Cinnamon Girl — A Caraval Story
Pairings: Tella x Jacks, Tella x Dante
Summary: Set in Finale, Tella finds herself at a crossroads
Rating: M
Warnings: Mature themes, language
Word Count: 1.4k
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Tella…thought she knew where she was, but it was getting so hard to tell these days…She found herself wandering aimlessly through the streets of Valenda, but she always found herself going back to the same place.
Her sister has been avoiding her — Not intentionally, but Scarlett was either with Julian, or trying to keep busy while they were in a fight…which was merely an interlude until they patched up whatever argument they were in. Those two, as dearly as Tella loved them, were either deliriously in love, or simply biding their time until they were back together.
Actually, Tella thought with a shake of her head, they were always deliriously in love. And Tella never understood what it was that caused them to struggle, it was obvious they loved each other… If that was Tella…well, if Tella had someone who loved her as much as Julian loved Scarlett, then she wouldn’t be sitting in one of the most infamous gambling dens in all of Elantine’s Empire…and the person next to her wouldn’t have blonde hair, but rather black. And instead of ice blue eyes staring down at her, she’d be gazing up into the darkest brown and searching for the little flecks of gold she knew to be in there.
“Usually,” Jacks drawled, his chilled hand coming up to clasp her chin. “The ladies I entertain don’t look quite so bored,” He tilted her head back so that her golden curls fell like liquid down her back, and pressed kisses along the length of her neck. His teeth coming out to scrape and bite against her overheated skin. “I promise, no one will come back here and disturb us.”
Tella pressed a small hand into his chest, debating whether she wanted to push him away or grip his blonde hair.
If she kept her eyes closed, then she could pretend the lips kissing her were somebody else’s. His.
Her hand slid up to his hair.
“Maybe I’m harder to impress than some of your other guests.” Tella whispered into his ear, and she found herself giving into his touch. Letting him lay her on her back as he settled between her thighs, his hips pushing her into the leather couch. The dress of her skirt bunching at her hips.
He not so gently bit her throat, sinking his teeth into where her pulse fluttered, and Tella couldn’t suppress the sharp sound of surprise that came from her.
“A challenge,” Jacks grinned into her skin and ground his hips against hers before propping himself up, his hands on either side of her face — a cage that should have scared her. “Tell me, my beautiful Tella, why do you keep coming back to me?”
His blue eyes were cold.
Because you take the pain away.
“Does it matter, as long as I’m here?” Tella replied, in a voice that wasn’t as seductive as she had hoped.
“When I’m with a woman, I prefer to have all of her,” He moved one hand to the place between her thighs, right over the cotton of her panties, and Tella flushed knowing he felt how wet she was. “Her body… Her thoughts…”
Tella gasped as his thumb pressed down.
“Her heart?” Tella asked, moving her hips against his fingers.
His gaze sharpened.
“Always.”
His lips crashed into hers as his hand worked between her legs, moving the fabric away from her center before moving to unfasten his pants.
Tella felt him nudging at her entrance, and she mentally prepared herself to feel full and stretched and just as Jacks started to push the door to his office creaked open — almost slamming into the wall.
Her eyes opened wide, and she saw a tall, dark figure standing in the doorway…The real man much more handsome and sharp and beautiful than the image she had conjured of him in her mind.
“A party?” Dante said in a carefully amused voice. “And I wasn’t invited?”
One of his hands was still clasped around the door handle, and the other was propped up on his hip. His dark hair hung rakishly over his tanned forehead and his eyes…his eyes were darker than Tella had ever seen.
Jacks went rigid over her, which was his only tell. Instead of pushing into her like he had planned he continued to kiss along the length of her neck and over her jawline.
“It’s a talent,” Jacks said, his lips moving over her skin. “Always showing up where you’re not fucking wanted.”
Dante grinned sharply.
“Tella’s wanted,” Dante said, his voice carefree, but Tella studied him well enough to know that it was heavily curated and took an immense amount of effort on his part. “By someone much more important than you.”
“I’m not one to leave a lady so…unsatisfied.” Jacks said and ground his hips against Tella’s in an obscene way.
“The lady,” Tella said in a bright voice, one that sounded completely out of place and unrecognizable to her own ears. “Has a voice and can speak for herself.”
Blue and brown eyes looked at her intently, and she felt the complete weight of them.
Dante cocked his head to the side. His face was almost impassive, but she noted the way his jaw clenched.
“Who is it that wants to see me?” Tella asked, trying to sink into the cushioned couch and away from Jacks’ body.
Dante raised a dark brow.
“Legend.” The name came from Jacks, not Dante.
He shifted them, so that he was sitting up with Tella on his lap — and she felt her blood rushing to her face at the sudden movement. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Her dress covered where they almost joined. His cold hands splayed over her tiny hips.
“Come with me.” Dante said, his expression losing some of its amused facade.
“Or stay.” Jacks squeezed her hips.
There was some part of her, probably not one that she should be proud of, that wanted to stay with Jacks. Just to see how Dante would react. If it would hurt him in the same way he hurt her when he left her on the steps…and being with Jacks — it was addictive.
But if Dante was here, then it most likely was important. Otherwise he never would have risked coming here.
“I should go.” Tella said, looking into sharp blue eyes. Jacks’s face didn’t change. He wore the same haughty smirk that he always did. Even though she was leaving him, he acted as if it was a victory. Like he had somehow won.
“I’ll see you tonight.” Jacks grinned, not bothering to lower his voice.
From the corner of her eye Tella saw Dante tense as he heard the words Jacks said, and understood them. Jacks would be visiting her in her dreams. A small shiver ran through her skin.
Tella slowly slid off of Jacks’s lap — she tried to give Jacks privacy to cover himself, but he was absurdly slow in tucking himself into his pants, and Tella knew why. He wanted to torment Dante. Let him know exactly what would have happened if he hadn’t walked in on them.
She walked to the door and stood in front of Dante, feeling fragile in front of him, but she kept her head held high.
She was often compared to a doll — with her big blue eyes and golden curls and small stature — but this was the only time she ever felt like one.
“I’m ready.” Tella said, staring him in the eyes as she smoothed the wrinkles in her dress.
Dante brought one hand up and tugged up the bodice of her dress, ensuring that her breast was fully covered before placing his hand on the small base of her back and leading her out of the room.
The door slamming behind them.
They didn’t speak a word as they walked through the gambling hall, ignoring all the debauchery around them. It wasn’t until they were out in the crisp night air, far away from the Jacks, did Dante speak.
“Why do you go there?”
Their feet sounded over the cobbled stone street.
Tella thought over all of the things that she could say, of all the things she would love to say, and for once she decided to hold her tongue.
“Because he holds me without hurting me,” Tella said, swallowing all of the other words that threatened to escape. Dante’s brown eyes flickered to the plum-red mark on her pale throat, and he raised his brow in question. The fury on his face shining through his mask. Tella wet her dry lips before continuing. “He doesn’t hurt me in the ways that matter. He doesn’t hurt my heart.”
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