A/N: Ok, well...there are kinda mixed emotions about a Suze/Jesse lemon...but I decided to take a chance. So I've posted my lame excuse for a lemon. Heed the rating if you plan on reading it, but if you don't, just skip down to where you see the stars (******)...that's where the lemon ends, and something kind of important happens.
Sorry, Rain. You were hysterical in your review. Kind of scared me...^_^'
Oh...and one more thing...if anybody has an issue with Jesse's, um..."untamed"...behavior, all I can say is that it has to do with some of Paul rubbing off onto him when he was possessed...Jesse sort of explains it a little in this chappy (after the stars).
Ok...my first lemon ever...
Angel Wings-Chapter 7
This was too unreal. Just like all those fantasies I've been having ever since I first met Jesse. Except way better, because it was actually happening. Jesse was acting way different than he normally did, but I decided I wouldn't question. Not yet. Now, I was too busy.
"Susannah-" Jesse's muffled voice interrupted my thoughts. "Um-"
I looked down, and blushed as I realized I was holding Jesse's head to my chest in what must have been a crushing embrace. "Sorry," I said, quickly letting him go.
Great. We hadn't even begun any real foreplay and I was already making a fool of myself.
Jesse laughed quietly. "Susannah-um, have you ever done this before?"
I blinked, then blushed again. I was going to be blushing a lot, I realized. "No. Have you?"
"Well, I haven't done it in over a hundred and fifty years."
"Oh," I said. So he has done it. Funny, the way he's always acted-before now, I mean-I wouldn't have thought that.
Jesse just kind of watched me, studying my face with a slight frown. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Susannah? I mean-"
"Oh, god, Jesse!" Yeah, now he was acting more like the normal Jesse. Just when I was starting to like this new more wild side. "Fine, if you're scared, I'll do it, for Christ's sake!"
Jesse's eyes widened as I pushed him over onto his back, getting on top of him and straddling him. "Susannah-"
"Shut up," I said, and pushed my mouth onto his. For a second he was unresponsive, then he finally seemed to get into it and he wrapped his arms around my waist. There, that was more like it. I moved my tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth, and our tongues started doing the tango. This wasn't anything I hadn't done with him already. My hands were a different story. They were currently working his shirt up over his head. Jesse broke the kiss long enough to help me pull the shirt off. He threw it carelessly onto the floor, then grabbed my face and pulled me back down to him with a ferocity that surprised me. I smiled against his lips, and rubbed my chest against his as my hands started exploring the ridges between his abs, tickling him and scraping my nails playfully across his muscles.
It was when I brought my hands lower and started tugging at the hem of his pants that he decided to take control. With one swift motion, he flipped us back over, so he was on top. Then he just kind of lied on top of me and smiled down at me in a way that seemed to say, "I'm in control here, not you." I glared up at him.
"Are you going to do anything, or are you just gonna look at me all night?"
Jesse's smile widened. "I was just thinking about evening up the score a bit."
"Wha-"
Then he reached down, took my pajama top in his hand, and ripped it off. That's it. He just completely destroyed my top. And I do not wear any bras to bed. So, with an angry gasp, I folded my arms over my breasts. "You-you-I liked that top, you-"
I was blushing again.
I hate myself.
"What's the matter, Susannah?" Jesse said, his eyes sparkling as he flung my top onto the floor. "I thought you wanted to do this. You look nervous, now."
"I am not!" I said stubbornly.
"We'll see," he said with a grin, and he brought his eyes down to my chest. "Oh, we can't have that, now," and with what looked like very little effort, he pried my arms away from my chest.
"Hey!" I said, trying to pull my arms away from his iron grip. He stared at my breasts, and my blush deepened when I saw him lick my lips.
"Did you think we were going to keep our clothes on?" he said in a distracted manner as he pinned my arms over my head. God, this was starting to feel like some kind of rated X ####### movie.
And I loved it. Am I sick, or what?
That was when Jesse lowered his head to my chest, and hesitantly licked one of my nipples. I gasped-it felt like a bolt of electricity had run through my entire body. "Oh, she likes it," I heard him mutter, before he closed his mouth over my nipple, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head from the sensations he was creating. Somewhere in the back of my head I registered that the moaning sounds were coming from me, but it didn't matter to me. I could feel one of Jesse's hands slithering down my stomach, then I realized both of his hands were still holding mine. God, it must have been that mind *sex thing, because I was pretty sure he didn't have three hands.
Then I felt the hand that wasn't really there brush across my you-know-what, despite the fact that I still had my pants on. "Jesse!" I gasped loudly. Jesse lifted his head from my chest, looking at me with concern in his eyes.
"Second thoughts?" he asked.
"No freakin way!" I said, and an evil grin erupted across his face.
"Ok, then…"
The invisible fingers brushed again across me, and I sucked in my breath sharply. Jesse just watched as I started to squirm, the fingers were now probing carefully. Then one of them flicked across my ####, and I screamed as another one of those electric-bolt sensations shuddered through my body again.
"Oh, god," I gasped. "They'll wake up-"
"Don't worry about that," he said with a smile, and he lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing me gently there, and let go of my hands. I immediately wrapped them around his broad shoulders, scraping my nails across his muscular back. He growled softly and began making his way down my body, leaving a trail of soft kisses. Excitement was welling in my stomach…I knew what he was about to do…
He stopped momentarily at my navel, dipping in his tongue, and making me give another gasp. Then he lifted himself up and looked into my eyes. I gave him an encouraging smile and he put both of his hands at the hem of my pants, slowly lowering them…
"What the hell is this?" he said suddenly. "They barely cover you!"
"What?" I sat up slightly, and realized he was looking at my panties. I snickered. "It's called a thong. And I'm sure you've never seen them before. Back when you were alive the women were probably wearing knickers or something."
Jesse gave me a look that told me I'd better shut up, and I giggled. "You haven't even seen the back of it."
"What's on the back?" he asked, genuinely curious, his eyebrows furrowing.
I rolled my eyes and flipped over onto my stomach. I heard his sharp intake of breath, and he flipped me back over. His eyes were bugging out. "Th-those aren't very appropriate for a young woman to wear…" he whispered.
"Well, get used to them," I told him.
He gave me a smirk. "Yeah, I guess I could get used to them…" He lowered them, rather carefully, I noticed. I guess he did like them.
So now I was completely naked. Jesse sat back on his haunches, and just kind of looked at me. My face was burning again, and I couldn't bring myself to look at his face. I was sure he'd have some kind of disappointed expression on his face. I mean, my body was nothing compared to his. My chest wasn't big enough to be pleasing, and I wasn't nearly as curvy as J Lo or any of them. Even though I was now eighteen, I didn't look much different from when I was fifteen. Which really sucked.
"Susannah," he said softly, and his voice was broken. I chanced a look at his face. It was completely emotionless, except that his eyes were shining…
"Yes?" I said nervously.
"You…are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
For a moment she looked at me like I was crazy, then a slow smile spread across her face.
"Um, thanks…" she said, her face flushing adorably.
God, I could barely control myself. This was taking all of my willpower.
"Now, where was I…" I said in the silkiest purr I could summon. I noticed her shiver in anticipation as I slowly lowered myself to her beckoning womanhood. I first kissed her inner thighs. Above me, I could hear her ragged breathing. With a smirk, I blew on her soft curls. She squealed and tried to snap her thighs shut, but I was ready, and I caught them, pushing them apart.
"That tickled!" she complained in a teasing voice.
This woman was going to be the end of me, I thought as I felt my already engorged manhood strain painfully against my pants. The funny thing was, these pants were actually two sizes too big when Bianca gave them to me.
I flicked my tongue out against her. As soon as I did, she gasped and tried to close her thighs again. "Quit that," I said in mock annoyance.
"I can't help it! It's too-"
I silenced her by putting my mouth on her. She arched her back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. God, she tasted so sweet. She was more than ready for me.
I continued teasing her with my tongue for some minutes, though it was becoming annoyingly difficult with her bucking her hips like that. Like riding a bronco. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the
thought. Susannah fell onto the bed, panting, as my mouth left her.
"Wha-what's so-funny-" she said breathlessly. "Why-did you-stop?"
I chuckled. "Ah, nothing," I said with a smile at her.
She glared at me. "Well, thanks a bunch! I was just about to have my first-" She stopped and blushed again.
I climbed back over her body, and kissed her deeply. She moaned softly. "Your first what, querida?" I said.
Her blush only deepened. "You know…" She didn't seem able to meet my eyes. "This isn't fair, Jesse," she said suddenly. "Here I am, completely naked, and you still have your pants on."
For the first time, I felt a blush creeping onto my face. "Yes, you're right. That's not very fair."
She smirked at me, noticing my blush. "Ooh, so you're not as confident as you appear!"
I didn't say anything. Wordlessly, I sat up, and undid the zipper of my pants. Not bothering to look seductive at all, I quickly pushed them down and kicked them off, avoiding her eyes the whole time. For some reason, I was getting more and more embarrassed.
He seemed nervous for some reason as he took off the leather pants. He wouldn't look me in the eye. Now all that separated me from-well, from *sex-was Jesse's boxers.
As he made no move to come back on top of me, or to take off the boxers, I sat up as well. This was it. The big moment. For some reason, I felt like I was in a sappy romance novel. It did seem to be almost too good to be real. The whole thing. And Jesse still wasn't acting quite normal, I had to say. But I wasn't minding that just yet.
"Jesse," I said softly.
He looked down at me. "What?"
"Um…may I…?" I glanced down at his boxers for a split second. I hoped I wasn't imagining the huge bulge down there.
Jesse smiled. Not trying to be seductive or anything, but just a genuine smile. A nervous smile.
"Of course, Susannah," he said in a strangely calm
voice.
I brought my slightly trembling hands to the hem of his boxers. Ok, Suze. Deep breath. Deep breath. It's only Jesse. Calm down. Oh, *shit, I'm about to take off Jesse's boxers-oh god, oh god, oh god-
"Um, do you need help, Susannah?" Jesse said. He was smiling at me, his arms folded over his chest. "I think you're more nervous than I am," he remarked. I suddenly remembered that he could hear all my thoughts. So, yeah, he would know.
"Um, no, I think I can manage…" I said, blushing again.
OH GOD, CAN I JUST PLEASE STOP BLUSHING?!
Then an evil little urge came from deep inside me, and I tightened my grip on his boxers, and with a burst of strength that seemed to come from nowhere, I ripped his boxers off in much the way he had done to my shirt.
And I just stared. His ripped boxers fell from my hands. I had to say, I think I was in shock. He was HUGE. Not that I've seen other naked guys, but I could tell.
HOW THE HELL WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO FIT INSIDE ME?!
And then all I could say was… "Whoa."
How embarrassing.
My hands were still trembling as I reached out to touch it. The moment my fingers brushed against it, Jesse's entire body shuddered, and he groaned. I closed my hand over it. It felt so soft and yet hard-like velvet over steel. (A/N: I stole that line from a million other fics ^_^)
I slowly started moving my hand up and down over it. Jesse started making deep, guttural sounds, and I could feel myself wet all over again as I listened to him. I watched in fascination, still moving my hand, as he closed his eyes and continued to shudder, muttering the occasional "querida", and various other things. I could feel something building up inside him. I quickened my hand, and Jesse made a growling sound, and grabbed my hand, stopping me. He was panting loudly, but there was a satisfied glint in his eye.
"Do you like what you see?" he said in a deep voice nothing like his usual voice.
I swallowed. "Um-yeah, it's really…big…"
"Good," he said, and he pounced on me. That's the only way to describe it. He just pounced on me, pinning me down on the bed. "I'm sick of foreplay," he said. "Are you ready for me?"
"Um…yeah…" I said in a very small voice. He looked at me, and there was that fire in his eyes again.
"I'll start slow, ok Susannah? I'll be gentle…"
I nodded mutely, and took a deep breath. I knew enough to understand that it would be painful. I steadied myself as I felt him at my entrance, and squeezed my eyes shut.
Deep breath. Deep Breath. You can deal with this. Deep breath.
He began inching his way into me slowly, getting me used to his size. Then he was at my barrier. "Susannah, this is your last chance. Are you sure you want to give yourself to me…?"
I swallowed again, and opened my eyes. I lifted my hand up to his cheek. "Yes, Jesse. You're the only one I'd ever give myself to."
Something flickered in his eyes, and in one swift motion, he pushed through the final barrier.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Jesse was silent, holding himself still inside of me.
Was this what I've been dreaming of? This unbelievable pain that was ripping through my body? I couldn't even breathe! This was horrible!
Then, little by little, the horrible pain began to subside. It still stung, though. I finally let out the breath I had been holding, and tears I hadn't even known were there spilled out from my eyes. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes again, then looked up at Jesse and gave him a weak smile. He was watching me with a pained expression on his face. "It's ok," I said. "I'm ok…"
I began a slow thrust into me, and I gasped in surprise. The pain immediately stopped, and there was a butterfly sensation growing in the pit of my stomach. He began thrusting a little bit harder.
"Oh, god," I said, staring at his well-toned chest.
"I'll take it that the pain is gone," Jesse said quietly, still thrusting carefully into me.
"Y-yeah…" I said breathlessly. It was starting to get hard to think-the feeling in my stomach was turning into a warm, slightly ticklish glow.
"Then I guess its time to play," he said with a grin, and without warning, he pushed me down even further into the bed, and began slamming into me with unhindered desire.
"Oh-my--*fucking-GOD!" I screamed as the intense pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. I was lost. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I howled-actually howled-and started thrusting up towards to meet him, my only goal to get him as deep as possible. Above me, he was groaning, I was moaning (A/N: Hey, that rhymes!), and the world around me was disappearing. All that mattered was this incredible, intense feeling of euphoria…Jesse was going so fast now, it was hard to keep up with him…somewhere far away, I could hear myself screaming, but I didn't care…I was flying, this feeling was so wonderful it hurt…
I could feel myself lifting slowly, still latched onto Jesse, thrusting for all I was worth…there was a familiar feeling erupting through me, light was flashing through the room…my sides were burning like there was some kind of rash, but I didn't care…I only cared about this feeling that was building up deep inside of me…
And then the world exploded. I arched my back, clawing at Jesse's back, drawing blood. It happened to Jesse at the same time. We were both screaming, riding the waves of this horribly intense, incredible experience…the room was spinning, I was blind to everything except the feeling…my legs were wrapped around Jesse waist, and-
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, as everything shook and turned upside down, this was going to kill me, I just knew it-and finally I fell limp in Jesse's arms, after what seemed like hours of riding those waves of painful pleasure, completely exhausted. Jesse made one final, mind-blowing thrust, and came inside me.
Then we were just holding onto each other, unable to speak, barely able to breathe. I couldn't believe what had just happened. This was a dream. It had to be. Some incredible, extremely realistic dream.
I don't know how long we were there, holding onto each other. It seemed like hours. But when I finally lifted my head and looked at the clock, it only read 3:07 PM. I felt so weak…if it hadn't been for Jesse holding onto me, I would have fallen to the floor-
Wait a second.
What was happening here? Jesse and I-we were floating-
I looked up at Jesse. He was also looking around, just as confused as I was.
Then I saw them. My wings. And Jesse's wings. My eyes widened. I was covered in my blindingly white light, and Jesse had a dark aura surrounding him, not unlike Paul's. And there were my wings, arched high above me…and there were Jesse's wings, folded protectively around us, like a cocoon. They were considerably larger than mine, and mine were pretty big. And they weren't white like mine…they were black. Very, very black. The air around us was crackling with some kind of electricity-a mixture of light and darkness, I realized. The room seemed to be covered in ever-shifting shadows, spotted by blinding flashes of light. I looked back at Jesse. He was watching me with a smirk. He leaned in and kissed me gently on the forehead. Then he looked into my eyes.
"Did you enjoy that?" he said.
I smiled. "Hell yeah!"
"Good," he said, with a small thrust-he was still inside me, I realized. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
And then it began all over again.
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"Are you going to leave again?" I asked quietly.
"Of course not," Jesse said. "Though things will be different than before."
"Obviously."
"Not just because of what happened last night, Susannah. Also…well, I'm not exactly dead anymore…"
"Yeah, I noticed that… Does that mean we can be…you know…a normal couple?"
Jesse tightened his grip on me. "…I think so."
I smiled and snuggled into his embrace. We were out on the roof outside my room, watching the sun come up. Jesse had his pants on, but I just had the sheet wrapped around me. The morning was cool, clear, and breezy. It was going to be another gorgeous summer day.
"Jesse?" I said, suddenly remembering, "Um…you weren't acting like you normally do last night…I mean…usually you wouldn't do that…out of, um…wedlock, ya know…"
"Well, Susannah…I did do it out of wedlock once before…" He trailed off, and I could tell he was embarrassed, admitting that. "…but you're right, I am different…"
"But…why? Is it…the thing with Paul…?"
"I believe I do have some of Paul in me now. As much as I hate the bastard…perhaps that's why I'm a bit…odd…"
"You're not 'odd', Jesse. You're just a bit-ok, very out of character…"
He chuckled. "Yes, well. I hope you don't mind it then, because I kind of enjoy this rebellious streak inside of me. I just feel like…breaking some rules. But…I'm not a different person, Susannah…"
I noticed a note of anxiety in the way he said that, almost like he was wondering if I would toss him away for being a little different…
"I love you, Jesse," I whispered.
Jesse's grip on me tightened. "Thank you, Susannah…"
"For what?"
"For accepting me. I'm so sorry I had to leave you. And…I hope you didn't feel like I was forcing myself on you, last night…it's just…I can't explain it…"
I smiled. "Jesse, I had to force myself on you a few times, in case you don't remember…"
He buried his face in my hair. Thank god I washed it last night. "Yes, you did. You…you are a beautiful person…I promise you, Susannah, that no matter what…I will always protect you…"
I snuggled deeper into his embrace, and we sat like that for a few minutes on the roof, and I had a sudden feeling of déjà vu…except that two years ago, we were watching the sunset…and now we were watching the sunrise…
"Susannah…querida…um, I'd like to ask you something…"
I turned in his arms. He looked nervous for some reason. "What is it?"
He bit his bottom lip, and looked into my eyes. With the rising sun shining directly at his face, I noticed that his almost-black eyes had flecks of red and gold. He had beautiful eyes.
"Um…when all this clears up…when we're able to settle down together…will you, um…" He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small black box. "Might as well do this properly," he said quietly.
He lifted a very confused me out of his lap, and stood us up. Then he got down on one knee in front of me, holding out the black box to me.
My mouth went dry as I started to recognize the classic position.
He took a deep breath. "Susannah," he opened the box, revealing a ring with a beautiful golden-red stone that glowed from some light within it. I had
never seen a stone like that in my life, and I was sure
it wasn't from earth. "…will you marry me?"
I was completely speechless as he slipped the ring onto my finger, and looked back up into my eyes, waiting. I looked down at the stone on my finger, then back at Jesse, and my face erupted into a smile.
"Oh my god-YES!!!!!!!"
I flew into Jesse's arms and we fell over, laughing and crying and planting kisses all over each other's faces.
It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
It was Jesse and I, and the sun rising on our new life together.
A/N: Well, I hated it. Oh, well. You know, I always marveled at how Meg Cabot could describe all the male characters in her stories as "hot" and "sexy", and yet make it so difficult to write a lemon about them...well, REVIEW, and give me the cold, hard truth about what you thought about this chappy, please.
TTFN
Sorry, Rain. You were hysterical in your review. Kind of scared me...^_^'
Oh...and one more thing...if anybody has an issue with Jesse's, um..."untamed"...behavior, all I can say is that it has to do with some of Paul rubbing off onto him when he was possessed...Jesse sort of explains it a little in this chappy (after the stars).
Ok...my first lemon ever...
Angel Wings-Chapter 7
This was too unreal. Just like all those fantasies I've been having ever since I first met Jesse. Except way better, because it was actually happening. Jesse was acting way different than he normally did, but I decided I wouldn't question. Not yet. Now, I was too busy.
"Susannah-" Jesse's muffled voice interrupted my thoughts. "Um-"
I looked down, and blushed as I realized I was holding Jesse's head to my chest in what must have been a crushing embrace. "Sorry," I said, quickly letting him go.
Great. We hadn't even begun any real foreplay and I was already making a fool of myself.
Jesse laughed quietly. "Susannah-um, have you ever done this before?"
I blinked, then blushed again. I was going to be blushing a lot, I realized. "No. Have you?"
"Well, I haven't done it in over a hundred and fifty years."
"Oh," I said. So he has done it. Funny, the way he's always acted-before now, I mean-I wouldn't have thought that.
Jesse just kind of watched me, studying my face with a slight frown. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Susannah? I mean-"
"Oh, god, Jesse!" Yeah, now he was acting more like the normal Jesse. Just when I was starting to like this new more wild side. "Fine, if you're scared, I'll do it, for Christ's sake!"
Jesse's eyes widened as I pushed him over onto his back, getting on top of him and straddling him. "Susannah-"
"Shut up," I said, and pushed my mouth onto his. For a second he was unresponsive, then he finally seemed to get into it and he wrapped his arms around my waist. There, that was more like it. I moved my tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth, and our tongues started doing the tango. This wasn't anything I hadn't done with him already. My hands were a different story. They were currently working his shirt up over his head. Jesse broke the kiss long enough to help me pull the shirt off. He threw it carelessly onto the floor, then grabbed my face and pulled me back down to him with a ferocity that surprised me. I smiled against his lips, and rubbed my chest against his as my hands started exploring the ridges between his abs, tickling him and scraping my nails playfully across his muscles.
It was when I brought my hands lower and started tugging at the hem of his pants that he decided to take control. With one swift motion, he flipped us back over, so he was on top. Then he just kind of lied on top of me and smiled down at me in a way that seemed to say, "I'm in control here, not you." I glared up at him.
"Are you going to do anything, or are you just gonna look at me all night?"
Jesse's smile widened. "I was just thinking about evening up the score a bit."
"Wha-"
Then he reached down, took my pajama top in his hand, and ripped it off. That's it. He just completely destroyed my top. And I do not wear any bras to bed. So, with an angry gasp, I folded my arms over my breasts. "You-you-I liked that top, you-"
I was blushing again.
I hate myself.
"What's the matter, Susannah?" Jesse said, his eyes sparkling as he flung my top onto the floor. "I thought you wanted to do this. You look nervous, now."
"I am not!" I said stubbornly.
"We'll see," he said with a grin, and he brought his eyes down to my chest. "Oh, we can't have that, now," and with what looked like very little effort, he pried my arms away from my chest.
"Hey!" I said, trying to pull my arms away from his iron grip. He stared at my breasts, and my blush deepened when I saw him lick my lips.
"Did you think we were going to keep our clothes on?" he said in a distracted manner as he pinned my arms over my head. God, this was starting to feel like some kind of rated X ####### movie.
And I loved it. Am I sick, or what?
That was when Jesse lowered his head to my chest, and hesitantly licked one of my nipples. I gasped-it felt like a bolt of electricity had run through my entire body. "Oh, she likes it," I heard him mutter, before he closed his mouth over my nipple, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head from the sensations he was creating. Somewhere in the back of my head I registered that the moaning sounds were coming from me, but it didn't matter to me. I could feel one of Jesse's hands slithering down my stomach, then I realized both of his hands were still holding mine. God, it must have been that mind *sex thing, because I was pretty sure he didn't have three hands.
Then I felt the hand that wasn't really there brush across my you-know-what, despite the fact that I still had my pants on. "Jesse!" I gasped loudly. Jesse lifted his head from my chest, looking at me with concern in his eyes.
"Second thoughts?" he asked.
"No freakin way!" I said, and an evil grin erupted across his face.
"Ok, then…"
The invisible fingers brushed again across me, and I sucked in my breath sharply. Jesse just watched as I started to squirm, the fingers were now probing carefully. Then one of them flicked across my ####, and I screamed as another one of those electric-bolt sensations shuddered through my body again.
"Oh, god," I gasped. "They'll wake up-"
"Don't worry about that," he said with a smile, and he lowered his mouth to my neck, kissing me gently there, and let go of my hands. I immediately wrapped them around his broad shoulders, scraping my nails across his muscular back. He growled softly and began making his way down my body, leaving a trail of soft kisses. Excitement was welling in my stomach…I knew what he was about to do…
He stopped momentarily at my navel, dipping in his tongue, and making me give another gasp. Then he lifted himself up and looked into my eyes. I gave him an encouraging smile and he put both of his hands at the hem of my pants, slowly lowering them…
"What the hell is this?" he said suddenly. "They barely cover you!"
"What?" I sat up slightly, and realized he was looking at my panties. I snickered. "It's called a thong. And I'm sure you've never seen them before. Back when you were alive the women were probably wearing knickers or something."
Jesse gave me a look that told me I'd better shut up, and I giggled. "You haven't even seen the back of it."
"What's on the back?" he asked, genuinely curious, his eyebrows furrowing.
I rolled my eyes and flipped over onto my stomach. I heard his sharp intake of breath, and he flipped me back over. His eyes were bugging out. "Th-those aren't very appropriate for a young woman to wear…" he whispered.
"Well, get used to them," I told him.
He gave me a smirk. "Yeah, I guess I could get used to them…" He lowered them, rather carefully, I noticed. I guess he did like them.
So now I was completely naked. Jesse sat back on his haunches, and just kind of looked at me. My face was burning again, and I couldn't bring myself to look at his face. I was sure he'd have some kind of disappointed expression on his face. I mean, my body was nothing compared to his. My chest wasn't big enough to be pleasing, and I wasn't nearly as curvy as J Lo or any of them. Even though I was now eighteen, I didn't look much different from when I was fifteen. Which really sucked.
"Susannah," he said softly, and his voice was broken. I chanced a look at his face. It was completely emotionless, except that his eyes were shining…
"Yes?" I said nervously.
"You…are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
For a moment she looked at me like I was crazy, then a slow smile spread across her face.
"Um, thanks…" she said, her face flushing adorably.
God, I could barely control myself. This was taking all of my willpower.
"Now, where was I…" I said in the silkiest purr I could summon. I noticed her shiver in anticipation as I slowly lowered myself to her beckoning womanhood. I first kissed her inner thighs. Above me, I could hear her ragged breathing. With a smirk, I blew on her soft curls. She squealed and tried to snap her thighs shut, but I was ready, and I caught them, pushing them apart.
"That tickled!" she complained in a teasing voice.
This woman was going to be the end of me, I thought as I felt my already engorged manhood strain painfully against my pants. The funny thing was, these pants were actually two sizes too big when Bianca gave them to me.
I flicked my tongue out against her. As soon as I did, she gasped and tried to close her thighs again. "Quit that," I said in mock annoyance.
"I can't help it! It's too-"
I silenced her by putting my mouth on her. She arched her back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. God, she tasted so sweet. She was more than ready for me.
I continued teasing her with my tongue for some minutes, though it was becoming annoyingly difficult with her bucking her hips like that. Like riding a bronco. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the
thought. Susannah fell onto the bed, panting, as my mouth left her.
"Wha-what's so-funny-" she said breathlessly. "Why-did you-stop?"
I chuckled. "Ah, nothing," I said with a smile at her.
She glared at me. "Well, thanks a bunch! I was just about to have my first-" She stopped and blushed again.
I climbed back over her body, and kissed her deeply. She moaned softly. "Your first what, querida?" I said.
Her blush only deepened. "You know…" She didn't seem able to meet my eyes. "This isn't fair, Jesse," she said suddenly. "Here I am, completely naked, and you still have your pants on."
For the first time, I felt a blush creeping onto my face. "Yes, you're right. That's not very fair."
She smirked at me, noticing my blush. "Ooh, so you're not as confident as you appear!"
I didn't say anything. Wordlessly, I sat up, and undid the zipper of my pants. Not bothering to look seductive at all, I quickly pushed them down and kicked them off, avoiding her eyes the whole time. For some reason, I was getting more and more embarrassed.
He seemed nervous for some reason as he took off the leather pants. He wouldn't look me in the eye. Now all that separated me from-well, from *sex-was Jesse's boxers.
As he made no move to come back on top of me, or to take off the boxers, I sat up as well. This was it. The big moment. For some reason, I felt like I was in a sappy romance novel. It did seem to be almost too good to be real. The whole thing. And Jesse still wasn't acting quite normal, I had to say. But I wasn't minding that just yet.
"Jesse," I said softly.
He looked down at me. "What?"
"Um…may I…?" I glanced down at his boxers for a split second. I hoped I wasn't imagining the huge bulge down there.
Jesse smiled. Not trying to be seductive or anything, but just a genuine smile. A nervous smile.
"Of course, Susannah," he said in a strangely calm
voice.
I brought my slightly trembling hands to the hem of his boxers. Ok, Suze. Deep breath. Deep breath. It's only Jesse. Calm down. Oh, *shit, I'm about to take off Jesse's boxers-oh god, oh god, oh god-
"Um, do you need help, Susannah?" Jesse said. He was smiling at me, his arms folded over his chest. "I think you're more nervous than I am," he remarked. I suddenly remembered that he could hear all my thoughts. So, yeah, he would know.
"Um, no, I think I can manage…" I said, blushing again.
OH GOD, CAN I JUST PLEASE STOP BLUSHING?!
Then an evil little urge came from deep inside me, and I tightened my grip on his boxers, and with a burst of strength that seemed to come from nowhere, I ripped his boxers off in much the way he had done to my shirt.
And I just stared. His ripped boxers fell from my hands. I had to say, I think I was in shock. He was HUGE. Not that I've seen other naked guys, but I could tell.
HOW THE HELL WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO FIT INSIDE ME?!
And then all I could say was… "Whoa."
How embarrassing.
My hands were still trembling as I reached out to touch it. The moment my fingers brushed against it, Jesse's entire body shuddered, and he groaned. I closed my hand over it. It felt so soft and yet hard-like velvet over steel. (A/N: I stole that line from a million other fics ^_^)
I slowly started moving my hand up and down over it. Jesse started making deep, guttural sounds, and I could feel myself wet all over again as I listened to him. I watched in fascination, still moving my hand, as he closed his eyes and continued to shudder, muttering the occasional "querida", and various other things. I could feel something building up inside him. I quickened my hand, and Jesse made a growling sound, and grabbed my hand, stopping me. He was panting loudly, but there was a satisfied glint in his eye.
"Do you like what you see?" he said in a deep voice nothing like his usual voice.
I swallowed. "Um-yeah, it's really…big…"
"Good," he said, and he pounced on me. That's the only way to describe it. He just pounced on me, pinning me down on the bed. "I'm sick of foreplay," he said. "Are you ready for me?"
"Um…yeah…" I said in a very small voice. He looked at me, and there was that fire in his eyes again.
"I'll start slow, ok Susannah? I'll be gentle…"
I nodded mutely, and took a deep breath. I knew enough to understand that it would be painful. I steadied myself as I felt him at my entrance, and squeezed my eyes shut.
Deep breath. Deep Breath. You can deal with this. Deep breath.
He began inching his way into me slowly, getting me used to his size. Then he was at my barrier. "Susannah, this is your last chance. Are you sure you want to give yourself to me…?"
I swallowed again, and opened my eyes. I lifted my hand up to his cheek. "Yes, Jesse. You're the only one I'd ever give myself to."
Something flickered in his eyes, and in one swift motion, he pushed through the final barrier.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Jesse was silent, holding himself still inside of me.
Was this what I've been dreaming of? This unbelievable pain that was ripping through my body? I couldn't even breathe! This was horrible!
Then, little by little, the horrible pain began to subside. It still stung, though. I finally let out the breath I had been holding, and tears I hadn't even known were there spilled out from my eyes. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes again, then looked up at Jesse and gave him a weak smile. He was watching me with a pained expression on his face. "It's ok," I said. "I'm ok…"
I began a slow thrust into me, and I gasped in surprise. The pain immediately stopped, and there was a butterfly sensation growing in the pit of my stomach. He began thrusting a little bit harder.
"Oh, god," I said, staring at his well-toned chest.
"I'll take it that the pain is gone," Jesse said quietly, still thrusting carefully into me.
"Y-yeah…" I said breathlessly. It was starting to get hard to think-the feeling in my stomach was turning into a warm, slightly ticklish glow.
"Then I guess its time to play," he said with a grin, and without warning, he pushed me down even further into the bed, and began slamming into me with unhindered desire.
"Oh-my--*fucking-GOD!" I screamed as the intense pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. I was lost. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I howled-actually howled-and started thrusting up towards to meet him, my only goal to get him as deep as possible. Above me, he was groaning, I was moaning (A/N: Hey, that rhymes!), and the world around me was disappearing. All that mattered was this incredible, intense feeling of euphoria…Jesse was going so fast now, it was hard to keep up with him…somewhere far away, I could hear myself screaming, but I didn't care…I was flying, this feeling was so wonderful it hurt…
I could feel myself lifting slowly, still latched onto Jesse, thrusting for all I was worth…there was a familiar feeling erupting through me, light was flashing through the room…my sides were burning like there was some kind of rash, but I didn't care…I only cared about this feeling that was building up deep inside of me…
And then the world exploded. I arched my back, clawing at Jesse's back, drawing blood. It happened to Jesse at the same time. We were both screaming, riding the waves of this horribly intense, incredible experience…the room was spinning, I was blind to everything except the feeling…my legs were wrapped around Jesse waist, and-
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, as everything shook and turned upside down, this was going to kill me, I just knew it-and finally I fell limp in Jesse's arms, after what seemed like hours of riding those waves of painful pleasure, completely exhausted. Jesse made one final, mind-blowing thrust, and came inside me.
Then we were just holding onto each other, unable to speak, barely able to breathe. I couldn't believe what had just happened. This was a dream. It had to be. Some incredible, extremely realistic dream.
I don't know how long we were there, holding onto each other. It seemed like hours. But when I finally lifted my head and looked at the clock, it only read 3:07 PM. I felt so weak…if it hadn't been for Jesse holding onto me, I would have fallen to the floor-
Wait a second.
What was happening here? Jesse and I-we were floating-
I looked up at Jesse. He was also looking around, just as confused as I was.
Then I saw them. My wings. And Jesse's wings. My eyes widened. I was covered in my blindingly white light, and Jesse had a dark aura surrounding him, not unlike Paul's. And there were my wings, arched high above me…and there were Jesse's wings, folded protectively around us, like a cocoon. They were considerably larger than mine, and mine were pretty big. And they weren't white like mine…they were black. Very, very black. The air around us was crackling with some kind of electricity-a mixture of light and darkness, I realized. The room seemed to be covered in ever-shifting shadows, spotted by blinding flashes of light. I looked back at Jesse. He was watching me with a smirk. He leaned in and kissed me gently on the forehead. Then he looked into my eyes.
"Did you enjoy that?" he said.
I smiled. "Hell yeah!"
"Good," he said, with a small thrust-he was still inside me, I realized. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
And then it began all over again.
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"Are you going to leave again?" I asked quietly.
"Of course not," Jesse said. "Though things will be different than before."
"Obviously."
"Not just because of what happened last night, Susannah. Also…well, I'm not exactly dead anymore…"
"Yeah, I noticed that… Does that mean we can be…you know…a normal couple?"
Jesse tightened his grip on me. "…I think so."
I smiled and snuggled into his embrace. We were out on the roof outside my room, watching the sun come up. Jesse had his pants on, but I just had the sheet wrapped around me. The morning was cool, clear, and breezy. It was going to be another gorgeous summer day.
"Jesse?" I said, suddenly remembering, "Um…you weren't acting like you normally do last night…I mean…usually you wouldn't do that…out of, um…wedlock, ya know…"
"Well, Susannah…I did do it out of wedlock once before…" He trailed off, and I could tell he was embarrassed, admitting that. "…but you're right, I am different…"
"But…why? Is it…the thing with Paul…?"
"I believe I do have some of Paul in me now. As much as I hate the bastard…perhaps that's why I'm a bit…odd…"
"You're not 'odd', Jesse. You're just a bit-ok, very out of character…"
He chuckled. "Yes, well. I hope you don't mind it then, because I kind of enjoy this rebellious streak inside of me. I just feel like…breaking some rules. But…I'm not a different person, Susannah…"
I noticed a note of anxiety in the way he said that, almost like he was wondering if I would toss him away for being a little different…
"I love you, Jesse," I whispered.
Jesse's grip on me tightened. "Thank you, Susannah…"
"For what?"
"For accepting me. I'm so sorry I had to leave you. And…I hope you didn't feel like I was forcing myself on you, last night…it's just…I can't explain it…"
I smiled. "Jesse, I had to force myself on you a few times, in case you don't remember…"
He buried his face in my hair. Thank god I washed it last night. "Yes, you did. You…you are a beautiful person…I promise you, Susannah, that no matter what…I will always protect you…"
I snuggled deeper into his embrace, and we sat like that for a few minutes on the roof, and I had a sudden feeling of déjà vu…except that two years ago, we were watching the sunset…and now we were watching the sunrise…
"Susannah…querida…um, I'd like to ask you something…"
I turned in his arms. He looked nervous for some reason. "What is it?"
He bit his bottom lip, and looked into my eyes. With the rising sun shining directly at his face, I noticed that his almost-black eyes had flecks of red and gold. He had beautiful eyes.
"Um…when all this clears up…when we're able to settle down together…will you, um…" He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small black box. "Might as well do this properly," he said quietly.
He lifted a very confused me out of his lap, and stood us up. Then he got down on one knee in front of me, holding out the black box to me.
My mouth went dry as I started to recognize the classic position.
He took a deep breath. "Susannah," he opened the box, revealing a ring with a beautiful golden-red stone that glowed from some light within it. I had
never seen a stone like that in my life, and I was sure
it wasn't from earth. "…will you marry me?"
I was completely speechless as he slipped the ring onto my finger, and looked back up into my eyes, waiting. I looked down at the stone on my finger, then back at Jesse, and my face erupted into a smile.
"Oh my god-YES!!!!!!!"
I flew into Jesse's arms and we fell over, laughing and crying and planting kisses all over each other's faces.
It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
It was Jesse and I, and the sun rising on our new life together.
A/N: Well, I hated it. Oh, well. You know, I always marveled at how Meg Cabot could describe all the male characters in her stories as "hot" and "sexy", and yet make it so difficult to write a lemon about them...well, REVIEW, and give me the cold, hard truth about what you thought about this chappy, please.
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