My first Jori fic, written from Jade, to Tori. Just a drabble to get me out of a little bit of a foggy patch with my other fic. For Vivian! xoxox

Tori, Tori, Tori…Where do I begin? You are basically the best/worst thing that has ever happened to me. If I said half the things I think when I'm around you, it would probably break your pretty mind. If we had a night without consequences, I'd tell you every dirty little thing I ever wanted to do with you. I'd count all the insignificant details about you that consequently drive me insane, and I'd recall every moment that you put a fire in my veins and nearly stopped my heart. I'd tell you how for every way you make me feel weak, I have to put you down to make me feel stronger, more in control. I'd get somewhere close to an apology but never follow through. I kind of hope you secretly like it when I'm so mean.

I'd drag you in the closet, and if it was alright with you, I'd make sure my hands found their way around every inch of your skin, and we'd kiss until your lips ache (in a good way). I think you'd like the grind of our hipbones and my fingers wound into your hair. I could definitely make you hit some high notes, if you know what I mean. Ah, well. Maybe I'm about to get a little vulgar here – but you know you like it.

But, contrary to popular belief, Jade West is not an emotionless gankbag. Yes you probably think I hate you, and yes I do perpetuate that idea. But you have to understand: When I say that we're not friends, it's only because I know we could be so much better than that. If things were different…no, if I was different. If I was braver, and thought that this had a chance to go somewhere, I wouldn't need a night without consequences to tell you how I feel.