Jhondie
"I really appreciate how much you helped out with Mom," I said to Mr. Carter over tiramisu.
"Quite alright," he replied. "I understand what it's like." Mom had gone on a date last week for the first time since Dad died. She had started teaching at a local school, and one of the other teachers, a divorced man in his early forties, had asked her out. She wasn't going to go, but her and Mr. Carter had talked and she decided to go. She had become friendly with Justin's dad over the last couple of months, so she had listened to him and ended up having a pretty good time on her date. I was okay with the thought of her dating, and that was helping Kayla deal with it too.
Mr. Carter checked his watch. "Well, looks like George should be done by now," he commented. Apparently Mr. O'Malley was really going to need a drink after this evening. Mr. Carter and Justin had told me some about Denise's family, and it wasn't pretty. Her mother had remarried to the Honorable Senator Phillip Martin of Massachusetts and now considered herself the proper Senator's wife, and liked to pretend that her ex didn't exist. I could understand a lot more about Denise now, not that I was going to forgive her behavior, but it was a little more understandable.
"Are we going to see you back at the hotel?" Justin asked.
"I'm probably going to be late," came the answer. He smirked. "You two have any plans?" he asked with meaning, just to tease Justin. Justin immediately blushed again. He was so adorable.
"We were planning on going out for a while," I replied.
Justin smiled at that. "I figured since we're going to see the worst that Boston has to offer tomorrow, I should show her some of the finer things tonight." We all laughed. I was planning on seeing some of the finer things tonight all right.
Justin
Sometimes it's really annoying when your girlfriend never gets tired and never sleeps. We didn't get back to the hotel until midnight, and she wasn't tired at all. Not even a little jetlagged. I finally had to beg her to leave the club we were at. She gave in when I promised her that she could catch the wedding bouquet tomorrow. There was this one guy at the club who had hit on her a few times and he tried to get her to stay and "party with the real men". She would have done something about it, but I simply stood up, and let him know the lady was well occupied. The guy realized I was a hell of a lot bigger than him and decided to leave Jhondie alone. Wise decision.
We went back to the hotel, and Jhondie teased me about not being sure if she should be impressed by my defense of her, or upset by my "knuckle dragging testosterone-fueled display of possessiveness." I reminded her that she wasn't always upset at testosterone-fueled events, and as a matter of fact she was quite vocal on her enjoyment of them. The cab driver started laughing and she sank down in her seat. She had the grace to admit when she was beaten. Well, not really, but she knew when to shut up.
We went back to the hotel and from the do not disturb sign on the door, I could tell Dad was back in his room. I took a quick shower and lay down expecting Jhondie to be up and running around for a while still. I would have loved to get something started with her, but I was way too tired. Unfortunately, us mere mortals tire easily. She was flipping through the channels on the TV when I got out.
"You realize that there are roughly three hundred channels of crap here?" she commented, glancing over at me as I got into bed. The way her eyes followed me made me think that maybe I wasn't quite so tired after all.
"You know," she said with a smile, "I am a little jetlagged. I think I'll take a shower and lay down with you if you don't mind." Yeah, like I was going to complain about that. I really wasn't feeling quite as tired as I had been a few minutes before. She moved across the room into the bathroom knowing that I was watching her. I thought about dancing with her earlier, the way she moved like no other woman in the world, the way she felt against my body. Calm down. She was going to be out soon.
To distract myself, I grabbed a magazine that I had been reading on the plane. It helped seeing that kind of garbage in print. Jesus, what a bunch of self-serving hypocrisy. Hey, look, the entire country is in a depression, but according to this, we are all fine. Nobody should even think about armed guards at city checkpoints, and needing sector passes. This was fluff, pure and simple. I swear, if I ever have the resources to create my own magazine, it would be founded on honesty and integrity, and there wouldn't be any of this…
The shower was off. Jhondie came out. She was wearing this burgundy satin and lace nightgown thing that just came down to her thighs. I blinked. She was still there. God, she was beautiful. I flipped my magazine onto the nightstand. Moral outrage on shoddy journalism could wait. It would still be there in the morning.
"Hmmm," she said with a smile, walking around to the other side of the bed. "Does this feel like a wedding night kind of things with the whole hotel and fancy nightgown of thing?" I had to laugh at that. This was the traditional set-up. Almost. She got into bed.
"I have to tell you something," she said sadly. "I'm afraid the shower is off limits for us."
I leaned towards her with a smirk. "I've never dropped you in there before have I?" She knew full well that I liked taking a shower with her, and not just because our first one was so memorable. Damn, it was memorable. There was just something about seeing her in the shower, the hot water running down her body that made her absolutely irresistible.
Her eyes met mine. "I couldn't hear your father singing in his shower before," she replied with a little shiver. "I know you probably wouldn't be able to hear it, but I can, and that is just not right."
I laughed at her pained expression. Okay, so hearing my father while trying to have fun in the bathroom would be the fastest way to kill the mood. I could see that. Hell, if I did hear him, I would certainly call it quits right then and there. "I guess I'll have to make sure that Dad isn't in the hotel room next to us on our wedding night," I laughed. She started laughing too, and then we both stopped suddenly, realizing what I had just said.
"I, uh, I meant…. you know…um," I stumbled, feeling like a world-class idiot. She stopped my stuttering with a long kiss, her hand gently caressing my face.
"I know what you meant," she said with a soft smile. That look was simply mesmerizing to me. I leaned forward and let my lips brush against hers. She looked away, seemingly a little embarrassed, but confessed anyways, "I can't say that I haven't ever thought about us like that."
"You know, a year ago, I would have run like hell hearing that from someone," I said. Our eyes met. "I'm still here, baby," I whispered. I may not have thought of us married per se, but there was no way I could even imagine living without her. She was my life.
We kissed again, and I pulled her down to the bed, running my hands over the soft material of the nightgown, the straps of the nightgown sliding down her arms almost by magic, satin material uncovering silken flesh. I loved hearing her soft little cries as I kissed her body, getting completely wrapped up in the feel and taste of her skin. There was something about Jhondie that made every time seem so natural and easy, yet still new and exciting. It was so easy to get caught up in her, in the passion of the moment, letting everything take it's own time and course until she tensed wildly, crying out in an intense climax and I could take my own pleasure in her.
We lay together afterwards quietly, just holding each other. Sometimes Jhondie would sleep after we made love, other times she would be totally reenergized and would be bouncing around. I liked it better when she slept. It was rare that I got to see her like that, and I liked watching her relax totally. She was awake this time, but still completely limp, stretched out over my body. I was already half-asleep, the events of the day finally catching up to me. Even being four hours behind, the long trip and physical exertion had worn me out, and holding Jhondie after sex was more relaxing than any sleeping pill ever invented.
"You going to go to sleep?" she whispered.
"You try to kill me then wonder if I am going to stay awake?" I replied. She giggled. "You going to sleep?"
She snuggled a little closer. "Not tired." Typical. "I just don't want to move."
I summoned the energy to drop a kiss onto the top of her head. "Then don't, my love."
"Buenas noches cariño," she said softly. I loved it when she spoke Spanish. She had a way of making the language seem so sensual when it flowed off of her tongue.
"Buenas noches mi corazón, mi vida," I replied, meaning every word of it. My heart, my life.
"I love you Justin," I heard her distantly.
"Love you too baby," I murmured and let sleep overwhelm me.
