𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

Jerome pushes Barbra against the wall as he connects his lips to hers hungrily. She fusses under his approach but soon melts and wraps her arms around his neck.

—

    The two lay under red silk sheets completely bare skinned. Barbra cuddles up next to Jerome's warm body, this time him keeping her warm. Barbra smiles softly as she draws little designs on the gingers chest. Jerome's sprawled out with one arm behind his head and the other wrapped around the blonde, his resting eyes closed. The blue eyed female giggles at the thoughts she's having and walks two fingers up to Jerome's face and boops his nose gently.

Jerome opens his eyes and looks down at a smiling Barbra.
    She hides her face with a laugh, but then brings it back out and says: "I love you, Jerome Valeska." Jerome's breath hitches at the back of his throat and sits up. "Did I... I'm sorry." Worry coveres her face as if she has offended him greatly.
    "N-No, it's fine Barbra. It's okay. I-I-I-"
    "It's okay, Jerome, you don't have to say it back if you don't want to." She reassures. She's never seen him stutter so much.

The ginger relaxes and lays back down. Just as he does Barbra begins to get out of bed.
    "I have to go get ready. But if you would like to join me you can," the blonde giggles at the thoughts she was having again.
    "So you're saying round two in the shower?" Jerome asks.
    "Maybe." She bites her lip and holds out her hand.

—

    Barbra's nails are freshly painted a blood red just like her dress. Galavan has called in the best group of makeup artists and hair stylists in all of Gotham to prep and pretty the three women's faces and hair to make them look their best for tonight's charity event. Barbra refuses for them to apply her red lipstick. That was her part. Her favorite part.

Barbra leans over the vanity, one hand holding her up, the other applies the lipstick accordingly. It goes on smooth and thickly that she didn't even need to add a second coat, but she did anyways. The blonde caps the accessory, pops her head up to look around the room, then leaves to search for lover boy Jerome.

Jerome himself is getting ready, too. Barbra melts at the sight of him and quickly runs over to him and gives him a hug from behind. She laughs hysterically as he had been spooked by the sudden and unknown contact.
    "Oh, it's just you," he laughs and fixes his suit. "You you absolutely stunning, Angle Face." He winks. The blonde bites the inside of her lip, grabs Jerome's face, and kisses his cheek. The kiss leaving behind a red layer of lipstick.

    "God you smell fucking amazing! I could eat you up," Jerome shouts, nearing his fingers toward Barbra's ribs like he would tickle them.
    "Thank you," she replies. "Now if you could, will you zip me up?"
    "Of course, darling." He smiles and twirls Barbra around.

The zip gives Barbra a satisfied buzz in her core. She smiles wickedly when she sees Jerome's face again. She looks to his lips and he knows exactly what she wants so he moves in. Soon, his tongue's slipped into her mouth like a snakes.
    "I bet your legs still hurt don't let, Darling? I got you good. Best you've ever had, huh?" he growls into her red tipped ear. "Say it. Say I'm the best you've ever had."

    Barbra's up against the wall again. Her hands running through Jerome's hair, eyes shut tightly. "Y-Y-You're the best I've ever had, Jerome." She breaths heavily trying to keep her words straight.
    "Good girl. Now, let's see- Oop... not wearing any panties are we? Such a naughty girl you are." Jerome says darkly but noticeably turned on. Barbra chuckles and watches Jerome shift both their movements, his head going in between her thighs.