Jarbus (HSM - Jason and Ms Darbus)


I wrote this on the HSM thread on the fic board, mostly for Az and my own love of subversive UC ships :D




He reached a hand across the space between them and brushed a lock of hair from her face. It was soft to his touch, and all silvery and shiny, the way the moonlight shone in on them. His breath caught in his throat as her eyes lifted to look into his own. Those dark eyes, full of wonder and curiosity and something like exhilaration, staring back at her.

"Jason, are you sure?"

He nodded his head, as his cheeks flushed. She took his hand and held it gently as he edged closer to her. Standing together by the window, the space between them closing slowly, he looked deeply into her eyes. He glanced at her lips, then the blush of her cheek, then back into her eyes. He reached up and gently pulled her glasses off, and she shivered as his finger grazed her temple.

"I'm sure, Ms. Darbus," he whispered.

"Jason, call me-" and he captured her lips in a kiss.

Her lips were as soft as he had dreamed they would be, on those hot nights his mind was filled with her, as he tossed and turned, struggling to find peace and sleep. Her kiss was gentle, loving, forgiving of his inexperience. She pulled away searching his eyes for assurance that she was what he wanted. Seeing it staring back at her, fully and firey, she brought his face to hers. Her kiss was hot and scorching now, stronger, firmer. Her tongue sought his. His hand was in her soft, silver hair, pulling it from it's clips. As it fell to her shoulders like a cascade of moonlight, he sighed deeply.

"Ms. Darbus, you make me feel so-"

"Shh, don't talk. You don't need to say anything."

He was relieved, for finding the right words was never something Jason found easy.

"So long. It's been so long that I have wanted this, dreamed of this, to be your Juliet of winter years, and you my young Romeo. We have not two warring families to oppose us, Jason, we have much more to face. We have prejudice, misconceptions, assumptions. We have dirt and filth and hate in vulgar, common hearts and minds to face. I know not that we will succeed, but for love I shall try." She spoke in the voice of the stage, and he was mesmerized by her words.

"I love you. I can't say it like you can, but I know that I won't let anyone tell me we can't be together. I can make up my own mind now."

"My darling boy... no, my darling man." She smiled, her eyes brilliant with light. She took his hand and stepped with him away from the window, away from the moonlight streaming in, and walked with him to the classroom door. Opening the door, hand in hand, they walked into their futures. His red cap and gown left on his desk, he was leaving behind his boyhood and becoming the man she always knew he could be.

The man he always was in his heart, the heart caught on fire with her.