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"What? That feel good~?”
Ragatha cooed, running her hand over the crown of Jax’s head. Short purple fur tickled her seams. The rabbit lay in her lap at an awkward angle, chin against her thighs and spindly legs splayed upon her mattress.
Her fingers massaged the base of his floppy ears, coaxing groans of ecstasy from the man.
She had never seen him this way, regardless of the blooming giddiness between the two of them. Feelings shoved aside by both of their nerves; Ragatha with her anxiety and Jax with his stubbornness. Neither of them deemed ready to acknowledge said feelings aloud, and Ragatha was fine with that. She didn’t feel the need to rush things, as if there were any need to rush anything in a world where time was irrelevant.
It wasn’t as if Ragatha didn’t enjoy the fleeting moments where the purple rabbit would be just a little nicer than normal. This usually ended with him doing something vile in order to make up for it, but she tried to enjoy the moment. He was a whirlwind of bottled emotions, but she wasn’t one to talk. After all, she wasn’t far better off… though, they certainly portrayed this metaphorical bottle in different ways.
Jax nuzzled into her hand, and she recalled just how they’d ended up like this.
The man had waltzed into her room (as he so often did. The creepy crawlies were enough evidence of that), swinging that damned key around on his finger and jousting about the adventure they’d just finished. High speed chases were not her forte, thank you very much.
Especially when Jax was driving. She wasn’t sure how she’d kept all her yarn intact.
Jax sat himself upon her bed, slipping the key into his pocket and stretching his arms above his head with a sleazy smile. Ragatha wrinkled her nose at him.
“Jax, the point of having our own rooms is having our own privacy,” she scorned, “go back to your own room!”
He threw her a face of mock hurt, “yeesh, Rags. Way to let a guy know he’s not wanted.” He clenched his gloves into a fist above his heart.
She rolled her eye. “You’re unbearable, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” he sang. He tilted his head, eyeing her, “say, you have fun on the adventure today?”
“What do you want, Jax,” Ragatha deadpanned. He had the audacity to roll his own eyes at her.
“Who said I wanted anything? I’m just tryna make convo here! And you all say I’m the rude one,” Jax said. He crossed his legs, leaning back onto his hands.
The doll sighed. “Ok, it was… interesting. Not really my speed.”
“Hah! Speed, phew, there sure was a lotta that. I can still feel the adrenaline pumpin’.” Jax reflected.
Ragatha hardly noticed him continuing on with his commentary. Her attention was on those ears of his, swaying with every little head shake of his. His fur was short enough that it hardly seemed to be there at all, yet she knew it was plenty soft from the times she’d been shoved against him on rogue missions during the wilder of journeys.
Jax closed his eyes, arms crossed behind his head and she found one of her hands reaching up, up until she caressed an ear, feeling the satisfying squish as she just barely squeezed. His ear flicked against her palm in tandem.
His words died in his throat and large yellow eyes reflected her own shock bestowed by her actions. She yanked her hand away, tumbling out apologies in an awkward stream, “I-I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking; I was totally disrespecting your boundaries and—”
Yellow gloves seized her wrist, and she stared in awe as he brought her hand back to his ear. He began to puppeteer her arm, dragging her fingers along his ear until she took the reins. Ragatha held back a chuckle at how determined he seemed to be in order to have her reach the right spot.
And reach the right spot she did. Her hand trailed below his ear and to his jaw when Jax’s eager pushes seized, eyes opening in what she thought to be realization. Realization of just how intimate they were, but slumping into her lap, he sighed. Her hands hovered above his head, keen eye glued to his reactions.
With hesitence, Ragatha smoothed her right palm over an ear, her other hand on his cheek.
“Mmmmhmmmmgghhfff…”
Ragatha blinked back to the present, to the oversized purple rabbit in her lap, nuzzling against her hands like this were any sort of normal for them. Despite the warmth in her cheeks, a small teasing smile pulled at her lips.
As at ease as Jax pretended to be on the daily, lazing around and mocking others with a sarcastic smart mouth, Ragatha had never seen him totally out. His guard never completely down, so reinforced by walls so high she would never imagine to be able to climb them. Yet here she was, peering over the tough exterior and glimpsing a more precious side to the man. A side where he didn’t feel the need to reflect with cruel jokes and manipulative schemes.
Now, her castmate was putty in her hands. His warmth was enough to dismiss her aching legs for holding this position for so long. Tension that so often flared into anger melted into nothingness as Ragatha rubbled along his shoulderblades. Aggrivated muscles depleated as she twisted her knuckles along bothersome knots along his spine. Jax moaned with delight. The dolls palms trailed along his ribs, caressing his lilac fur.
She made a u-turn upon meeting his overalls, not wanting to go any further than she thought he’d consider comfortable (as if she werent already pushing it). Finding her way back to his face, she traced soft patterns into his cheeks. Those far-away eyes watched her, black pupils eclipsing a sea of gold. The soft grinding of his teeth vibrated against her, and she relished in the quiet rythym.
Ragatha hummed, her longlasting smile beginning to make her cheeks sore. He blinked.
And blinked, until those eyes were in the present with her once again and Jax was bounding up out of her embrace. Their eyes locked in a brief stand off before he was wiping any gross drool she hadn’t even noticed away and scrambling off of her bed.
He staggered to the door on flimbsy legs and he looked over his shoulder to stare at her once again. His brows furrowed and his pupils were shrunken and her heart hurt because he looked disgusted. With a final swing, her door was thrown open and he was gone, leaving her to flinch at the jarring wham as he slammed it shut.
The ragdoll stared into the empty space, suddenly freezing without his company. Her hands grasped her purple fur.
Suddenly those walls seemed evermore daunting.