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boliv-jenta · 7 months

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A little Halloween visit to my Pedro Boy motel.

Agent Ortega x f!reader, The Thief x f!reader

(My Ortega and Reader from Trust and my Thief from New Year's Eve.)

WC:3.9k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Cum eating. Blow job. Literal magical sex. Blood and gore.

Summary: The motel usually makes dreams come true. On Halloween, things get even more magical.

Part of And It Just Keeps Getting Better

Halloween Weekend

Mrs Lord pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Her eyes were beginning to ache from going over paperwork. It just so happened that Halloween fell on one of their Fantasy Weekends and she was determined to make it memorable. Everything had to be perfect from the themed mocktails to the costumes, oh boy, would there be costumes. The thought of the guys all dressed up was almost too much. The clients would go nuts. Almost entirely lost in her vision she didn't realise that she was being watched. Something was stalked through the house towards her. It took its time, keeping its footsteps slow and gentle so as to not make a sound. It was only when it was right by her paperwork covered bed that she saw it

"I vant to suck your blood. Blah!" The creature announced as it pounced on her.

"Maxwell!" She playfully admonished. "You'll crumple my paperwork!"

"Sorry, Mi Vida. I just can't help it. You look good enough to eat." He managed to get out around his fake fangs.

"To eat, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

That's how Max in his leather posing pouch and little black cape came to be face down between her legs for the next half an hour, thankfully minus the plastic glow in the dark fangs, while she deliberated over the food menu. Once she was satisfied in more ways than one, it was her turn to suck.

"Pathetic fallacy." Ezra mumbled as he looked out of his window.

Gregor lifted his head from the book he was reading. "Huh?"

"Oh nothing. It just seems like the weather has decided to join us in the festive mood. There's a storm coming in."

"I'm going to check the storm shutters just in case those clouds don't blow over. We've got enough food and water if we get cut off. Can you check the radios are all charged and handed out?" Joel asked Dave as he checked his tool box.

"Were you a survivalist in a past life?" Dave ribbed his friend.

"Something like that." Joel muttered heading out.

"Mrs Lord, I took down some of your decorations outside. If the wind picks up it'll rip through them like a tornado in a trailer park." Jack deposited the gathered decorations on the desk.

"Thank you, Jack." Mrs Lord gave him a half smile. It was all she could give him with the stress this weekend on her head.

Everything had been fine, all but one guest had checked in. All the preparations were complete. Then the sky started to darken. The weatherman had called for clear skies, it was unnerving to see anything but. With their location they had prepared for situations like this. They had a backup generator, emergency supplies, they were in a good position should the worst happen.

Mrs Lord let out a steadying breath. "It'll be fine."

Lightning flashed across the sky, it was almost lost against the lights of the reception room. The accompanying thunder was definitely lost against the sounds of the party in full swing. Almost all of the guests were happily paired with a partner for the night. Din, in his Knight costume, had a woman on each arm. Ezra in his best Pirate Captain threads had accepted a client. Oberyn was dressed as a god in golden robes, much to Dieter's delight, who was dressed, fittingly, as a housecat. His 'costume' consisted of a black jumper, black sweats and cat ears. It was almost as half hearted as Jack's Cowboy costume, which consisted of his normal clothing. Even Joel had put in a bit more effort with his pale face paint and neck bolts. He figured Frankenstein's Monster was fitting for him.

As the pairings filed out, ducking under the awning to hide from the driving rain, Maxwell noticed a guest, dressed in old wild west clothing, standing with both the Marcuses.

"Gentlemen." Maxwell greeted them. "What seems to be the problem?"

Pike spoke up "It seems that Mr Ortega here was booked in with Max Phillips but he's nowhere to be found. My client is missing and Moreno's was a no show."

Max thought for a moment. "I know we have one no show. So where is your client? And Phillips?" Max Phillips may be a brash jerk but clients liked him well enough. He always left them in a euphoric daze as they checked out. He didn't mix much with the other employees but he was a busy man. He worked in the city by day and spent his evenings working at the motel. Beyond that no one really knew much about him.

Maxwell did know that Max was very professional and had never missed an appointment. "Let's go look for him."

The short leather skirt creeping up her thighs was definitely out of her comfort zone.

"Come as you aren't night." She reminds herself as she hurries along to the party that she is late for.

Stopping once again to pull down her skirt, a voice from behind you makes her jump. "I think it looks great."

Spinning around, she found the voice's owner leaning in a doorway. His long legs crossed at the ankle as he leans against the frame. Taking in how strikingly handsome he is, she hopes that he's that man she's here to meet.

"Marcus?" She tries.

"And you would be…?" He holds out his hand.

For a second she wondered why he wouldn't already have her name, since the host assured her that he had discussed her desires with Marcus and set everything up for her. Maybe he didn't give him her name to protect her in case she backed out, she reasons. Giving him her name she shakes his hand.

"Come on in." Giving her an easy smile he leads her into his room.

Once inside, Marcus is a little more forward than she expected. His thick fingers dig into her thigh and scalp as he pins her to the wall. His lips don't leave hers until she's breathless. All her insistence on taking things slow was rapidly flying out of the window and into the storm beyond. There was no hesitation left in her when his fingers hooked under her panties to move them to the side. With the first swipe of his fingers across her now throbbing clit, she decides that she wants him now.

Taking a breath to gather her courage she manages to say the word that's been hidden in her fantasies. "Daddy, please make me come."

Marcus lets out a deep chuckle as his fingers breach her, stretching her in the most delicious way. "Don't worry, Sweetness. Daddy will make you come hard."

Marcus made good on his promise, his fingers pumped in and out of her relentlessly until that spot inside her couldn't take anymore. Her walls clenched around him, pulling his fingers in as he pulled her in to kiss her neck. He kisses and suckes on her pulse point so hard that she knows she's going to have marks later. He only stops to lick his fingers clean of her cum before returning to her neck and sucking harder than before. No, not just sucking, biting.

A scream cut through the air. It wasn't unusual to hear screams echoing around the courtyard. It was unusual to hear one so clearly blood curling.

"That came from upstairs!" Pike called before taking the stairs two at a time with Ortega hot on his heels.

The two men had been in the courtyard trying to sort out alternative arrangements if Max Phillips wasn't found. Pike was sure Oberyn wouldn't mind some more company for the evening. Ortega politely entertained the idea but Pike could see he seemed pretty set on Phillips. He thought this odd for a first timer but maybe Mr Ortega was just a man who knew what he wanted.

Pike ran down the narrow balcony zeroing in on the sounds of a struggle.

"You bastard!" A woman screamed before the door to the next room flew open. Out sprinted Max Phillips, the lower half of his face covered with blood. Pike was about to chase him when he saw the woman holding her neck, the red of her tank top darkened.

Ortega ran past "I've got him."

Pike had no other choice than to let the other man handle it as he administered first aid while waiting for Kyle. Joel had given the paramedic a call after hearing the commotion.

Once the woman was safely taken down to the small medical room, Pike tried to make sense of what he'd seen.

"He bit her?!" Moreno was stunned even with the evidence in front of him.

"It looks like." Pike sighed, still in disbelief.

"Was that some sort of kink he had? Did he take it too far?" Moreno mused out loud.

Pero had joined them when he heard the fuss. He muttered something under his breath in Spanish that only Moreno caught.

"You can't be serious." Moreno huffed a laugh. "A vampire?"

"We never saw him in the daytime. Or saw him eat or drink. His clients always checked out acting rather peculiarly. I have travelled to many places with such myths and seen things that I cannot explain."

Before either Marcus could react to Pero, a man approached them from the shadows. "Your well travelled friend is right. You have a vampire in your midst."

The man was very well dressed. He had on a white dress shirt, fastened with an expensive looking pair of cufflinks complimenting the even finer watch on his wrist. He wore a black bow tie that matched his vest in colour. Black dress pants and designer shoes adorned his lower half and the outfit was completed by a leaf pattern embroidered overcoat.

"Forgive me. I am Señor Ladrón. I have been searching for your vampire for a while. He had left quite the trail of victims." The man informed them as casually as if he had just told them to expect rain.

"Well, you found him. What do we do now?" Joel stepped out of the first aid room, closing the door behind him to give the recovering victim some privacy.

"We kill him." Señor Ladrón stated simply.

This seemed to be a good enough answer for Joel who simply nodded. Pero seemed satisfied too. Both Marcus's had seen some weird things during their time in law enforcement but a vampire would be pushing it. Nevertheless there was a bad guy on the loose and it was their job to stop him. The men paired off. Joel with Pero, Pike with Moreno. Señor Ladrón excused himself to gather some equipment from his car.

"Do you think we should be letting him walk around here by himself? The guy thinks vampires are real." Moreno asks Pike as they make their way through the motel.

"Max is my biggest concern. I'll have Din go check on our visitor." Pike edged his way around to the part of the motel that was under development.

The only light was the glow from the well lit side of the motel, the full moon and the occasional flash of lightning. Even Pike had to admit with all the vampire talk and it being Halloween night, the whole setup had him a little rattled. A little. That must be why he could have sworn for a second that he saw a light on in the last room on the block, even when they found it completely empty.

The cloaking spell worked perfectly as you watched the Chef and Superhero take a look around the room before walking off the way they came.

It didn't take much to lure the vampire into a trap. It was thirsty in more ways than one, so with your blood pumping and all that flesh on display, how could he refuse to follow you into one of the rooms that were closed for refurbishment. The spell you had cast on the room took effect almost immediately. The well-dressed vampire swayed on his feet. With a little support from you, he made it to the bed.

"What the fuc…?" Was all he managed before he was out like a light.

Studying his profile in the light of the full moon you thought it was a shame to kill someone so handsome. "Sorry, Gorgeous. I promise it's for a good cause."

Straddling him, you pressed the tip of the cedar stake to his chest lining up it before preparing to raise it. A flash of lightning was followed by the boom of the door being kicked open.

Ortega ran into the room, grabbing the stake in your hand. "Carrying out the ritual without me?"

"Just like you tried the last one without me." You snatch the stake back.

"I was going to include you but you seemed a little preoccupied."

"For the last time. That was a business dinner!"

"He didn't seem to think that. Even when I made it clear to him."

"What? That's why he reneged on the deal!"

"If he couldn't handle a six shooter aimed at his balls, he had no place in business."

A scream of frustration left you. "Aren't you bored of this?! A hundred and fifty years we've been at this. You betray me. I betray you. One hundred and fifty years and we're still both so stubborn that we can't trust each other. We can't love each other." You feel the weight of your words slip from your shoulders.

Ignacio Oretga usually presented an intimidating front unless he needed to turn on the charm. There was exactly one person and one person only who could bring out the soft demeanour he took on now. "Darlin', there hasn't been one second of the last a hundred and fifty years that I haven't loved you. Now trust is another thing entirely…" he grinned.

"Don't laugh at me." You pout.

Ignacio leans in to kiss your bottom lip poking out. "I'm not laughing at you. I would never!"

"Yes, you would!" You grin back at him, your fingers fiddling with his lapels. "I love you, too."

The first kiss between you in a decade sparks the old fire between you. The reason for you being in this motel is nearly forgotten as Ignacio lifts you as close to his body as he can. He's eager to refresh his memory of your body against his.

"Wait, My Love. We need to finish the ritual or our hundred and fifty years end here."

Ignacio's fingers lace between yours around the stake. "Allow me." He slips the wood from your hand.

Ignacio lines the stake up just as you did and prepares to raise to deliver the killing blow. Just as it had with you, the door bursts open. A familiar figure is back lit by the lighting outside from the worsening storm.

"Thief." You spit in its direction.

"Oh, I'm so much more than that." He laughs. "For example, tonight I'm a trader."

"What is it you want to trade?" Ignacio's eyes narrow on him.

"The vampire and the secret to securing a few more years of life for you both, in exchange for allowing me to feast on the energy from the ritual."

"But we have the…" You trail off as you see that the vampire is gone and all that remains on the bed is a faint mist. The potent tang of magic settles on your tongue.

"When you say 'feast on the energy'...?"

Ignacio presses, keen to get rid of your uninvited guest.

"It's simple. To increase the longevity of the ritual you must make love in the blood of the creature rather than just bathe in it. I simply wish to watch and feed off your passion." The Thief sat himself in a chair at the end of the bed as if the whole thing was a done deal.

"You're an Incubus?" You wonder aloud.

"Among other things." His brown eyes glint red with amusement.

Turning to Ignacio, you could see him weighing up the deal.

"We've done more exotic things in bed." Your lips quirk up at the memory. "Prague."

"Hmm. California in the 70's." Ignacio smiled, stepping closer his hands finding your hips as if he was engaging you in a dance.

"Amsterdam." You swayed to the old melody supplied by your memories.

"So we are in agreement?" The Thief snapped his fingers and the vampire reappeared.

"Yes." You say in unison with Ignacio.

Neither of you so much as glance at The Thief as you let muscle memory take over until the two of you are naked. A wispy tendril of red mist winds its way to you from the hand of The Thief. It licks up your bare skin increasing the sensitivity of every nerve it touches. When it pushes between your legs it almost brings you to orgasm in an instant. Ignacio seems similarly affected as his cock flushes red and weeps.

"Just a little gift from me. For being so gracious in accepting my offer." The Thief undoes his belt as he speaks before cupping the large bulge below it.

Ignacio presses a single kiss to your bare shoulder, it's enough to make your knees weak. With shaking hands the two of you manage to wield the stake. The weight of the two of you tumbling into bed pushes the stake into the vampire's heart. An explosion of thick, crimson blood covers you as you sink down into the bed. Ignacio is inside you before you know it, filling you with his cum as your convulsing body milks it from him.

The Thief moans in contentment as he strokes himself through his clothing. "Again."

The tang of copper rolls over your tongue as Ignacio kisses you. It takes only a fraction longer for the two of you to come this time. Your heels dig into the meat of his pert ass as you draw him deeper. His warm release drips out on the bloodied sheets below. He seems to have even more for you than usual.

"Again." The Thief groans as he starts to stroke his now bare length.

Ignacio fights through the fog of his mystical arousal to position you where he wants you. He now has you on all fours. After all these years there is still something primal about spearing you on his cock from this angle. He manages to last a little longer this time. Enough that he gets to enjoy the arch of your back as he pulls on your hair and the jiggle of your ass as he smacks into it. His cum gushes into you as he stutters out a groan. Each climax feels electric. He wants to fuck you over and over. Not just because of the spell but to make up for lost time. How had he been so stubborn as to miss so much as a day with you?

Gripping the bed frame you try to compose yourself as the last orgasm fades. Each one hits like plunging into the ocean. It hits hard before consuming you in its depths. Making the mistake of looking up you see The Thief with his head thrown back in pleasure. His hips chase his hand as his fucks into his fist. The sight of him so freely chasing his pleasure has you coming again.

Ignacio's hand lands firmly on your ass cheek. "I forgot my naughty girl likes to watch. Thief!"

The Thief still carries on jerking his cock as he acknowledges Ignacio.

"Why don't you join us? My wife has a very talented mouth." Turned on by his own words, Ignacio Jackrabbits into you hard until he comes again.

The Thief moves with inhuman speed pressing the tip of his cock to your lips before you realise he even left his chair. "Would you like a taste?" He strokes your cheek gently until you open up for him.

The precum gathered on his slit is like nothing you've ever tasted before. You find yourself sucking and bobbing your head in earnest just to get more. When Ignacio starts snapping his hips into you from behind, the force causes you to gag on The Thief's swollen head. The sound makes Ignacio throb inside of you. His wife choking on a cock while he fucks her from behind prompts another load of his seed to fill up your warm cunt. The warmth of him triggers another orgasm from you. Whatever this magic is, you want more of it. Not just for the sex but for how your husband feels inside and against you. Ever touch is heightened. You couldn't get any closer to him than you are right now. It soothes the ache in your heart from spending years without him.

The Thief utters something in an unrecognisable language as you swallow around him. He then pulls out with a slick pop. "I will still let you have a taste but I'm afraid I might be too rough while I chase my end."

The Thief proceeds to wrap his hand around his thick girth.The noise of his balls slapping against his fist while he groans deeply is enough to even affect Ignacio. Flipping you over, he mouths at your blood soaked tits. Sucking on each nipple until it aches. Each suck and bit builds another climax it only takes his fingers pressing to your clit for you to achieve it. You watch in fascination as Ignacio's cock spurts another load across your thigh without even being touched. Running your fingers through it, you greedily stuff them in your mouth.

"I've missed you so much." You pull your husband in for a kiss that evolves into a slower pace of love making. Slower, but no less satisfying as you both come twice in each other's arms.

The laguid, comfortable satisfaction that The Thief drinks down reminds him of his own love at home waiting for him. He's almost full and his cock aches for release. He starts to withdraw his magic from them. It's harder than he anticipated as they were already so much in love and lust. He finally does so as Ignacio has his wife's legs spread wide in the air to thrust impossibly deep inside her. Reaching out, he grips her ankle to steady himself as he prepares to finish himself off. He's so close, he can feel the heat in his spine. Looking down, he watches Ignacio's thick cock splitting his wife's tight pussy open. Her folds glisten with both their releases. Her puffy, pink cunt looks throughly fucked still it pulls her husband's cock deeper. He can feel their love and passion fueling the spell. The magic in the air ripples over his skin, his nipples tighten just before his balls do. His fist works incredibly fast to pump his overdue spend over the face of the beautiful woman underneath him. As he covers his face, her husband paints her insides. The scream that rips from her leaves her mouth open to catch The Thief's seed. She rides out her climax on his husband's cock while licking The Thief's cum from around her mouth. The Thief thinks that he got the better end of the deal. As the heavy energy in the room lifts, The Thief prepares to leave.

All the years you'd seen the man as nothing more than an annoyance. Someone who turns up now and again when your agenda's crossed. Now you were seeing just how powerful he was.

"Wait. That was…" All coherent thought leaves your brain as you look up at your husband practically glowing. Your eyes trace a bead of sweat from his forehead down the curve of his beautiful nose before dripping onto your bare chest.

The Thief chuckles. "If you think I know how to celebrate Halloween, wait until you see how I celebrate New Years."

Author's Note: I had a completely different vibe planned for this one but I'm just so happy to have finished something after going through a dry spell.

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—ROTA; Jenna Ortega

Jenna ortega x reader

Mención de beso entre chicas, engaño, Hermione granger es la mala de el cuento

Las lágrimas se deslizaban por mis mejillas, la respiración era irregular y el pecho dolía. Caminaba sin rumbo por los pasillos de Hogwarts, la vista estaba nublada por las lágrimas y los sollozos resonantes salían de mis labios. Sólo quería salir de ese maldito lugar.

Todavía... todavía puedo ver la imagen de sus ojos abrirse por la sorpresa.

Y eso duele mucho.

Flashback

Con una sonrisa en los labios entré a través de el cuadro de la señora gorda, llegando a la sala de Gryffindor. acabo de terminar el entrenamiento de quiddich y había logrado excelentes resultados. Lo único que quería hacer ahora era dormirme en los brazos de mi novia, Hermione.

Solo sonrío para decir su nombre.

Subí rápidamente las escaleras y caminé hacia mi objetivo, cuando veo nuestra habitación compartida ralenticé y miré confundida la puerta semi-abierta.

"Qué extraño... Hermione nunca deja la puerta abierta"

Instintivamente tomé la varita y con precaución entré, lista para enfrentar al que entró sin permiso. Lentamente cerré la puerta detrás de mí espaldas y caminé hacia nuestra habitación, ruidos extraños que vienen dentro de ella.

Los sonidos se hicieron cada vez más nítidos y fuertes

"¿Qué demonios es esto?"

Abrí la puerta y el mundo se vino abajo. La temperatura de mi cuerpo bajó vertiginosamente y pude oír claramente el sonido de mi corazón rompiéndose en mil pedazos. Todavía no podía creer lo que estoy viendo.

Hermione stava baciando Ron. la mora aveva le mani dietro la schiena ed emetteva forti gemiti. Weasley ringhiò.

El agarre de mis dedos se desvanece y la varita cae al suelo, atrayendo la atención de los dos amantes. Hermione abre los ojos como platos cuando vio mis ojos y aleja a Ron, cubriéndose rápidamente.

-amor no es lo que parece-

Flashback terminado

Me detuve y me di cuenta de que estaba frente a la sala de Ravenclaw. Inconscientemente llegué a la casa de Jenna Ortega, mi mejor amiga.

Con la manga de la túnica me limpié los ojos y me mordí los labios tratando de contener el hipo, di un paso adelante y me deslicé por la puerta que fue abierta por un estudiante que estaba saliendo en ese momento. Se podía escuchar las risas en la distancia cerca de los sofás.

Caminé hacia el sonido de la risa y vi en la distancia la cabellera morena de Jenna, la chica estaba riendo. Tan pronto como sus ojos se movieron hacia mi dirección no pude contenerme y estallé a llorar y su sonrisa fue reemplazada por una mirada de preocupación.

Jenna se levanta rápidamente del sofá y camina en mi dirección, dejando a sus amigos incrédulos. Mis manos temblaban y los sollozos salían de mi boca.

Dos brazos se aferran a mi cintura e inmediatamente le devuelvo el abrazo, llorando contra el cuello de Jenna. Después de segundos que parecieron interminables... Jenna rompe el abrazo y coloca suavemente las manos alrededor de mis mejillas, limpiando con los pulgares el resto de mis lágrimas. Ojos color chocolate miraban a los míos con preocupación.

—¿Qué ha pasado? - pregunta tímidamente, tomando mis manos y acariciándolas, intentando tranquilizarme. —her... her... her...- tartamudeo y ella me sonrió, tratando de calmarme. – hermione...-dije y nuevas lágrimas salieron de mis ojos. Jenna trenza nuestros dedos y camina rápido hacia su habitación, buscando privacidad.

Ella era una prefecta por lo que tenía una habitación para ella.

Entramos en su habitación y caminamos hacia su cama, nos sentamos en ella. —¿Qué pasó? ¿Se pelearon?- Una pregunta distraída, jugando con mis manos.

Un nudo se formó en mi garganta y un ligero hipo sale de mis labios, negué con la cabeza, lágrimas calientes se deslizaban por mis mejillas.

—ella... ella...- tomé un respiro —me engañó...- susurro este último.

Vi los ojos de Jenna abrirse por sorpresa y un destello de ira se mezcla con sus iris oscuras. Apretó su mandíbula y sus nudillos se volvieron blancos por el apretón mortal de sus manos. —¿Ella qué?- susurra, totalmente enfadada. -después del entrenamiento volví a la habitación y la encontré con Ron...- dije, sintiendo una punzada en mi pecho.

- ¿Acaso no soy suficiente?- pregunté con tono roto, haciendo que otras lágrimas se deslicen por mis mejillas.

Su mirada se suaviza.

—No, no, no, eres genial, —Jenna tomó mis mejillas y me hizo mirar sus ojos, sonriéndome —Eres hermosa, Inteligente y jodidamente increíble... cualquiera se sentiría afortunado de tenerte... no es tu culpa que ella no supiera valorarte- sus ojos se cerraron ligeramente después de decir este último, todavía enojada por lo que hizo Granger. la presión de su mandíbula se desvanece y me mira con ternura.

No sé si fue porque estaba vulnerable y herida, una mezcla fatal... pero acerqué mi cara a la suya y uní nuestros labios en un dulce e inesperado beso. Jenna estaba rígida al tacto, totalmente desprevenida. Cuando decidí romper el beso ya que Jenna no lo estaba devolviendo... una mano se posa suavemente contra mi mejilla y me acerca a su cara. Jenna se derrite bajo mis labios y comienza a mover suavemente los suyos, con un ritmo suave y sin prisa. Mis manos se movieron a lo largo de su cintura, acariciando lentamente la piel expuesta. Jenna sonríe contra mis labios e inconscientemente hice lo mismo. Cuando sentí su lengua golpeando mi labio inferior pidiendo el acceso en mi boca por un beso más profundo, abrí los ojos como platos y me alejé rápidamente de ella.

"¿Qué hice? "

-yo... Dios mío, lo siento- me levanto de la cama, mirando avergonzada a Jenna.

La morena tenía dificultad para respirar, Sus labios eran hinchados por el beso. El cabello lo tenía desordenado y sus ojos tenían un brillo muy diferente de lo habitual. Hizo una sonrisa débil y se levantó de la cama.

-fue un error... lo siento- admito, mirándola a los ojos con culpa. Jenna sacude la cabeza lentamente, tomando mi mano. sus ojos se vuelven brillantes, una lágrima solitaria baja por su mejilla.

-T/N... -susurra, acariciando mi mano, mis ojos miran sus labios.

"No es justo... acabo de romper con Hermione... no quiero herir a Jenna"

"¿ pero por qué me gustó el beso?"

-jenna... fue algo que no comprobé... fue espontáneo... estaba herida... enfadada...- confesé y vi sus ojos llenarse de lágrimas, apretó la mandíbula y rompió el contacto con nuestras manos.

-lo siento...- añado, acercándome.

-T/N... no es necesario pedir disculpas, además me gustó- traga la saliva nerviosamente, cerrando los ojos al tacto de mi mano sobre su mejilla.

—Si te soy sincera... me gustas—confiesa y suspiro. Me agaché y le di un beso en la frente. Di un paso atrás y la miré impasible, confundida y tratando de averiguar qué hacer.

Siempre he tenido un debate conmigo misma sobre Hermione y Jenna. Durante mucho tiempo intenté decirme a mí misma que Jenna era solo una buena amiga y que me sentía confundida... pero sabía que sentía algo por ella. Me di cuenta de eso en el quinto año cuando la vi con otro chico. En ese momento sentí un fuego ardiendo en mi estómago. Me sentí... asustada... no quería arruinar nuestra amistad, así que intenté enterrar mis sentimientos y tratar de tener una oportunidad con Hermione. Después de todo, sabía que Ortega no me correspondería. Al principio funcionó, estaba feliz porque sentía algo por la chica dorada y me enamoré de ella... pero por dentro sabía que sería difícil olvidar mi primer amor, especialmente porque era mi mejor amiga.

Amaba a Hermione, pero seguía enamorada de Jenna.

—Jen... solo... ahora no es el momento- la miré y sus ojos brillaban, tenía la mandíbula cerrada tratando de no romperse delante de mí. - ¿Podemos hablar de esto en otro momento?- Propongo y ella asiente lentamente.

Me acerqué a la puerta y abrí la manija, saliendo de su habitación con en el corazón roto y con muchas dudas.

(...)

Acababa de terminar la clase de aritimancia y con el libro bajo mi brazo, caminaba hacia la habitación de Jenna. Durante dos semanas evité la Ravenclaw, necesitaba espacio y tiempo para pensar. Para ser honesta, la he echado mucho de menos y tengo que decir que estoy lista para abordar el temido tema. En estos últimos días el beso se repetía en bucle en mi mente e incluso en mis sueños aparecían los ojos negros de la morena. Digamos que si no la he visto en persona todo este tiempo Ortega me ha estado acosando psicológicamente.

sonrío inconscientemente

Mi sonrisa fue inmediatamente reemplazada por una mirada de disgusto y tristeza cuando en la distancia vi Granger caminar hacia mi dirección. Para solo ver sus ojos mi corazón se rompe más. Sus ojos avellana estaban llenos de lágrimas.

—t/N... te estaba buscando... tenemos que hablar- aprieta la mandíbula y una lágrima solitaria baja por su mejilla. Extiende la mano y toma la mía, sosteniendo suavemente mis dedos. Como si hubiera tocado el fuego, retiré la mano e hice un paso hacia atrás, negando lentamente con la cabeza.

—no me toques- susurro, con la voz rota. Después de días llorando finalmente había parado, pero cuando vi a Granger, se me hizo un nudo en la garganta. No quería llorar delante de la chica de oro, no quería mostrarme débil. Me tragué la saliva y levanté la barbilla, mirándola con superficialidad.

—por favor... tenemos que hablar- repite, ligeramente herida después de ver en mis ojos dolor y rabia. Apreté el libro y caminé hacia delante, golpeando débilmente su hombro con el mío. — No tenemos nada que discutir.

Antes de que pudiera ir una mano agarra mi muñeca.

– por favor... fue un error... yo te amo...- Hermione lo dijo con un tono tan dulce y herido que casi podía creerlo.

Casi.

—¿Cuánto tiempo? - Pregunto, apretando la mandíbula. - ¿Cuánto tiempo llevas engañándome?- en este punto estábamos cara a cara, su agarre se tambalea y desvía la mirada. - ¿Cuánto tiempo lleva Hermione? - Pedí totalmente enojada, alzando la voz. -dos meses...- confiesa, acercándose.

Le quité la mano, mirándola con una sonrisa burlona— 6 meses de relación de los cuales 2 con cuernos...- sacudí la cabeza desilusionada y disgustada- adiós Hermione, no me busque más- le dije con frialdad, sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas.

Se tira hacia mis brazos, impidiéndome caminar. Me pongo rígida al contacto. -Hermione... déjame- ella lloró más fuerte. -no te lo diré de nuevo...- susurré.

Rompe el abrazo y me mira con ojos heridos, trato de no caer en su trampa.

—tenemos que hablar...- susurra de nuevo.

—Por casualidad no lo has entendido, Granger?- interviene alguien. Me volví hacia el sonido de la voz y me encontré con dos ojos negros. Jenna Ortega miraba a Hermione enojada.

-Ocúpate de tus asuntos, Ortega— dijo con veneno Hermione.

–Jenna...- susurré.

Jenna cruza sus ojos con los míos, mirándome entre herida y feliz de verme. me hizo una sonrisa débil.

-Hermione...no quiero que os hagáis daño... así que te pido que te vayas- dije, sintiendo una punzada en mi pecho. Hermione me mira con tristeza por milésimas de segundo. Dio un paso hacia atrás y sacudiendo la cabeza camina por el pasillo lejos de mi vista. Éramos sólo Jenna y yo.

Me acerqué a Ravenclaw, extrañamente nerviosa y con el corazón acelerado. Las palmas de mis manos estaban sudando y mis piernas se tambaleaban ligeramente. Estaba teniendo la misma reacción que una niña con su primer amor. Respiré y miré a Jenna, que me observa con curiosidad.

—jenna yo...- susurré, tomando después la respiración. — Si te soy sincera, siempre he sentido algo por ti. Confieso, mirando impasible a la morena. Jenna hizo una gran sonrisa. —En estas dos semanas he pensado mucho en ti... y también en Hermione... yo... he conseguido no llorar delante de ella, ¿sabes?- ella tomó mis manos, acariciándolas lentamente. - me siento culpable por haberte evitado...- admito y ella sacude la cabeza, dejando mi mano y colocándola en mi mejilla.

—necesitabas espacio...- Me acaricia la mejilla y me apoyo en su tacto. De repente su mirada se hizo más seria, se puso de puntillas, su rostro a la altura del mío. El corazón golpeaba violentamente contra la caja torácica, nerviosa por tal cercanía. La boca de Jenna estaba a centímetros de la mia, aliento caliente golpeando mis labios. Envuelve sus manos alrededor de mi cuello y me mira intensamente a los ojos, buscando alguna reacción negativa mía. sin encontrar ningun rastro de rechazo, acerca mayormente su cara a la mía. labios que se rozan .

Tragué mi saliva y Jenna cuando lo escucha sonríe.

—no estoy lista para una relación... yo... tengo miedo...- confieso a un soplo de su boca. La mano de Jenna se movía sobre mi mejilla, la otra envolvía con determinación mi cuello. Puse mis manos alrededor de su cintura, facilitando la morena dada la notable diferencia de altura. - Yo cuidaré de ti...- susurra de vuelta, cerrando la distancia entre nuestros labios, besándome tiernamente.

sigo rota... pero tengo fe que podré sanar

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#aceitos.

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