of bed, dragging the sheet to wrap around herself.
"Where are you going?" he begs.
"Shower, then meeting Klaus," she swipes a few pins off the top of the cherry dresser, and begins pinning up her flame-colored locks. As she saunters toward the master bathroom, she drags what remains of the sheet from the bed with her, leaving her husband exposed.
He doesn't even notice as he sits up suddenly.
"Klaus??" he roars "What about the mouth hug you just promised me in my baby?"
"Later," she winks over her shoulder, "promise."
Cypress slumps down against the mountain of pillows, defeated. How had she crawled into bed all submissive, and then left him naked and wanting more as he watched the swell of her perfect hips sway away?
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The water had to be as hot as fucking possible.
The thought of washing away the scent of Cypress hadn't even crossed her mind. The last bit of tawdry romping had seen her husband push her face down into the mattress and take her from behind and, let's be honest, that was something she usually loved. But his hand and slipped around the back of her neck, and reminded her about the welt she'd left there last night.
Now, she was hoping the heat would redden the rest of her skin to match and sooth away the sting there, a sting that wasn't entirely the physical thumbprint of the snapping chain.
Her cocksucking brother managed to get under her skin even when he wasn't there to do a damn thing. Fucking Thanksgiving dinner. What made him think he even remotely had a right to sit down and break bread with the family he'd snubbed so he could elope with his new business partner?
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And locking her in a cage to do it?
Jez puts her palms flat up against the marble tiled wall of the shower, letting the steaming drops rund down the back of her neck in sizzling rivulets as she bowed her head into the stream.
What kind of pussy shit was he playing at? As if she had any reserves about stepping into the cell on Monday to finally put him in his fucking place. It takes a lot, especially where family is concerned, to realize you want to end someone the way she did.
But he wasn't family anymore. He'd made certain of that. What sort of family fucks off from the important life events to set up business franchises around the country? What type of asshole family can't appreciate that you want to get your loved ones out of the crosshairs of a psychopath instead of giving him little pats on the head when he gets a good citizenship award? What kind of brother kidnaps your children and parents?
No family at all.
And that's why she wanted the cell, and Jet dropping that one on her in the early hours of Tuesday morning had done nothing but make her itch for Horizons to be here already. She could hardly stand the week she had to live through before she could make the insufferable prick stop breathing while he was locked in her own version of hell.
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"Jez?" three quick taps from the locked door, "You alright in there?"
She snaps her eyes open, and instantly looks down to see blood dripping into the basin, swirling around and around the drain. Raising her head, she can see the red imprint where she had driven her knuckles hard into the marble.
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And I'll take everything as it comes my way
Pushin' your pain 'round my door
And I cry for you, As I die for you
Is this blood on my hands all for you?
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The wicked snare drums of "Your Betrayal" rock all four walls of Mixxxie's as the leggy blonde marches out onto the stage in a short black cocktail dress. She spends the opening of the song walking around the entire perimeter of the center stage and reaching behind her to unzip. The dress hits the floor and she steps out of it without slowing her walk at all. As her left foot leaves the puddle of cloth, she kicks it away off the stage and into the crowd.
When Matthew Tuck whispers "Am I going insane?" she leaps at the pole like an uncaged beast, and swings around it to go into a full split. From there, she crawls to the edge of the stage, where Prospects and patrons basically empty their wallets onto her.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to your hand?" Xandy walks up to the table where Jez, >\/<, and Jettinia are enjoying their drinks. For his part, >\/< is allowing his to drip condensation all over his napkin as he gapes at the main stage.
"Leave it alone, Bottoms," Jez doesn't even look at her as she lifts up her tumbler of Jack Daniels and sips.
"You're bleeding all over the fucking table, Fantastic," Xandy rolls her eyes at Jezebel's dismissal of her injury.
"She's not really bleeding," Jettinia chimes in, trying to diffuse the spat, "but it does look like it could use some bactine or something--"
Jezebel slams the glass down hard enough for the little stirrer to pop out of the drink and splat across the table. A drop like a dart launches all the way over and pops >\/< in the eye. Caught off guard, he yelps and slaps a palm to his face, loses his balance, and topples over into the floor. Jettinia titters prettily behind a napkin.
"Look bitch, I said leave it alone, and I meant it," Jez pokes a finger into Xandy's ample bosom. Neither notices that the dancer has stopped, and that every eye in the bar is on them.
The music continues to blast as the tension mounts, and >\/< finally rolls out from under the table. He leaps from the floor, to the tabletop, and reaches over his shoulders to unsheathe from--beneath his shirt?--two four foot jelly dongs.
And now the music kindly decides to stop.
"Ladies," >\/<'s face is as serious as it can be, "if it should come to battle, then allow me to provide the weapons of choice!"
"Oh my god!" Jettinia puts her(?) perfectly lacquered nails to her(?) lips and gives an exaggerated gasp, "Why do you have those?"
Xandy and Jez both turn to him, and cross their arms.
"Better question," Xandy smirks, "Did you pay for them?"
"Best question," Jezebel raises an eyebrow, "Who was working when you did? I can't wait to hear that story."
>\/< drops his arms in exasperation, realizing he's not going to get the catfight he came so prepared for.
And just like that, the tension lifts, and the music winds back up again as Jez and Xandy both take their seats.
"I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting to see you sitting here so calmly with open wounds all across your hand," Xandy explains.
"Then you probably shouldn't come by anytime next week," Jez warns her, "because if Jet's mentality going into Monday is anything like mine, I'm not going to walk away without some new body art."
"At least you'll be the one walking away," >\/< asserts as he climbs down and resheathes the dongs. He rights his chair and sits back down, but notices Jettinia staring at him in disbelief. He shares the gaze for a long moment before speaking.
"Forget it, Donnie!" he snaps, "I'm not going to ask hi...her if places like this still make hi...her have to adjust the underwear!"
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Leaning against the hood of her '67 GTO, Jezebel unconsciously tucks her right hand up under her armpit, smoking with her left hand. In between puffs, her thumb fiddles with the top of the zipper on the red PVC vest she wears. As she watches horny men file into the club, she shakes her head, but at what, she doesn't know.
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How much blood had been spilled for this war? It wasn't nearly as much as the two of them would spill at Horizons. That little spat with Xandy had ignited so easily. She had never been particularly fond of Chaos' chief tailbiter, but she shouldn't have snapped at Jettinia, who was only trying to help.
How many friends had she lost to this war? Vain, Sherry, even the airheaded, ungrateful sister in law that she'd helped break into the business in the first place. How many of her friends had been hurt just so her brother could make a point?
She was glad it was almost over, because she could hardly stand to lose anyone else. She was alienating friends as fast as she was making them, and Jet's army of cumguzzling worshippers were still clinging to his nuts as tightly as ever. How had she become the bad guy here?
Was it the choice she had made?
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Fuck it. For what he'd done, for what he'd made her feel, she'd sacrificed nearly everything to punish him, and soon she'd erase him for good.
As she absently mindedly grinds the gravel beneath the heel of her red stiletto boots into the cold, hardpacked earth, she can't help but agree, it was time for it to end.
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Oh, I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
And it's mine, On my own
Yes it's mine, All alone
And I'll take everything as it comes my way
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Fuck you, It's for you.