ROGUE

43 : A Story Behind The Scars

Your POV
Warning : Mature Content

I drew lazy circles on the fabric of Jason's shirt as I rested my head on his chest.
The evening had quickly turned from emotional, to completely chilled out, and we both laid on the sofa in Jason's new living room, with the muffled background noise of the flickering tv, trying to ignore the fact that I was now carrying our child in my stomach.
"I don't want to go back." I mumbled, pouting.

"Then don't." Jason ran his hand through my hair. "Stay the night." He whispered.

I shook my head. "I wish I could, but I told Bella that I'd be home by ten."

Jason sighed. "You've got a phone, just text her." He said. "Please baby. I really want you to stay."

I groaned. "I can't, Jason. Her mom will be worried about me."

Jason echoed my groan back at me, and the disappointment in the sound he made was unmistakeable.
"Fine, but I'm driving you back."

"That's fine by me." I chuckled, shutting my eyes in satisfaction.
But Jason suddenly shifted from underneath me, and somehow flipped us, so that he was hovering over me.
"What are you doing?" I laughed nervously.

Jason glanced up at the clock that ticked rhythmically on the wall.
"It's nine o clock, we've got one hour left, so I'm making use of our time."
With that, he leaned down and pressed his lips against my neck, sucking gently against my tingling skin.
I had missed this kind of contact too much, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair.
His lips eventually moved to my jaw and then up to my lips. The kiss was slow and passionate, filled with a mix of love and lust.
"I've missed you so much, baby." He mumbled in between kisses.

"I've missed you too." I agreed, my lips curling into a grin.

Jason smiled back at me and ran his fingers lightly down my sides, eventually hooking them under my white t-shirt and pulling it swiftly over my head, tossing it to the other end of the room.
Then his hands moved to the waist band of my jeans and I instantly grabbed his wrists, stopping him.
"Wait." I said, quickly panicking.

Jason looked up at me in concern. "What's wrong?"

I bit my lip, my heart hammering.
"Can... Can you turn the lights off please?"

His face plastered with confusion, eyebrows furrowed and eyes filled with worry.
"Why baby?" He asked suspiciously.

"I just want you to turn the lights off." I stared up at ceiling, biting hard on my lower lip.
I didn't want Jason to see my scars, not after what he said about them in front of Angelo.

"Y/n," Jason mumbled softly. "If there's one thing that we need in order to make this relationship work, it's honesty. We both know that now. We've gotta be honest with each-other from now on, baby. So please tell me what's wrong."

I sucked in a sharp breath and hesitated.
"My scars," my voice sounded far away when I eventually spoke. "I don't want you to see my scars."

Jason let out a slow sigh. "Is that was this is about?" He asked. "You're beautiful no matter what. Do you really think I care about a few marks that only show just how brave you are?"

A few was an understatement. My thighs were absolutely covered with ugly white lines.
"That's what you made it seem like in front of Angelo." I admitted. "It really hurt me when you said that you learned to ignore them. And it especially hurt to hear it from you."

Jason instantly looked guilty, and he hesitated before tugging at the waistband of my jeans and pulling them slowly down my legs.
"These scars tell a story, baby." He whispered gently, tracing the white lines with the pad of his finger. "They show exactly how strong you are, and they show exactly what you've been through, and that you survived it." He reached up and grabbed my wrists, pulling them in front of him and rubbing the blemished skin with the pad of his thumb. "And these ones too, they all make you beautiful." He locked eye contact with me and sent me a gentle smile. "None of these scars can make me love you any less."

My eyes welled at his beautiful words and my heart fluttered. "Thanks Jason." I mumbled, feeling suddenly secure.

He leaned down and pecked my lips.
"It's the truth, baby. You're a fighter." He pressed his lips against mine once more. "You're my fighter." He whispered.
And with that, he moved away and excitement rushed through me at the sound and sight of Jason's belt being unbuckled.
I had secretly been longing for Jason's touch ever since we had separated, and before I knew it, we were both completely naked on Jason's couch.
He leaned down to my stomach and pressed a delicate kiss just below my belly button.
"Watch your head in there, buddy." He chuckled, obviously talking to the baby growing inside me.

I rolled my eyes and gently whacked him around the back of his head.
"Shut up."
Jason continued to chuckle, before he positioned his erected dick at my entrance and slowly pushed inside.
I let out a quiet moan as I instantly felt the pleasurable sensation that I had literally been craving for four weeks.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair as he gave me, long, slow and steady thrusts.
"Jason." I whimpered, moving my hips along with his.

It felt so quick to forgive him, but it felt right.
We felt right.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck, kissing my collar-bone gently as we made slow, passionate love into the night.

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