Delilah: You rock. I loved your review. Made me giggle.
Actually, I'm going to poll...Should Suze be doing the dirty with:
A) Just Paul
or
B) Paul and Jesse
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Suze's POV:
"Suze, are you ready?" Gina asked, coming into the room where I'd been getting ready. It was my 18th birthday, and I had to spend it getting married! Gah! There is no justice in the world, I tell you.
"Yeah, I'm ready." I said. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Since that day in my bedroom, Paul and I had been dating. Jesse and I had also been seeing each other, in secret, about once a week or so. It was tearing me up, but I knew that once either Paul or I kicked it, Jesse and I would be together, in the open, and not in secret.
So it was worth it in the end. It just...kind of sucked, yanno?
In all honesty, I don't remember much of the ceremony or reception. I walked down the aisle, said, "I do." and then everything was kind of a blur. Somehow, we made it through the wedding, and Paul and I were at- ironically- the resort where we first met. (A/N: I don't have the book on me, so I couldn't get the name of it. You guys know where I'm talking about though, right? From Darkest Hour?)
We collapsed in the honeymoon suite, and I started to get all nervous. Not because I didn't know what to do on a honeymoon, but because I had to do it with Paul. And it's slightly nervewracking. You know, Sex God of Carmel and Suze, the virgin shifter.
So you see why I was nervous.
Plus, I was slightly worried about Jesse. I hadn't seen him in almost a week- not because I didn't try, but because he said he had to go somewhere, and wouldn't be back until the day before the wedding. Well, that was yesterday, and I don't see my Jesse anywhere.
"Suze, you're very tense, you know that?" Paul said with his trademark smirk. I shook myself and said, "Am not!"
I know, real mature. Cut me some slack here, would ya?
"Suze, Suze, Suze," Paul crossed the room, and stood behind me. I'd been sitting, kind of curled up, in this very comfortable chair, my hair still piled on top of my head and my fluffy white dress floating off the edge. Paul stood behind the chair now, in his black pants and white shirt, and started to rub my neck. "Suze, it's our wedding night. What's to be tense about?"
"Hmmm, let's see. You- expierenced. Me? Not so much." I said. Might as well tell him that, since the only other thing making me tense was why Jesse hadn't left some kind of message when he got back.
Paul snickered. "Suze, just relax. I promise, I'll be very gentle." He said, lowering his face to my neck and ear. I couldn't think clearly, couldn't speak, and it seemed like an eternity had passed between his words and mine. But words didn't seem all that important once I felt his lips on my neck, right below the necklace I always wear- even on nights like tonight. A gold butterfly necklace, given to me by Jesse. A fiery sensation ripped through me as he moved down over my shoulder, spun me around, and met my lips with his. Sweet but passionate kisses consumed us until I felt strong arms lift me up and set me down gently on the bed.
"Paul, do you have...um...protection?" I squeaked out between kisses.
"Yes, Suze. If you want it, I have it." Paul said, his voice heavier than mine had been. It was heavier than that day in his room. I'm pretty sure that mine would be as well, after a little bit.
He kissed me slowly, deeply, letting our tongues collide and massage one another's. I felt the zipper of my dress be pulled down and then it was gone, lying on a chair nearby, along with Paul's shirt and pants. We were both lying in our underwear.
Paul was true to his word. He was gentle and didn't pressure me if I started to hesistate, just reassured and kissed me. By the time dawn came around, we were both exhausted.
He wrapped me in his arms and I curled up next to him, resting my head on his chest. Paul's hands were around my waist, holding me close to him, and stroking the small of my back occasionally. "I love you, Suze." Paul whispered in my ear.
"I love you too, Paul." And I did. That's what was weird. I actually did love him.
Just then, I could have sworn I heard someone outside our balcony. A moment later, Paul and I were asleep, and when I awoke, I saw a white rose on my pillow. Jesse had returned.
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I know, I know, majorally short. But the next chapter will be longer, and IT WILL PROBABLY BE THE LAST ONE!