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This chapter is dedicated to Lady Clark-Weasley of Books who requested that Jeremy get possessive. I just added a bit of a comedy spin to it. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Theme: Humor

Rating: T+

Description: Jeremy's jealous of an unwanted guest...

Ailurophobia

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Jaime shifted around under the covers, her eyes still closed, and groped blindly for Jeremy. Her fingers came in contact with the skin of his arm and she smiled as she grabbed onto it better and pulled herself over so that she was snuggled up against him. Even though she couldn't see him, she could almost feel his slight smile as he gently moved her away from his arm so that he could wrap it around her and pull her close again.

She sighed happily and snuggled her face against his naked chest before opening her eyes and looking up at him.

"So, I'm guessing I'm forgiven?" She asked teasingly. Jeremy looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow. Jaime's jaw dropped and she sat up quickly, the covers falling off of her to reveal her naked torso. "I'm not?" She practically shouted. "But… but we just had one hell of a make-up sex session! How can I not be forgiven?" She motioned to the fact that they were both naked and in a bed before cocking her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

Jeremy slowly pulled himself up onto his elbows and looked at her.

"Because what you said was an unforgivable offense." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Even if the sex was, pardon my language, fucking awesome." Jaime smiled a bit at that and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know. I'm just that good." She scowled again as she pulled the topic back to what she had been originally going for. "But, honestly Jeremy. We're both adults and we handled this like adults. I don't see why it can't just be forgiven and forgotten."

"Do you not understand what the word 'unforgivable' means?" Jeremy responded crisply, if not a tad childishly. Jaime hmphed and scowled off into space.

"You're probably just jealous…" She grumbled. Jeremy sprung up into a ridged sitting position and looked at her with an emotionless face.

"I'm not jealous." He replied evenly. Jaime, sensing a weak spot, pressed on it.

"You are. I can tell."

"Why should I be?"

"I'm not sure yet, but you're jealous nonetheless." Jaime pressed diligently. Jeremy opened his mouth like he was sure he was going to respond to that, but closed his lips tightly and shook his head before heaving a sigh and sliding out of the bed. Jaime ignored his awfully cute butt as he wandered around the room looking for his clothes, and kept drilling him. "Of course, why you would be jealous of him is completely beyond me, plus, he's not going to be here forever. Eventually my aunt will come back and get him."

Jeremy stiffed at the mention of his "rival" and turned to look at her laboriously. "I'm not jealous." He repeated snippily before bending over and pulling on his pants. Jaime smiled cattily and brushed her finely manicured nail across her plump lips.

"No…" She said, drawing the "ooooo" part of the word out— just because she knew that annoyed him— while standing up and walking up behind him. "You're not jealous, then." She inched closer to him and let her warm breath tickle the back of his neck. He started to slow down in the zipping up of his pants, looking over his shoulder at her.

"You're just…" she continued, placing her nails at the tail of his spine and standing up on tip-toes so that her lips were brushing against his ear. "Covetous." She hissed and with that word, drew said nails up his back quickly so that goose bumps erupted all over his skin and he shuddered, hopping away from her indignantly.

"Jaime," he sighed in a troubled way, as he pulled over a chair from the corner and stood on it so that he could get his shirt untangled from the fan. "Grow up." He told her grouchily. Jaime gave a trilling giggle and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"…Says the sulking one." Jaime added onto the end of his sentence like a narrator. She turned around but knew that he was glaring at her again. Behind her, she heard a thump that was clearly him jumping down from the chair. She turned around and looked at a suddenly very close Jeremy.

"I just don't like the way he thinks you're his." He mumbled with a scowl off into space. Jaime giggled again and went onto the balls of her feet so that she could place a quick peck on his lips.

"Well, I'm not. I'm yours." She told him gently, before running her fingers through his hair and smiling largely. They turned away simultaneously and she pulled on her pajama shirt and flannel pants. She sat on the bed and continued to watch Jeremy wrestle with his shirt and the fan.

Suddenly, behind the door, there was a soft mewling sound and a thump on the door.

Jaime looked over and quickly stood up, rushing over and opening it. "Hey, you!" She squealed, bending down and scooping up the large tabby tom cat as he purred and rubbed his face all over hers. Behind her she heard Jeremy growl. The cat stopped and looked at him angrily.

"Get that thing out of here." Jeremy snarled, glaring daggers at the cat, who hissed in return.

"Fine, jeeze." Jaime grumbled. "Cat hater."

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