Thanks everyone for reviewing! OMG!!! Ok, I know I said this would be the last chapter of Satan's Betrothed...but I got the impression I'd be attacked or flamed or something if it is, so I'm going to hold out...Maybe go in-depth...Hmm....
One last thing: Guys, Jesse wasn't watching Paul and Suze screw! He just showed up afterwards. And both Paul and Suze were completely covered, so all Jesse saw was his beloved Querida in bed with Satan. :::grins:::
By the way, I'm somewhat stuck on my other Mediator fic, so it'll be awhile before I update it. I'm sorrys!!!
Ok...Chapterness!
()()()
Jesse's POV: (I know, switching it up, but you'll see why.)
A week before Susannah's wedding, I had to leave her. Father Dom may not have known why I hadn't gone poof, as Susannah would say, but he did know that now I was a member of society, and working in secret for the rectory. As a result, he sent me to do Church business the week before her wedding.
I know he did it on purpose. The good father probably thought I would cause some big fiasco at her wedding. I would have, as well, except that meant hurting my querida, and I could never do that. It already broke her heart that we couldn't be together for a long time, how could I bare to break it further?
I was detained on my mission, and as a result, returned on the eve of Susannah's wedding. I knew where she was, and it would be wrong to go now, especially with that bastardo around, but I had to see mi querida. I picked up a white rose along the way to the Hotel, for that was our sign whenever we missed one another. A white rose.
Getting the extra room key was surprisingly easy, and I slipped into the Honeymoon suite (shuddering, along the way) and went to the bedroom. I saw Susannah and Slater, entwined in one another, sleeping like angels. Well, Susannah was sleeping like an angel. Slater is no angel.
Rage burst through me, although I knew that Susannah could not avoid this. She was under 'legal obligation' and must fulfill everything, but still... I had wanted to be her first! The man whom she loved with all her heart and soul should have been the one to take her innocence, her purity. Not him.
I stifled my rage and placed the rose upon Susannah's pillow. Then I left, leaving the room key on a table. I couldn't stand there a moment longer.
Suze's POV:
I stared at the white rose for a moment before picking it up and tucking it away in my overnight bag. A cold breeze blew through the room and I hurriedly got back under the blankets and curled up next to Paul to warm up.
"Suze, you OK?" Paul asked sleepily.
"Yes, sweetie, I'm fine." I said. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmkay." He replied groggily, his blue eyes opening slightly and becoming fixated on my emerald ones. "How long have you been up?"
"Just a few minutes." I snuggled deeper under the blankets against Paul's warm, bare chest. His arms held me to him tightly but protectively. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. Paul smelled like whatever cologne he'd worn every time I've seen him for almost two years, mixed with this reassuring spicy smell. It made me feel safe and I moved in a little bit closer.
Paul smiled and sighed before kissing my forehead and saying, "Are you going to go back to sleep?"
"Maybe." I answered playfully. Paul raised an eyebrow at me. "What does that mean?" he asked, kissing my neck.
"Means I don't feel much like sleeping." I said as a soft moan escaped my lips. Paul had found the extremely sensitive spot on my neck and had started to suck and nibble on it.
"So what is it you feel like doing?" Paul moaned against my neck. He switched sides and hit the other extremely sensitive spot on my neck, repeating what he'd done on the other side. His very well-toned chest now covered mine, and his hands were on my hips, stroking my sides. I felt his hardness against my leg and moaned again.
"Hmm...I think I know what Susie feels like doing..." Paul whispered against my skin. My hated nickname didn't have much of an effect on me anymore, but there were still only 3 people who could call me that and not get smacked. My mom, Paul, and Jesse- not that Jesse would ever call me anything other Susannah or Querida.
"I think you think right." I managed to get out before my senses left me completely. Paul smirked against my neck before moving down to my breastbone, planting kisses on every inch of skin.
Needless to say, Paul lived up to his Sex God of Carmel title. He lived up to it over and over and over...
()()()
Six Months Later, still Suze's POV:
I stared down at the test strip in my hand. Part of me was overwhelmed with joy. I was going to be a mother! Paul was going to be a father! We would be parents!
Dear lord, our children were going to be screwy.
Another part of me was...upset, somewhat. Sure, I knew I had to have kids (damn obligations!) but I was hoping we'd be married longer than six months before we did. My upset side quickly disappeared though, when I glanced at the strip a second time.
A baby! I was going to have a baby! Screw upsetness. Screw everything. I'm happy, gosh darn it.
"Congratulations, querida." I spun around and saw Jesse sitting on my bed. How he'd even gotten in was beyond me, but he had always managed to get in undetected. I smiled. "Thanks, Jesse."
I dropped the stick into the trash and cleaned up before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Jesse smiled and kissed my cheek. "I only wish it were our child, Susannah." Jesse said quietly after a few minutes.
"I know, Jesse." I whispered. "I know..."
And then, I didn't know what was happening. One minute we were sitting and the next Jesse was on top of me, pressing me to the bed and kissing me hungrily. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back just as hungrily, moaning against his lips as I felt Jesse's hands roam all over my body.
"Jesse, we shouldn't do this...I'm married..." I tried to protest, but it became increasingly harder to do so as Jesse's lips trailed across my neck, down to my breasts (Where had my shirt gone?! And where was Jesse's?! Oh, I see them now- tossed haphazardly over a chair, underneath Jesse's jeans and my skirt.)
Wait a minute...
As much as I wanted this, I knew it couldn't happen. I couldn't cheat on my husband, even if it was with the love of my life. Paul wasn't out screwing other women (as far as I knew) so I couldn't just go out and screw Jesse. As much as I wanted to.
"Jesse, we really can't do this!" I said firmly, wiggling out from under him. I got up off the bed and grabbed my clothes. I pulled them on and turned to face Jesse.
He was lying on his side, propped up on one arm. "I'm sorry, querida." he said sincerely. "You're right."
"I'm sorry, Jesse." I said quietly. He looked so damn hurt! Like I'd stuck a red-hot poker through his chest. Maybe I had.
Jesse got up and kissed me once on the forehead. He looked deep into my eyes and said, "Y te amo, querdia." before walking out of the room. I heard him exit the front door and start his car, then he drove away.
I sunk to floor and stayed there until Paul came home. "Suze?" he whispered, kneeling down in front of me. I felt horrible. "Suze, are you alright?"
I nodded. "I'm in shock, I think." I murmured.
"Shock?" Paul asked, clutching my hands. "What happened?"
"I'm...pregnant." I said quietly. "Kinda of shocked from it, I guess."
Paul's face broke into a huge smile. "That's great, Suze! We're going to be parents." he said, going on and on about how happy he was that he was going to be a daddy. Then he pulled me up and sat me down on the bed, kissing my tummy and then my lips.
"What do you hope it is?" I whispered several hours later as we lied in bed, Paul's arms wrapped around me protectively.
"As long as it's healthy, I don't care either way." Paul whispered back. "A little girl as beautiful as her mother or a little boy as weird as his father."
I laughed. "You're not that weird." I said giggling. Paul kissed me again.
I was so happy, I almost forgot about my earlier visitor. That is, until I woke up the next morning to a white rose on my nightstand.