Taking what is mine

[Lovely]

October 18, 2008
1am
Veinna Estate - Jaime's Room

The price of admission to let the man up to her room was small in comparison to the alternatives he'd considered. Marcus shuffled the pair to her room without incident, having turned the cameras askew and allowing them entry without much of a comment. He hated the slippy silk shirt the man wore and detested his overall style and sense of humor, though for Jaime and her sister he'd move mountains to see them happy and adored in return. This was the only comment he'd made to Tripp before collecting his pay for the safe journey at her door.

Jaime was pleased as could be that Marc was letting her sneak Tripp up to her room and she didn't mind at all paying his fee as long as it didn't make her man angry. It didn't seem to and she opened the door to her room to let Tripp step inside before she turned to wrap an arm around Marcus and give him a deep kiss, with tongue. He had held up his end of the bargain and she had to uphold hers, besides after all the times he'd had her back.. he deserved a little tongue action.

Lily hadn't known Jaime was already home but was in her room borrowing a skirt for a date she had the next night. She was identical to her sister in appearance, except for the hair which hung all the way to her waist. As the door opened, Lily gasped, jumping a little with the startle and watching as her sister stood in the doorway making out with Marc!

"Careful, pet. He charges admission to watch. Better cover your eyes," Tripp teased Lil as he took a step into the room, holding the door to wait for Jai and let Lily go about her business so he could tend to his own. "Oh do save some for me, Marc. I surely owe you, too, yeah?" His oily sarcasm rolled over the pair as he watched, amused more than jealous.

Marc was reluctant to let go of the kiss, smiling darkly as he peeled away from Jai slowly. "Not my type, beggarman," he said, remarking openly on the man's gypsy-like appearance before casting a glance toward the other blonde in the room. His gaze held on her a long and hungry moment while her shock over the display wore off. He wiped his lip slowly, still savoring the taste her sister had left.

Lily looked at Tripp and gave him a good once over, she liked a little more to her guys but there was something about him, she wasn't sure whether to be scared of him or attracted to him. Interesting. Her gaze went back to Marc and Jaime as they broke apart and she felt the weight of Marc's stare. Her eyebrow arched and she chuckled. "You are in so much trouble.." She laughed and taunted softly, tossing the short skirt she was borrowing at Marc. He was going to owe her big time to keep her mouth shut.. so was Jaime!

Jaime rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Lily, reaching over to wipe Marc's lip with her thumb. "Aw don't pout Lil.. just cause Marc likes me better." She had no interest in the guard dog but couldn't resist teasing him and her sister. She let her hand drop away from Marc and stepped up beside Tripp, running her hand over his chest. "Borrowing my skirt? Did I say you could?"

Marc held up the skirt he'd been tossed, sniffing the seam lightly. "Consider it part of your payment so she doesn't tell your father. I'll put it in her room."

Tripp's expression faltered only a little as Jaime's fingers strolled over his chest. Her mirror image in the room was giving his ideas more ideas as he blotted Marc out beyond the door, closing it quietly. He reached up to cover Jaime's fingers and press her nails down harder. "He's been paid dearly enough, lovely," he said in a dark whisper, wanting his own payment, though he nodded toward Lily. She'd been right about that. "However do you suggest we keep her quiet, hm?"

Lily felt uneasy with the guy looking at her the way he was, something about him made the hair prick up on the back of her neck. Still, she was a Veinna and she wouldn't be intimidated by the beggarman as Marc had called him. "You didn't say I could borrow your boyfriend either, but I had him last night." She said the words in a voice that dripped with fake sweetness and a smile that matched. "Ooo he was fantastic... cant wait till I have him again." Of course she knew it would make Jaime angry and that was the point.. b*tch for b*tch as it usually went between them when they sparred and fought.

Part of Jaime didn't believe it but the fury rose up in her so hard and so fast that she couldn't hold it back and she snarled at her sister. She raked her nails harshly over Tripp's chest as she ripped her hand away and pulled back to slam her fist into the side of Lily's face.

[Lovely]

Jaime even surprised Tripp at that moment. He'd expected retaliation but not at his expense, or delight as her nails scratched across him. "So sorry I'm irresistable," he goaded, blowing them both a kiss.

Lily stumbled back with a look of shock and her hand lifted to her cheek, she had not expected that. "You b*tch!" She was pulling back to hit Jaime when Tripp's words hit her ears and she smiled again. "Yeah he's hott, why would I want to resist? I gave it to him good and I'll do it again."

Tripp earned himself a glare but then Jaime's focus snapped back to her sister. "You little sl*t!" Jaime hissed at Lily, hitting her again and stepping between her and Tripp.

He savored the attention and considered wrapping around them both to savor them more and feel how their thoughts and emotions set them ablaze. For now, he felt simply like a ref at the ring, circling around them to watch but stay out of reach. "Keep talking, yeah?" And keep hitting, he sighed to himself.

Lily was quicker this time and she grabbed her sister by the hair and yanked her forward. "That hurt! Are you crazy?" She brought her knee up toward Jaime's face.

She shoved her sister away, catching the knee in her mouth, which seemed to charge her up more as she grabbed Lily's arm and laughed. She swung and plowed her fist into her sister's face again.

He found himself chuckling and truly enjoying their show, in many ways, and found he needed to sit down. The girls probably wouldn't appreciate his amusement but he couldn't help grinning, wishing he had his chunks of metal with him to enjoy this all the more. The swing from Jaime's next blow came close to him and he dodged a bit, "Temper, darkest," he cooed, noting the blood on her lip.

Enraged already and more so by her cheer leader's comments and suggestions, she grabbed Lily's head and flipped her into the glass coffee table in the front area of her room. She straightened up and gave a shrug saying an innocent little. "Ooops." There was the sound of glass shattering as Lily fell on the floor amid the shards.

Lily glared up at them both, her sister had lost her mind and her boyfriend was egging her on! "Stay out of this!" She hissed at Tripp and aimed a kick at Jaime, feeling an anger well up inside her that felt strange to her.

He stood and moved to the girl, hovering beside her over her sister as she gathered herself. He whispered over Jaime's shoulder, his breath moving her hair on her neck lightly. "Keep it up... "

Her elbow came back, sharply into whatever part of him was in line with it. "I'm pissed at you too." Grabbing into Lily's long blonde locks with both hands, wrapping two fistfuls of hair to drag her sister across the room with. Laughing as Lily cried out, swore and swung at her.

His air was knocked from him as her arm connected to his stomach where he stood. He chuckled as the air replenished, enjoying the show all the more. "At me? Whatever for?"

[Lovely]

"You f*cked my 'little' sister..." She hissed as she dragged Lily into the bathroom. The other girl for her part was putting up a fight, beating against Jaime's arms and legs. Jaime slammed Lily down on the hard tiles and came down on top of her, pinning her to the floor, with knees on her arms and a hand at her throat. Jaime straddled over Lily's chest and reached to the drawer, pulling out a pair of long sharp scissors.

Lily screamed and struggled against Jaime, but she was not nearly as strong as Jaime. Jaime's hand came down over her mouth and Lily bit into it, drawing blood.

Jaime smiled and laughed as she pulled her hand away. Shaking droplets of crimson to the floor, she took the scissors to Lily's head, hacking over a foot off her pretty hair, that previously fell nearly to her waist. The cuts were uneven and Lily's hair was horribly butchered.

She went wild screaming and thrashing, Jaime pressed her knees into Lily's arms, making her cry out in pain and slugged her in the face. Lily's face was swollen, bloodied, and bruised. She called Jaime every nasty name she could think of, and Jaime nodded as if agreeing and kept on cutting off Lily's hair.

He tutted her as he walked up behind. "Now, lovely, is that any way to behave?" He seemed more to scold the nearly helpless girl beneath Jaime's knees. "Tell her you're sorry that you let me have my way... poor dear," he grinned.

"I am sorry!" She exclaimed, her eyes full of tears, from the beating Jaime had been giving her, fear and knowing how angry and hurt her sister was. Lily looked up at Jaime. "I am.. I really am... I'm sorry... I didn't sleep with him.. I never even met him before.. Jaims??"

Jaime's head turned sharply up at Tripp, her eyes narrowed and glaring. She barely heard her sister's pleading apology as her rage focused on him. "Laugh now.. you arrogant shit... you might want to start running and give yourself a head start." The scissors flicked and changed position in her hand, moving to rest against Lily's throat as Jaime eyed Tripp's legs. .. as if deciding where to drive the scissors into his flesh.

"And miss the excitement, darkest? Not likely," he whispered coldly. "I wonder who's more jealous of her just now, you or me? So brutal and daring... I shudder with anticipation that you would do such honors, lovely."

"I'm not jealous... I'm angry.." Jaime nearly growled as her hand shifted again, the scissors cutting lightly at the skin on Lily's throat. Enough to bleed and hurt, but not deadly. Jaime's fist slammed into Lily's face several times as Lily cried and begged her to stop, asking for forgiveness and promising it would never happen again. Jaime's hand gripped Lily's neck tightly, as her other moved swiftly, with the sharp scissors flipped open, in a line towards Tripp's thigh, intending to rend his flesh.

He stood fast, welcoming the blade's cold intrusion. His expression melded with the pain that built on something darker within as the blood seeped to the surface, his head tipping back, enraptured with the frenzy before him. He righted himself, his eyes casting playfully on Jaime and her treacherous hand. He puckered a gentle and teasing kiss at her and grinned. "Thank you."

Lily gasping under Jaime's hand, was left as she became enraged at his response. Jaime turned on him lunging at him, swinging with a closed fist and slashing the the metal in her other.

[Lovely]

He dodged backward, leading her from the bloodied heap of girl on the floor. "There's a girl... show me.. are you truly angry, yeah? C'mon..."

Her eyes shot daggers as she moved away from Lily and towards him. She smoothly came to her feet and advanced like a predator. Her lips curled into a viscious sneer, her fingers tightening on the scissors. Behind her Lily sobbed softly and rolled to her side, slowly crawling to her feet and moving towards the door. Jaime seemed not to care or notice, her focus on Tripp and letting her anger out on him. She'd really liked him, no she loved him, and he... Oh she was going to hurt him... He'd lost the chance she had been willing to give him to be more than a token boy to her. It tore her up, as she'd wanted him to be so much more... Her hand came up, as if to slap him, fingers curled slightly so if she made contact her nails would rake across his face.

His head snapped to the side and came back to center, the ruby slits from her razors glaring back out at her beneath his vibrantly dark eyes. The pucker returned as his hand found her wrist in that second, reaching to hold her a moment a pull her closer.

A look of surprise crossed her face for a moment as he caught her hand. She yanked to pull her wrist from his grasp, but he had her firmly and was pulling her closer to him. "Let go.." She warned in a low voice.

He shook his head, "I don't think I will, lovely." He grinned darkly, fixing his gaze on hers as his grip tightened to draw her own pain to surface and play in her drama. "I rather like this arrangement, don't you?" He yanked roughly to send her teetering into himself.

Her lips twitched in response to the pain from his grip. Her eyes narrowed on him and the she was tumbling against his chest. She just about hissed as the scissors were loosened from her grasp and clattered to the floor. But it was of little consequence, she had other means of rending and shredding. Her razor nails would do nicely and give her greater satisfaction as she tore him apart. "I'd rather like to rearrange your face." She whispered coldly.

He turned his unmarred cheek to her and glanced to the side, watching and offering her a new canvas to paint her anger upon. His free hand reached beneath her lashing arms to hold her firmly, tenderly, his thumb beneath her breast, feeling her labored breath in his palm as she fought him.

"You bastard..You don't even care.." She reached her hand to push his away from her. "Don't touch me... EVER!" Her closed fist came flying at his jaw.

"Yes I am... and I yes... I do care... deeply, darkest, or don't you see that?" His face turned with the onslaught and stayed a moment as he gathered his sight and bearings from beneath the stars that flickered a moment. He turned back with a menacing grin, his hand on her side clenching tighter and moving her to him as he tilted to kiss her abruptly, forceably.

She struggled against him, her hand still trying to get his off her. The force of the kiss, paused her protests for a moment and then she began again. Clawing down on his arms. "You care?.. right must have missed the Hallmark.. when you care enough to f*ck her sister!" Her knee jerked up towards his groin in and angry motion.

The force separated him from her, sparking a backhand of his own to her as he folded momentarily, the flood of agony bringing him to an apex of enticement, a heated moment of passion that moved him to hold her where he could grab and pin her to take what he wanted most.