Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 27's
“More satisfying for me to punch Yagil. After all, he knew this house well enough. And I imagine that if we examine this house, we will find that most of our happy clan has lived here, at least for a few days. Finding a fuse box in a cellar does not require a lot of skill. Think, Rachel. They seven if, you try to count if one hundred and fifty billion divided by seven, at least each of them gets 21 billion on average. They all have a reason to want us to violate the terms of that will. None of them are willing only us to get that legacy.”
“That's another reason why money isn't so attractive to me,” Rachel mused. “They do nothing but damage and disturb, but damn I really want to reply them.”
“The best retaliation will appear in less than five months.” Without thinking about it, Jenson wrapped her hands around Rachel's shoulder. Without thinking about it, Rachel leaned on Jenson. A faint fragrance smelled from his skin. “You see no, uncle Yosef's face when the will was read and he got nothing but a magic wand and a trick hat?”
Jenson's shoulders felt sturdier than Rachel had ever imagined. “And uncle Yagil with three cartons of matches.” Rachel felt comfortable leaning on her husband's shoulder, then she chuckled. “Grandfather must be laughing.”
“We'll laugh with him in a few months.”
“Agree," said Rachel. " Jenson, your shoes are stuck to my sheets.”
“Sorry.” With two short movements, Jenson threw away her shoes.
“I don't really mean that. Don't you want to go to your room now?”
“Not really. Your bed is better than mine. Do you always sleep naked?”
“No.”
“Definitely now my lucky day.” Jenson shuffled to land her lips onto the bruise on Rachel's shoulder. “Sick?”
Rachel shrugged her shoulders. “Slight.”
“My poor little wife. I always thought you were tough.”
“I am indeed..”
“Soft,” cut Jenson while walking down Rachel's arm with her fingers. “Soft mat. Any more bruises?” He rubbed his lips against Rachel's neck. They could both feel the inevitable whir of lightning.
“Not really, if you notice.”
Rachel took a breath, moved terribly by Jenson's light touch. He can't show it, can he? He cannot achieve something that turns out to be an illusion. Jenson is unstable. Jenson isn't real, she's just a husband while Jenson is with her at the moment because she's here and there's no one else anymore, once this marriage contract is over then Jenson will leave her. Why is it so hard to remember that?
Jenson's face approached, filling his horizon of view. Little things he didn't want to notice all this time. How a thin gray ring adorned his iris, his straight, almost aristocratic nose line that miraculously remained intact no matter how often he fought. His mouth was etched softly, he somehow looked poetic. Her mouth, recalls Rachel, who was warm, strong, and full of innovation as she kissed her lips.
“Jenson..” The fact that Rachel hesitates, then says her sentences in doubt before grabbing Jenson's hand, makes the man both happy and nervous. Rachel was not as cold and confident as usual. And because of that, Jenson was able to slip herself under Rachel's skin. But maybe he will not slip himself out again easily.
Be practical, Rachel told herself. Be realistic. “Jenson, we still have five more months to skip.”
“Then?” Jenson needs warmth. He needs this woman. Maybe it's time to take a risk on the consequences. Subjugated his head and sucked Rachel's lips. “Why waste time?”
Rachel lets herself enjoy Jenson. For a moment, his promise to himself. It's just an instant. Jenson was warm and her hands were light. The night was long and cold and scary. No matter how much Rachel hates to admit it, she needs Jenson. Now, with the sunlight breaking through the tiny panels on the window, thrusting bright and bright into the bed, he gets Jenson. Close, give him a sense of security, make him comfortable.
Her lips opened up to welcome Jenson's lips.
Jenson didn't plan on anything when she came to Rachel's room. He just wanted to get close to Rachel, he wanted to lie down next to her and talk to her. N*fsu didn't lead him. Passion does not push it. There's just a basic need to be at home, to be at home with Rachel. When Rachel leaned on her shoulder with unraveling hair and heavy eyes, it was natural that the need was on her. He just wants to stay where he is now, holding Rachel, slowly warming up.
And for Rachel, passion does not stir wildly, but slowly, like a potion that is allowed to boil slowly all day when added spices. Taste a little, then taste again, and the taste changes, gets richer, gets deeper. With Jenson, the taste is just given a little, the aroma to be visited and enjoyed. Rachel can go on and on, hour after hour, until everything between them has been patrolled. He wanted to give in to that desire, the beginning of greed. If he does, everything will change. It was a change he could foresee, he could clearly see, which he could only anticipate. So Rachel rejects Jenson and herself as well as what could happen between the two of them.
“Jenson..” But he let his fingers linger in Jenson's hair a minute longer. “This should not be done.”
Jenson kissed Rachel's eyes until they closed. It's something no one else has ever done to her. “Why? Aren't we married?”
“Jenson, things are complicated enough. If we become a real married couple within the next five months and things are not going well, how can we continue this? What about Grandpa Robert's will?" Rachel was really afraid that if she handed her body to Jenson, Jenson would just show her off.
“The will has absolutely nothing to do with you and me in this bed, we are legitimate, grandfather will be happy if we do.”
How could Rachel ever forget the persistence of Jenson not being determined to make her wish come true? How could he never notice how attractive the man was in such a state? He must make a decision now, otherwise he himself will have to bear the consequences. “That will has a lot to do with you and me in this house. When we sleep together, our relationship changes. While I still want to wait for the man who's really best for me."