All Chapters of Vanilla (Completed): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Genevieve truly was only happy when it rained—when it was dark and wet and cold and sopping misery from clouds. Genevieve truly was only happy when it was complicated, where she could find relief in things that were negative or even disgraceful for other people, where she could find comfort in the fact even the sardonic had silly things that depressed them. Mona Smith, of all things, hated rain.

Jasper breathed a heavy sigh, slipping his papers to the side rather hastily as he reached up and massaged his temple, his elbow propped on the mahogany desk as his pricey watch peeked from beneath his sleeve, and suddenly, as thoughts of a certain girl with blonde hair filled his mind- the same that had delayed his thought process and rendered him incapable of completing the work set for him, he felt it was too hot to wear his jacket, and hastily removed it from his wide shoulders before tossing it to the floor.He rubbed his forehead, f

The rain had stopped and the sky had begun to clear, clouds sweeping away the dreary atmosphere and leaving the land coated with thick pools of sunlight and dew. Genevieve kicked a pebble that lay in her path as she continued her trek along the street, clutching her bag against her side and humming and low tune beneath her breath.Though the sky had cleared and the bleeding light brushed along her skin, defrosting the pale snow, a light shiver still glazed her body and she found the need to continue the use of her jacket, shrugging it over her shoulders rather than on her arms as always&m

Jasper's fingers brushed along her upper arm in a long, swift motion as Genevieve had settled into his chest and a blanket had settled over the two, his back against the cushioning of his couch, television buzzing low before the pair.Genevieve only paid little attention to what was going on. Instead, her focus was held onto tightly by his hand that moved along her skin, swift and melodic in a sense that the goosebumps raised by each stroke seemed to follow only a distant beat. Her heart stammered in her chest as she bit down on her lower lip, maintaining her gaze far away from 

The drive back to her house was silent and the gentle purr of his car soothed her throbbing worries—suddenly, she was thankful for the close distance between the two in the car and also, his hand on her thigh.He thoughtfully parked around the corner and turned to her only after a long moment of silence, pulling the car into park and switching off his headlights in the twilight sunset of the evening. Her smaller, more skeletal hands were clasped in her lap and her milky hair had fallen over her face—vibrant melts of colours reflected against her complexion from the scene

She managed to sneak up to her room after the light banter had slipped away into silence, and she knew her mother was about to pounce on her prey at any passing moment. She waited for a moment she knew her disappearance would not be questionable, with a simple, polite action of excusing herself to complete some homework and get an early night. She pressed her hand against the door and slowly let it shut as quietly as she could, due to the fact her nervous jitters would most probably cause her to slam the door shut behind her with unneeded and unintended force.

He smiled at her response, his white teeth shining in the overhead lighting and the diminished pearly sheen the moon flooded through his opened curtains, a glow thrown over her fair skin, her lips that pleaded for his—in which he gave in and returned his lips to hers, his chest tightening at the feeling of her breath tugging along his lips, igniting a row of burning fire - burning desire.He relished the scent of her that engulfed them as their skin met, the sweet aura of dewy roses, or the air after a summer rain, something so tranquil y

The man's world spun with every hint of how responsive the young girl was; when he was admirably rough with his hands or his teeth and, in turn, her knees sought each other. When any inch of her skin brushed his own arousal and, in turn, she withdrew a sharp breath. When her wild eyes found his in the midst of a concupiscent kiss and, in turn, her breathing labored ever so slightly, but enough for the man to notice.Everything seemed to be done in great synchronization, his lips against hers, e

Jasper's eyebrows rose as he groaned, his eyes slowly opening to meet those of Genevieve who looked back up at him with a small smile. "Daddy?" She whispered softly, watching as his hand slipped from its place on top of her head and extended flat against the mattress, as his other hand fell away from her hip before he swiped the back of his hand along his eyes. The stillness of the night still echoed through the crack of his bedroom window, along with moonlight that crept in through the thin glass—it was not hard to note that the township was still asleep, and as should the pair be.

"I want you to dominate me, tell me I'm yours, show me I'm yours," her eyes searched his as she stared up at him, short hair falling over her face and only further contributing to the flustered aspect of her angelic innocence. It was a curious topic, one that seemed to throw an odd yellow haze around the girl when his eyes fell out of focus.He wondered if he'd ever make it to heaven in that moment, an odd though even she felt. There was just that k