Susannah's POV
I sighed. There was a feeling in my gut that was bothering me. "What's wrong?" Jonah asked his voice full of concern. I shook my head and smiled at him reassuringly. He didn't buy it. "Susannah Marie Becker I know there's something wrong,"
I moved my hands back down from his neck to his chest and rested my head above them. It turned me on when he used my full name but I couldn't show him my smile because we'd embarrass ourselves in front of all of these people by trying to rip each others' clothes off. "I have a feeling, that something's going to go wrong," I admitted. I didn't look up but I could feel him exhale.
"What do you mean?" he asked gently. His arms held me tighter and I moved mine around him. He started to walk us to the dance floor and I let him. It would look strange if we were just hugging in the middle of the tables. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, it's just a feeling. It's probably nothing," I was mainly trying to reassure myself. Of course it was nothing. "I guess everything's just been perfect lately and I'm waiting for something to go wrong,"
He pushed me away a little and looked at my face. He could see the sadness, the void in my heart. He squeezed my hips slightly and I rolled my eyes. "I'm here with you, you're whole family is here and we love you. And no matter how it seems nothing is perfect. I mean take those bloody stairs,"
I giggled and pulled myself closer to him. He laughed with me and we swayed to the slow music. I got an idea then. I stood on my tiptoes, though a fat lot of good that did because I was already five inches taller in these heels but there was still a significant height difference, and whispered into his ear. "Is there a secret room here?"
I pulled away and his eyes widened. I raised my eyebrows suggestively and he reached around his back and grabbed one of my hands before gently pulling me towards where the kitchens were. We moved quickly through the chefs who were preparing a variety of meats and vegetables and through to a loading dock. We turned left and found ourselves in front of some stairs, which weren't absurdly steep, and he lifted me with ease and carried me to the top into a hallway. We stopped in front of a room and he put me down whilst he fiddled around in his pockets. I leaned against the wall and placed my hands on his tie before pulling him towards me. He pushed me firmly against the wall and we kissed tenderly before my need for him took over. I moved my hands to his neck and his moved under my legs before picking me up and propping me back against the wall. I used this as another way to pull him closer and wrapped my legs tighter around him.
"Ouch," he complained before dropping my left leg. "Is that your gun?" I smiled and unwrapped my right leg from his waist. We were terribly close and I used this to my advantage. I trailed my right hand down his torso and then down my leg before removing my gun and dropping it on the floor. "That was-"
I stopped his words with my mouth and he lifted me again. I gripped his hair in my hands as he moved his lips to the soft spot below my ear and groaned in pleasure. This made me giggle and he captured my mouth with his, not caring that he wasn't being gentle I exerted the same amount of force. I started to slip and he gripped at my thighs and pushed me up. A soft moan escaped from my diaphragm and I clung to him more. I pushed off his dinner jacket and he let it fall to the floor whilst I untucked his shirt. I began the process of unbuttoning it when I heard someone gasp in the direction of the stairs. I turned my head towards the noise as Jonah's lips moved back down to my ear before I noticed that it was Lucy. I pushed Jonah a little before jumping down from his waist and wiping my lips.
"I'm so sorry," she insisted, her back to us. I giggled at the shock on Jonah's face and turned to her.
"Don't worry about it," I said as I bent down and picked up Jonah's jacket and my gun. "Did you want something?" I asked handing the jacket to him. He delved into one of the pockets and pulled out some keys.
"Il pacchetto é arrivato," Jonah's head shot up from the lock on the door and he smiled. He nodded at her and she turned to leave before he stopped her.
"Sarò lì in un minuto, basta assicurarsi che rimane dov'è fino a quando io do la parola," he told her. She stopped and turned to smile then disappeared down the stairs.
"What package?" I asked. He winked at me, forgetting that I spoke a little Italian. "You already gave me this watch, which I love by the way," I told him before kissing him again. "I swear you're starting to make me feel guilty, I haven't gotten you anything,"
"I have you and that's all I need," he said as he buttoned up his shirt. "And it's not necessarily a surprise just for you,"
"I hate surprises," I reminded him. He pulled up his tie and shimmied back into his jacket and smiled at me. He looked just as perfect as he had post-make-out session. "Dashing,"
He gave up on the door and pushed me against the wall again, his lips just millimetres away from mine. "What did I do to deserve you?"
I kissed him tenderly then pulled away putting the same gap between us, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. "Must have been something terrible," I replied with a smile. He kissed me again then took my gun from my hand and placed it back in the holster, running his fingers up my thigh in the process. "Now that was cruel,"
AN : Okay, there's some Italian in here that i'm just about to explain. She speaks another language because she doesn't want Susie to know what's going on. Susannah was learning Italian as a surpirse for her and Jonah's honeymoon but she knew some words anyway.
Rough Translations :
"Il pacchetto é arrivato," - "The package has arrived,"
"Sarò lì in un minuto, basta assicurarsi che rimane dov'è fino a quando io do la parola," - "I'll be there in a minute, just make sure it stays there until i give word,"