oO0 Jewellery 0Oo

“…Jessie?” James twirled in front of the cracked, dirty mirror, eyes remaining on his dancing reflection. He looked so out of place in the dingy hotel room, all shiny silk and blue-tinged purls. It was a disguise, to fool the little urchins their team always fallowed like a shadow.

‘It has to ...work this time… there’s no way they could tell it’s me!’ James thought, catching sight of his own giddy grin in the mirror. His ...hair was drawn back, and woven with black extensions, while his eyes were lined thick with silver mascara. A dress hung off his lithe form, all silver lace and silk the color of moonlight tinged waters at midnight. He looked like a dancer, like the little plastic-perfect figurines prancing inside a music box world.

Jessie’s eyes strayed from her partner in crime, momentarily pulling against the magnetic force that drew them, to look around.

The room was so dark, all painted in shadow and faint decay. Mould lined the corners, and the bare space were the wall paper fell away to old wood.

“We need some more money! I’m sick of having to stay in places like these!” Jessie had forgotten her name was mentioned, as her foot, clad in a ...leather (or was it pleather?) boot slammed down over the carpet. They both looked misplaced, as if in the incorrect world. They looked like fantasy creatures, not simple thieves ...in debt, trouble, and at times consuming misery.

“Jessie…” There was a change in his tone, a carefulness, as he spun around again, eyes looking like ...gems against the dark of the room. “…Calm down. We’re bound to get a lucky break, and this time could be it!” It was as if the words were never spoken as her angry eyes remained on the ground, and a growl rumbled from her throat.

“I’m worth so much more then all this!” she stood suddenly, eyes smouldering with hot anger. James near flinched, never a professional at dealing with dangerous emotions. “I deserve money and gold and nice clothes and servants! Not this! I am worth more! And so are you!” She had grabbed him by the shoulders, her black glover hands wrinkling the lace around her companion’s shoulders.

“…I-I… I know Jess, I know…” Shyly he touched her shoulder, eyes seeking to hold hers. “Soon,” it was such a horribly familiar promise, “Soon.”

“I know…” her gaze fell to the floor then, as if heavy. It was such a dingy floor… there had to be a nicer vision for her eyes. With something resembling shyness she peered, still holding him tight, at her companion. “I just… hate looking forward all the time, I want something now…”

“I understand Jess…”

“… I know, you would know… I just get so sick of always loosing!” Frustration, and despair that held tight and rarely faded made her voice sound raw, strained.

“Jessie…” Oh no, his voice sounded soft, and hurt. It was a horrible omen when James’ undefeatale spirit was tinged cold and dark with sadness. Jessie forced a smile, letting her hands drop and he sat back on the creaking bed. Dust was cast up all around her, shrouding her in grey.

“Hey, it’ll be ok, like you said. What did you want to ask me?” he leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows, still forcing herself to smile. She was mad at the world in general, and had no intention of letting her little fit dampen her companion’s mood.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, painted in sky-blue.

“Do you think I should wear the blue ear rings, or the white?” a pair sat in each open palm as he showed his little treasure’s to Jessie, who felt a little laugh bubble up inside her. It showed on her face as a warm smile.

“Blue.”

“Alright.” He spun back in front of the mirror, and clipped on the little blue treasures.

“You look nice.” Jessie said, with slight absence of attention, as James sat down next to her.

“Thank you… oh, and Jess? You…” the strangest pink blush washed over his porcelain-pale face as he spoke, “You said you wanted something… now?”

Her eyes trailed back to him, plush pink-painted lips parting with a question never spoken.

A kiss, light and shy was over her lips, as bangs of black and violet-blue brushed her face. James kissed her with sweet and gentle affection, and a subtle sense of clumsy shyness. Just as quick as it started, it was over.

“… How’s that?” He asked shyly, daring to catch her eyes in his. A genuine smile curled her lips and lit her eyes; sapphire resplendence.

“Good, very good.”

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Alright, thats all! Hope it was enjoyed!!! It's my first het. piece ever! usually I write yaoi or yuri (is a heterophobic) LOL

Anyway, I would love some feedback please!