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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
...little z space (a zara+jax story, F/f)
pretty much on the opposite end of the spectrum from the last zara story i posted, both in time and 'theme'...
also, i suppose there "should" be a first part to this, but i also don't think there "needs" to be one--
either way, "it" doesn't seem much interested in being written
~~~~~~~~~~
...Twelve-year-old Zara hesitated at the doorway of the living room, where 'her Jax' sat across the room reading.
In a small voice, she said "Jax?"
"Yes?" Jackie glanced up.
Although subtle, Z heard the slight chill in her voice.
Blinking back a tear, she mumbled "Nevermind," and turned to leave.
"Zara wait," Jax called after her. "I'm sorry lovey. Please don't go."
Z turned back around slowly.
She cautiously lifted her eyes to look at Jax, whose face had softened.
"Come talk to me little one."
She gingerly took a seat in the rocking chair, next to the couch where Jax sat on the far end.
"You don't want to sit here with me?" Jax asked, patting her lap.
Z shook her head no.
More to herself than Zara, Jax sighed, "Guess I can't blame ya little one. We've had a rough day."
Z was quite small for her age, standing just 4'8".
At present time, she was also a good bit underweight.
She focused her solemn eyes on the older woman.
Jackie herself appeared younger than one who had given birth to three children--though now considered herself to be the mother of four--the oldest of which was a senior in college.
Jax met Z's gaze, and carefully said, "I was pretty hard on you today, huh?"
Z's chin trembled as she dropped her head down.
"Are you still gonna give me another spankin'?"
Jax thought silently for a few moments.
Although a rare occurrence, the signs were immediately visible.
Since earlier in the day, Zara had done a sharp turn-around.
It was evident from the moment she came into the room that she had journeyed some distance, and drifted into what Jax called, "'little z' space."
The accompanying voice made her feel like a monster right about now.
However, just as she would never discipline Z in anger, neither had Jax made that 'promise' just for the hell of it or for no good reason.
"Yes lovey, I am," she said gently, her heart hurting as she watched Z's face and her girl's obvious struggle against the many and jumbled emotions within.
Quietly, Jax moved to the other end of the couch and placed a hand on Z's arm.
"Can I please hold you sweetie?"
With a small pout, Z replied with an unconvincing "No."
She offered no resistance however, when Jax picked her up and sat on the rocking chair herself.
"Come on little one," she said, pulling Z onto her lap.
Z only nestled her head against Jax's chest and, for a welcome change, let her tears flow freely.
Jax whispered soothing words and held her close.
They rocked like that for sometime, until the tears all dried and Z's eyelids were beginning to droop.
"We just have to take care of one thing lovey, before I tuck you in," Jax spoke softly.
Z looked up, pleading with her eyes.
"Shhh," Jax kissed the top of her head. "It'll be ok little one, I promise."
She got them both up, and Z took her offered hand as they walked upstairs.
Jax sat and waited while Z got ready for bed.
She stood the small girl between her legs, and hugged her tightly.
"I love you Zara. So, so much."
With that, Jax gently positioned Z across her lap.
Quickly and lightly, she spanked the seat of her pajamas ten times.
She then turned Z over and cradled her, wiping the lone tear rolling down her cheek.
"Ok, little one--see? That's it, we're all done now, lovey."
Jax kissed the sleepy face and lifted Z into the bed to lie on her tummy.
She handed Z her well-loved tweety bird and stretched out beside her.
Jax rubbed her little one's back as Z whispered, "Love you Jax" and swiftly fell asleep.
pretty much on the opposite end of the spectrum from the last zara story i posted, both in time and 'theme'...
also, i suppose there "should" be a first part to this, but i also don't think there "needs" to be one--
either way, "it" doesn't seem much interested in being written
~~~~~~~~~~
...Twelve-year-old Zara hesitated at the doorway of the living room, where 'her Jax' sat across the room reading.
In a small voice, she said "Jax?"
"Yes?" Jackie glanced up.
Although subtle, Z heard the slight chill in her voice.
Blinking back a tear, she mumbled "Nevermind," and turned to leave.
"Zara wait," Jax called after her. "I'm sorry lovey. Please don't go."
Z turned back around slowly.
She cautiously lifted her eyes to look at Jax, whose face had softened.
"Come talk to me little one."
She gingerly took a seat in the rocking chair, next to the couch where Jax sat on the far end.
"You don't want to sit here with me?" Jax asked, patting her lap.
Z shook her head no.
More to herself than Zara, Jax sighed, "Guess I can't blame ya little one. We've had a rough day."
Z was quite small for her age, standing just 4'8".
At present time, she was also a good bit underweight.
She focused her solemn eyes on the older woman.
Jackie herself appeared younger than one who had given birth to three children--though now considered herself to be the mother of four--the oldest of which was a senior in college.
Jax met Z's gaze, and carefully said, "I was pretty hard on you today, huh?"
Z's chin trembled as she dropped her head down.
"Are you still gonna give me another spankin'?"
Jax thought silently for a few moments.
Although a rare occurrence, the signs were immediately visible.
Since earlier in the day, Zara had done a sharp turn-around.
It was evident from the moment she came into the room that she had journeyed some distance, and drifted into what Jax called, "'little z' space."
The accompanying voice made her feel like a monster right about now.
However, just as she would never discipline Z in anger, neither had Jax made that 'promise' just for the hell of it or for no good reason.
"Yes lovey, I am," she said gently, her heart hurting as she watched Z's face and her girl's obvious struggle against the many and jumbled emotions within.
Quietly, Jax moved to the other end of the couch and placed a hand on Z's arm.
"Can I please hold you sweetie?"
With a small pout, Z replied with an unconvincing "No."
She offered no resistance however, when Jax picked her up and sat on the rocking chair herself.
"Come on little one," she said, pulling Z onto her lap.
Z only nestled her head against Jax's chest and, for a welcome change, let her tears flow freely.
Jax whispered soothing words and held her close.
They rocked like that for sometime, until the tears all dried and Z's eyelids were beginning to droop.
"We just have to take care of one thing lovey, before I tuck you in," Jax spoke softly.
Z looked up, pleading with her eyes.
"Shhh," Jax kissed the top of her head. "It'll be ok little one, I promise."
She got them both up, and Z took her offered hand as they walked upstairs.
Jax sat and waited while Z got ready for bed.
She stood the small girl between her legs, and hugged her tightly.
"I love you Zara. So, so much."
With that, Jax gently positioned Z across her lap.
Quickly and lightly, she spanked the seat of her pajamas ten times.
She then turned Z over and cradled her, wiping the lone tear rolling down her cheek.
"Ok, little one--see? That's it, we're all done now, lovey."
Jax kissed the sleepy face and lifted Z into the bed to lie on her tummy.
She handed Z her well-loved tweety bird and stretched out beside her.
Jax rubbed her little one's back as Z whispered, "Love you Jax" and swiftly fell asleep.
oh no don't you put me in that box you know what you can do with those locks bet your life i'll come crawling out again you'll have to deal with me then you'll hear me in the wind...