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Rating: T
A/N: I couldn't resist, hehe. Have fun ;) Its short and sweet ;)
Possession...
I knew it was late in the day when I woke up. Even though I tried to fight it, consciousness was beckoning me. I could feel the sun beating down through the curtains, warming my exposed shoulders to the beautiful sunshine outside. But I still didn't want to leave my bed. I was too comfortable.
'And I know what will make it even better,' I thought, as I sighed and rolled over, reaching out for Jesse beside me. But what my hand found made my eyes pop right open. All I found was a cool, empty mattress. No Jesse. No warmth to make me fall back to sleep. No 'Morning, querida,' breathed in my ear, to make me smile and feel all tingle. Even though it was probably afternoon, rather than morning.
Either way; I wasn't impressed with the lack of Jesse around me. It was threatening to make my good mood evaporate. Never a good thing.
It was all his fault I slept so late anyway. He was the one who made us stay up so late. And yeah, so laying under the stars, talking and enjoying his comfortable warmth beside me was romantic and lovely and made me feel special and all that. But it didn't mean he had to leave me to wake up all alone, just wanting to go back to sleep, with him preferable beside me.
Damn his ability to slip out of bed unnoticed and silent.
Looking up at the clock on his bedside table, I took note of the time and manged to – somehow – pull my feet around so they were resting on the soft fabric of the carpet floor beneath them. Wriggling my painted toes to help me wake up a little. I yawned and stretched languidly, the last dredges of my dream running across my mind, but evading my capture.
I let myself fall back against the bed, trying to figure out what kind of mood I was in. I felt happy, but a little mischievous. That's what comes with having too much sleep, I guess. Heaving a bored sigh, I stood up to stretch again and casted another look to the clock, realizing I couln't hear Jesse. He wasn't in the shower of our on-suite and I couldn't hear him moving about downstairs making lunch. As if on cue, my stomach rumbled, alerting me to its emptiness.
"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled, making my way over to the bathroom. "I'll feed you in a minute."
Once I finished in the bathroom, teeth clean, face refreshed and hair brushed, I pulled on some shorts and a spaghetti top. Retrieving my flip-flops from where I kicked them off the last time I used them, and made my way through the house. Straining to listen out for wherever it was my fiance had actually disappeared off to. Maybe he was out getting me fresh doughnuts, or something. I had a wicked craving for them lately.
I made it down the stairs and stuck my head around the living room archway, seeing no sign of the living occupying it. Or the dead. Coming up empty, I made my way down the hall into the kitchen, again not finding any evidence that Jesse had been here. Sighing I looked around the empty room, pouting and contemplating looking elsewhere. Not finding him beside me this morning, had left me feeling a little bereft. I needed my Jesse fix.
But instead, I finally gave into my stomachs demands. Pulling open the fridge door and routing around for something appetizing to eat. Seeing a slice of pizza from the night before, I reached in and pulled it out. Inspecting it to make it sure it was okay to eat. I popped it into the microwave, zapping it for a couple of minutes so it was properly hot and glided around the kitchen. Humming some inane song I heard on the radio a couple of days ago. The 'bing' of the mini oven finally letting me have my food.
I switched the radio on by the window sill and got myself a glass of juice from the fridge. Thanking whatever deities that Jesse wasn't like my step-brothers and didn't drink out of the carton. I still shudder at the memory of the bugs Brad poured into his mouth. It took me a long time to get over my fear of drinking orange juice again. Even though Maria was long gone.
Thank God.
I shook myself out of the memory, absently wondering why my mood was all over the place, and sat down at the breakfast bar with my drink. Listening to the song on the radio and nodding my head in time to it. I was so lost in my hungry daze, I forgot the pizza slice was red hot and burnt my fingers as I picked it up.
"Ow! Son of a – " I bit back on the curse about to leave my mouth and took a deep breath. "Idiot, Suze," I muttered. Trying again, I picked the pizza up and blew on it. Having no more incidents of burning myself this time.
Once my stomach was filled on pepperoni pizza and a glass of juice, I began to wonder where Jesse was again. Looking around and seeing no note from him, I knew he couldn't of been far. I wandered out into the living room, about to pick up a magazine and sit and wait for him, when I heard it. The sounds of whistling coming from the front walk. A happy tune and one that sounded scarily like the song I was named after.
I dropped the copy of Vogue back onto the coffee table and walked up to the window overlooking the front of our house. Looking around, before I finally caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look, seeing Jesse crouching by our car. Wet sponge in hand, with water running down his forearm. Glistening in the sun.
Breaking out into a large smile, I abandoned my vigil from the window. Dashing over to the front door and quietly sliding it open - hoping Jesse wouldn't notice me just yet - and crept out onto the porch, turning to lean against the post. Enjoying the scenery before me.
I had once asked Jesse why he didn't just take the car to the car-wash. He answered with, "It takes the fun out of knowing you've done a good job."
And I had to say, standing here watching Jesse – shirtless – reaching across the hood of our car, the jeans he was wearing fitting perfectly, I couldn't help but agree. If this was the kind of display I would get to see each time he thought the car needed cleaning, I would quite happily help him. Watching to make sure he did a thorough job that is.
I couldn't help but stare, as the muscles across his back rippled in the heat and his movement. Offsetting his tan ever so nicely. I could see the shimmer of sweat across his shoulders to trickle down his spine, from the sun bearing down on him. His arms stretched across the windscreen, bulging and flexing with each wipe he pushed across it.
His blue jeans fitted snuggle to his legs and offered me a perfect view of his derriere as he bent down to clean the side panels. I couldn't hold back the smirk to come to my face any longer, at his completely oblivious show he was putting on for me. I let my eyes slowly travel up his back again. Creeping up further. His hair - normally curly at the back of his head - was slick and stuck to his neck. Little beads of perspiration trickled down his temples to fall onto his tan muscled chest.
I could picture the sweat slithering down his rock hard abs and across his impressionable six pack. The same image that made coherent thought or speech completely leave me every time. He lifted his strong talented hand, to run it through his hair. Brushing it away from his forehead as he stood upright again. His back pulling taunt and perfect for me to pull my short nails across. Feeling him shiver beneath my touch as I dug them in, hearing his hiss of breath in my ear.
I let my imagination run wild as I watched Jesse drop the sponge in the bucket of water, before collecting it and resuming his work again. The water droplets falling at his bare feet and down his jeans. Making my eyes travel their course and inspecting the fine specimen of a man before me. Waking with no Jesse, was starting to seem worth it, to come downstairs and find this. Enjoying every second of the display I was seeing.
And every other woman with a hot-man radar.
The absent thought suddenly made me aware of where exactly I was. Making me look up and around me. Letting my eyes scan up and down the street, before spotting a couple of woman dressed in jogging gear across the road. Walking at a snails pace and eyeing my man.
I scowled at them from my position, but they either didn't see me, or didn't care. The sudden overpowering surge of jealousy to spread through me, took me by surprise. I wasn't a jealous girlfriend. I knew Jesse loved me. I had no problems with believing that. And at the end of the night, after I've had to sit there, wrapped in Jesse's arms, and see every envious stare and open look of lust being thrown at him; I still don't get mad. I'm the one he's leaving with. I'm the one he's been looking at with love and adoration the whole night. The one hes going to spend the rest of his life with.
So this sudden need to stake my claim and pretty much to tell the jogging woman, that he's taken; was a little shocking and surprising. The need to openly display and show everyone that's looking, whose girl he belongs to.
Unfortunately, this did nothing to stop me from glaring at the woman. Or to do the first thing my mind supplied me with.
With determination and eyes that were full of predatory hunger, I walked down the porch from our house and surely strode towards the unsuspecting Jesse before me. Not caring how uncharacteristic it was of me. Or how it would come across to anyone else. Only knowing, that the the scene I had been openly enjoying and watching, was for my eyes only.
I strode over to him in the driveway, swiping his tanned arm across his forehead and giving me a nice taster of his rippling muscles across his back again. Only making me up the pace and become more anxious than before. He looked up as I approached - alerted to the sounds of my flip-flops – and gave me a beaming smile that reached all the way to his eyes and beyond.
A smile reserved for me.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something to me, I placed my hands on either side of his face, sliding one around the back of his neck to pull him down to me. I knew he could see the pure possession and lustful, look in my eyes. And I had just had enough time to see the surprise and flare of desire in his own in response. Before I pulled him down for an earth shattering kiss that screamed of possession to anyone who happened to be watching. Taking control and dominance, even as he overcame his shock. Taunting him further and swallowing his helpless moan. Sending a silent message out to the woman across the road, and anyone else who was secretly watching of. "Mine!"
When I finally pulled back from our kiss, letting Jesse go and pulling my agile fingers from his hair, I saw his eyes clouded over with passion and surprise. Our breathing heavy and frantic between us. I smiled at the emotions in his eyes, my expression innocent and unsuspecting. Not telling of the jealousy that had spurred my actions.
"Wow," Was all Jesse managed to say, panting with exertion.
I turned to the car beside us, giving it a quick glance over. Letting a mischievous thought and smirk come to replace my innocent expression. "You missed a spot," I huskily said, winking at Jesse as I made to go around him and head in the direction of the house. Unable to resist smacking him on his jean clad backside as I walked past.
I could feel his eyes boring into my back as I sashayed back up to the house, my insides jumping around like crazy at the possessive display I just put on. Not normally like that and slightly surprised with myself. But I couldn't and didn't try, to stop the pride I felt, at Jesse's unsuspecting reaction to what I just did. Of his acquiesce to letting me stake my claim and hold of him.
I fought the urge to turn around and see what he was doing. But I somehow managed to hold strong. I was determined to have the last say and glance. Instead, only continuing my languid walk up the porch. Swinging my hips suggestively, taunting him a little further. That was for making me wake up alone.
Unfortunately, I didn't realize Jesse was coming at me until I glanced around. Barely in time. I'd heard the sound of the sponge being dropped into the bucket of water, my resistance to not look, nil by then. I had thought I was safe and close to being back behind the door, where I could drop my act. That I would of managed to get one over on him. Score a point for my side.
But I should of known better.
I only had a chance to see Jesse's own predatory look in his dark black eyes, before he bent slightly and threw me over his shoulder, with a yelp of surprise from me. Barely pausing in his determined and purposeful stride to our house. His gaze so much more ferocious and intense than mine had been, not even minutes before.
"Jesse!" I exclaimed, laughing breathlessly. But I didn't tell him to put me down.
"It's your own fault, querida," His voice sent shivers through me. Deep and practically growling as he spoke. "You can't walk away from a kiss like that, without consequences."
I looked up to the shocked gaping faces of the two jogging woman across the road. Open mouthed at the display Jesse and I just put on for them. Not that Jesse realized it. I grinned at them, seeing their reactions and pushed close the door behind us as Jesse marched into the house. Me still swung over his shoulder, a happy smile dancing across my face. Shutting the door on the world and leaving only Jesse and me.
I tingled with expectation.
A/N 2: Damn, I had fun with this one :D Thanks for reading, please review!
Anonymous Reviews:
Meg - Hey! Thanks so much for reviewing :D I'm glad you liked it. It was fun to do. But I loved writing this one, lol. I hope you enjoy it too. Thanks again, take care, x
