A/N: All right, if everyone isn't happy by the time this chapter is over,
I'll hurt you. Oh, and this sort of a song type fanfic. Not that there's
much to the song that I know. However, I'm sure y'all will recognize it.
Chapter 11
Jesse sat in the window seat, watching Susannah. She had finally fallen asleep just moments ago.
He sighed, turning to gaze out the window. He hated to see Susannah cry, he really did. And he knew that, truly, she didn't deserve what he was doing to her. Back at the Agency, he had almost convinced himself that he didn't deserve her. Even as he had sat there in Father Dominic's office, though, he'd known that he wasn't doing the right thing. He didn't have to see the look on Susannah's face to know that.
Standing up, Jesse walked to the bed and stared down at Susannah. Her cheeks were still wet from her tears. He reached out his hand and gently touched her wet cheek.
Oh, Susannah..
Now don't you cry for me..
***
A/N: Hehe, yes, I am evil. Were you expecting something romantic?
***
He didn't want to hurt her, not really. It was the last thing he had ever wanted to do. He loved Susannah-he probably always had-but that didn't change the fact that he still had doubts. He wasn't perfect. He had fears and insecurities just like everyone else.
"How could you?" She'd demanded earlier that night. How could he indeed. Jesse only wanted to be with Susannah. He wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and do all the things he had always believed he'd never be able to do with a girl again. How could go on without her? How could he not be with her anymore? How could he pretend to not love her?
Jesse sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm scared," he admitted to Susannah's sleeping form. "I'm afraid of how you make me feel. I'm afraid that someday you'll stop loving me." He turned away, unable to look at her. "I hate hurting you, but-"
"Jesse?"
He turned back to stare down at Susannah, who was staring up at him through sleepy eyes. "You're awake," he said hesitantly.
She sat up. "You weren't talking softly enough," she said quietly. "Susannah, I-" Jesse touched her cheek again, looking down into her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything. I truly am."
"Jesse." Susannah sighed. "Listen to me, I'm never going to stop loving you, do you understand? I love you more than anything, I really do. That's never going to change." She put her arms around his neck. "I love you," she repeated, then pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.
Jesse's arms encircled her waist. He kissed her back urgently, not wanting to ever let go.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips. He pulled his head back and gazed down at her. "I want to be with you. I don't want to hurt you anymore. Please. . marry me, querida."
Susannah kissed him again, just as urgently.
It was all the answer he needed.
***
A week later, Jesse and I stood together in the church as Father Dominic conducted the ceremony. There was a small moment of tension when he said, "Till death do you part." The irony of the moment wasn't lost on any of us.
That night, if you must know-and I assume you must-was wonderful. Jesse was as gentle as could be, and I didn't want it to end.
Now, if you must know what precisely happened.... well, that's just none of your business now is it?
But I will tell you this much: It was even better the second time. And the third. And the fourth.. well, you get the point.
I come from Alabama..
With a banjo on my knee.
The End.
***
A/N: You're welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Chapter 11
Jesse sat in the window seat, watching Susannah. She had finally fallen asleep just moments ago.
He sighed, turning to gaze out the window. He hated to see Susannah cry, he really did. And he knew that, truly, she didn't deserve what he was doing to her. Back at the Agency, he had almost convinced himself that he didn't deserve her. Even as he had sat there in Father Dominic's office, though, he'd known that he wasn't doing the right thing. He didn't have to see the look on Susannah's face to know that.
Standing up, Jesse walked to the bed and stared down at Susannah. Her cheeks were still wet from her tears. He reached out his hand and gently touched her wet cheek.
Oh, Susannah..
Now don't you cry for me..
***
A/N: Hehe, yes, I am evil. Were you expecting something romantic?
***
He didn't want to hurt her, not really. It was the last thing he had ever wanted to do. He loved Susannah-he probably always had-but that didn't change the fact that he still had doubts. He wasn't perfect. He had fears and insecurities just like everyone else.
"How could you?" She'd demanded earlier that night. How could he indeed. Jesse only wanted to be with Susannah. He wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and do all the things he had always believed he'd never be able to do with a girl again. How could go on without her? How could he not be with her anymore? How could he pretend to not love her?
Jesse sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm scared," he admitted to Susannah's sleeping form. "I'm afraid of how you make me feel. I'm afraid that someday you'll stop loving me." He turned away, unable to look at her. "I hate hurting you, but-"
"Jesse?"
He turned back to stare down at Susannah, who was staring up at him through sleepy eyes. "You're awake," he said hesitantly.
She sat up. "You weren't talking softly enough," she said quietly. "Susannah, I-" Jesse touched her cheek again, looking down into her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything. I truly am."
"Jesse." Susannah sighed. "Listen to me, I'm never going to stop loving you, do you understand? I love you more than anything, I really do. That's never going to change." She put her arms around his neck. "I love you," she repeated, then pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.
Jesse's arms encircled her waist. He kissed her back urgently, not wanting to ever let go.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips. He pulled his head back and gazed down at her. "I want to be with you. I don't want to hurt you anymore. Please. . marry me, querida."
Susannah kissed him again, just as urgently.
It was all the answer he needed.
***
A week later, Jesse and I stood together in the church as Father Dominic conducted the ceremony. There was a small moment of tension when he said, "Till death do you part." The irony of the moment wasn't lost on any of us.
That night, if you must know-and I assume you must-was wonderful. Jesse was as gentle as could be, and I didn't want it to end.
Now, if you must know what precisely happened.... well, that's just none of your business now is it?
But I will tell you this much: It was even better the second time. And the third. And the fourth.. well, you get the point.
I come from Alabama..
With a banjo on my knee.
The End.
***
A/N: You're welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
