Chapter 3
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Winnie and Mae go back to Treegap.
Disclaimer: I don't own a blessed thing except for the daughter. I made her up.
Note: I can't remember if the dude had blue eyes or not so I said he did, let me know if I'm wrong. Also this chapter may not be suitable for young people or people who are offended by sexual or any related sexual content. I'm not real good writing about that stuff so it might not be that bad. I really should stick to what I know. ;P
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She looked over at her mother and realized that she had fallen asleep, Mae reached over and grabbed her mother's hand and held it tight. She prayed everything would be okay.
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While Mae was praying that everything would be okay, Winnie was dreaming of the day she was conceived. She knew without a doubt that her daughter had been made that day at the waterfall.
She remembered when she jumped in and Jesse had taken her into his arms and held her as she floated on her back. She could feel him watching her without having to look at him. His gaze seemed to burn her skin and the cool water that washed over her made a wonderful sensation. Then somehow she found herself leaning against him as he held her like a new bride.
She felt herself blushing just a little. Not only was she in her underclothes but she was being held by a strange man-child who she had no idea existed until what a day ago, a week ago? She didn't know, she had lost all track of time.
She wanted to change her position and as she wrapped her legs around Jesse's waist her bottom came into contact with something that wasn't there before, or was and wasn't so prominent. She felt her face flush even more and she felt her heart quicken and she had a feeling, a feeling she never had before. It was making her insides feel all mushy and she unconsciously tightened her legs around his waist.
She looked up at him from under her eyelashes and saw that his eyes seemed darker and it finally registered in her mind that he was standing stone still, the only thing moving was his chest. And that was because his breathing had turned ragged and his chest was heaving and he was trembling a little.
His trembling and ragged breathing made her look on in alarm. " Jesse, are you okay? Are you sick?" she asked worriedly. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but Jesse knew what was wrong with himself. He lived in Paris for a while and he found himself a working girls project, she wanted to teach a young man to become a man.
Well being stuck in a seventeen-year-old body had also stuck him with same hormones and well who was he to turn down a pretty woman's offer. And now he was feeling those same feelings he had whenever he meet a woman that he really liked. But he found himself wanting it different with Winnie.
Winnie found herself verging on panic, he hadn't answered her and his eyes seemed to look wild like he had a fever and she didn't know what to do. Suddenly a gruff voice answered her and it took her a while to realized that it belonged to Jesse. " I'm fine. I think we should get out and go back." Winnie nodded in agreement as they made their way to the bank. " Yeah we should get back home soon, looks like its lunch time."
Jesse was caught off guard when she said 'home' he couldn't believe that she referred to his home as her home and he was so lost in thought that he missed his footing and he slipped taking Winnie with him.
He landed on his back with Winnie straddling him and without a thought flipped her over so that now it was he that was on top. And his face a few centimeters away from hers, he was so close that the tip of his nose touched hers and he could see flecks of dark blue in her eyes.
Winnie started shifting around, she felt something between her thighs that kept poking her and as she kept moving she noticed that Jesse remained impassive. She moved her head and all of a sudden, her mouth was right under Jesse's mouth. She looked into his eyes, they looked like the dark blue flowers that she found growing in the woods, and they were a midnight blue with black in the middle.
She felt his breath against her face as he gasped out her name. "Winnie" his voice sounded like he was longing for something she thought. It sounded heavy and breathless and full of longing. "Jesse?" she however knew that her voice had a question in it and she did. She didn't understand what was happening but she liking the feelings it gave her and she was a little scared to.
The last thing she remembered was Jesse's mouth covering hers and the day becoming a blur. They never did make it back home for lunch.
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The sound of a horn honking and squealing tires and the angry voice of her daughter jerked Winnie out of her sleep and dreams. " Yeah, up yours pal!" Mae screamed out the car window and gave the driver the universal sign for hating your driving.
Winnie shook her head; Mae had adapted to the new century better than she did. Where Winnie was still a little on the reserved side, Mae was all for voicing her opinion. Well as Mae once said it was all about upbringing, She grew up in the age of innocence and Mae grew up in the speak easy era. A time when the drinking was out lawed and a mobster was her uncle, who helped take care of them because he found out she wasn't married.
She looked at her daughter again. " What happened?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them. " That sorry SOB had been riding my ass all the way here and when the other jerk in front of me stopped to quickly I had to slam on the brakes only idiot #1 realized it to late and fish tailed out into the other lane. As if it was my fault that he didn't know how to drive." She finished angrily.
" Are you okay?" she had noticed the slight trembling in her daughters hands and realized it had been a really close one. " Yeah, I'll be fine. We're almost to the hotel." Winnie nodded her head and turned on the radio and searched for a station. She found a classical station to help sooth her daughter's battered nerves. There were many things that her and her daughter had in common and one of them was classical music having a calming affect on their nerves.
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Well, how was that? Any good. Please let me know if you think differently.
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Winnie and Mae go back to Treegap.
Disclaimer: I don't own a blessed thing except for the daughter. I made her up.
Note: I can't remember if the dude had blue eyes or not so I said he did, let me know if I'm wrong. Also this chapter may not be suitable for young people or people who are offended by sexual or any related sexual content. I'm not real good writing about that stuff so it might not be that bad. I really should stick to what I know. ;P
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She looked over at her mother and realized that she had fallen asleep, Mae reached over and grabbed her mother's hand and held it tight. She prayed everything would be okay.
***
While Mae was praying that everything would be okay, Winnie was dreaming of the day she was conceived. She knew without a doubt that her daughter had been made that day at the waterfall.
She remembered when she jumped in and Jesse had taken her into his arms and held her as she floated on her back. She could feel him watching her without having to look at him. His gaze seemed to burn her skin and the cool water that washed over her made a wonderful sensation. Then somehow she found herself leaning against him as he held her like a new bride.
She felt herself blushing just a little. Not only was she in her underclothes but she was being held by a strange man-child who she had no idea existed until what a day ago, a week ago? She didn't know, she had lost all track of time.
She wanted to change her position and as she wrapped her legs around Jesse's waist her bottom came into contact with something that wasn't there before, or was and wasn't so prominent. She felt her face flush even more and she felt her heart quicken and she had a feeling, a feeling she never had before. It was making her insides feel all mushy and she unconsciously tightened her legs around his waist.
She looked up at him from under her eyelashes and saw that his eyes seemed darker and it finally registered in her mind that he was standing stone still, the only thing moving was his chest. And that was because his breathing had turned ragged and his chest was heaving and he was trembling a little.
His trembling and ragged breathing made her look on in alarm. " Jesse, are you okay? Are you sick?" she asked worriedly. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but Jesse knew what was wrong with himself. He lived in Paris for a while and he found himself a working girls project, she wanted to teach a young man to become a man.
Well being stuck in a seventeen-year-old body had also stuck him with same hormones and well who was he to turn down a pretty woman's offer. And now he was feeling those same feelings he had whenever he meet a woman that he really liked. But he found himself wanting it different with Winnie.
Winnie found herself verging on panic, he hadn't answered her and his eyes seemed to look wild like he had a fever and she didn't know what to do. Suddenly a gruff voice answered her and it took her a while to realized that it belonged to Jesse. " I'm fine. I think we should get out and go back." Winnie nodded in agreement as they made their way to the bank. " Yeah we should get back home soon, looks like its lunch time."
Jesse was caught off guard when she said 'home' he couldn't believe that she referred to his home as her home and he was so lost in thought that he missed his footing and he slipped taking Winnie with him.
He landed on his back with Winnie straddling him and without a thought flipped her over so that now it was he that was on top. And his face a few centimeters away from hers, he was so close that the tip of his nose touched hers and he could see flecks of dark blue in her eyes.
Winnie started shifting around, she felt something between her thighs that kept poking her and as she kept moving she noticed that Jesse remained impassive. She moved her head and all of a sudden, her mouth was right under Jesse's mouth. She looked into his eyes, they looked like the dark blue flowers that she found growing in the woods, and they were a midnight blue with black in the middle.
She felt his breath against her face as he gasped out her name. "Winnie" his voice sounded like he was longing for something she thought. It sounded heavy and breathless and full of longing. "Jesse?" she however knew that her voice had a question in it and she did. She didn't understand what was happening but she liking the feelings it gave her and she was a little scared to.
The last thing she remembered was Jesse's mouth covering hers and the day becoming a blur. They never did make it back home for lunch.
***
The sound of a horn honking and squealing tires and the angry voice of her daughter jerked Winnie out of her sleep and dreams. " Yeah, up yours pal!" Mae screamed out the car window and gave the driver the universal sign for hating your driving.
Winnie shook her head; Mae had adapted to the new century better than she did. Where Winnie was still a little on the reserved side, Mae was all for voicing her opinion. Well as Mae once said it was all about upbringing, She grew up in the age of innocence and Mae grew up in the speak easy era. A time when the drinking was out lawed and a mobster was her uncle, who helped take care of them because he found out she wasn't married.
She looked at her daughter again. " What happened?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them. " That sorry SOB had been riding my ass all the way here and when the other jerk in front of me stopped to quickly I had to slam on the brakes only idiot #1 realized it to late and fish tailed out into the other lane. As if it was my fault that he didn't know how to drive." She finished angrily.
" Are you okay?" she had noticed the slight trembling in her daughters hands and realized it had been a really close one. " Yeah, I'll be fine. We're almost to the hotel." Winnie nodded her head and turned on the radio and searched for a station. She found a classical station to help sooth her daughter's battered nerves. There were many things that her and her daughter had in common and one of them was classical music having a calming affect on their nerves.
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Well, how was that? Any good. Please let me know if you think differently.