...t stop the other me from wanting the other you though. So I thought, if those memories were really mine, only from a different lifetime, then... what's stopping me from getting what I want?"
"And w-what d-do y-you want?"
Jazz leaned into his ear.
"I want you, little brother." She murmured. Moving her head back, she gazed into his eyes for a moment before moving in for a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring, probing, teasing him to do the same. There was a moment of hesitation on Danny's part, as his consciousness vainly tried to assert itself, before Dante, Jasmine's lover's consciousness, took over. He broke away, and when he looked into her eyes, it was with a sense of recognition.
"Jasmine... Oh God..."
Their lips met again, and this time Danny's tongue took the initiative, plunging into Jazz's mouth with wild abandon. Their hands roamed all over each other as they stumbled backwards toward the bed. When Jazz felt the edge of the bed hit the back of her knees, she spun around and threw Danny onto the bed. Before he could protest, she had flung off her bathrobe, revealing her fully-naked body, before jumping onto Danny.