A/N: Hi, this is my first story. I hope it doesn't sound like anybody else's. I have only read I think 2 stories on this site, which are different than this, so I'm not copying anyone. I hope you like it, and I'll keep adding chapters when I can. Hope you like it.

Suze broke the lock between her and Jesse, leaning back her head slightly, a smile tugging at her lips. It had been a little over a year since she and him had reunited- finally- as, you know, humans. Of course her parents were a little iffy on their relationship. This boy had appeared out of nowhere (which is somewhat true...), and what boy was he? He was a man, and Suze knew perfectly well how manly he was. Well, in the physical department. And the protecting-the-woman-he-loves department. Besides that, he was a romantic little thing, even if he didn't want to admit it. While her mother and stepfather both knew he was older than she, Suze decided to keep the fact that he was actually over a century older to herself. Father Dom had worked hard to bring Jesse into modern ways of living, giving him a place to live and a chance to gain a career as a doctor. Suze appreciated it all, of course, but she couldn't help but miss the fact that her boyfriend used to be around day and night. In her bedroom. How convenient.

Jesse gazed into Suze's eyes, catching his breath. He had breath now. He could breathe in her hair and she could feel the warmth that penetrated off his skin. "What is the matter, querida?" He whispered huskily. She was so beautiful.

Suze felt giddy. She wanted more, of course. More of this. More of him. They had been kissing for some time now, but that is all it ever was. Yes, she wanted him to respect her and treat her like a lady, but she was eighteen now. She wanted MORE. "Oh, Jesse," she sighed. She broke out of their entanglement on the couch (in her parent's living room. Geesh.) and stared wistfully into space. He stroked her cheek with his finger, and guided her gaze back to him. She let out a groan and flopped her arms on her lap.

"Susannah."

His voice. His voice was so wonderfully sweet and filled her with glee. At the same time it filled her with an urge to grab him. Was this possible?

She stood to her feet and looked at him over her shoulder. Was she being melodramatic? She felt like she was in a school play. Or a soap opera. "Jesse, we can't keep making out on the couch like a bunch of teenagers," she paused, carefully picking her words. "I want it to be JesseSuze. SuzeJesse. I want us to be... one. One with eachother. More than we have ever been."

He chuckled from his spot on the couch, but his laughter died down when he saw her expression of mortification.

"What," she spat. "do you think this-" She signaled the space between her and him with her arms. "- is all a JOKE? All we have been together is some silly fun for you?" Why was she getting so angry? She told herself to stop, but she couldn't. "Snap out of the nineteenth century, Jesse. Get your head out of the clouds. I know you're behind, but I'm sick of it. It's like being with a foreign exchange student who can't spit out the words." Bad metaphor, but it would have to do. He probably didn't even know what a foreign exchange student was. She grabbed his shoulders and brought her face so close to his, she could feel his short intakes of air. Right then she wanted to collapse into his arms and cry, but she couldn't keep allowing him to comfort her like she was his sister. She wanted so much more than that. She knew she would regret what she was about to say, but she had to say it. "Jesse, maybe we're not right for each other."

Fire flared in his eyes. He stood up suddenly, catching her off balance. She stumbled backwards, but caught herself. "Where is this coming from?" He hissed. "You think I do not love you? Would you rather me violate you than express my love?"

"IT'S NOT VIOLATION." She couldn't help but shriek. She was growing a bit hysterical. "I WANT to make love with you. I love you, Jesse, but you are not showing your love to me."

His jaw seemed to be tensing up and then relaxing.. over.. and over. His fists were closed tightly. "I admit, I am behind with the times, but I do not want to do something I regret."

She let out an indignant "HA!" "So being ANYWHERE closer to me than we already are you'd regret." She laughed, but nothing was funny. It was more to keep herself from sobbing. "Oh, alright, I get it perfectly."

He seemed to collapse, but he stayed standing tall. "Susannah. I love you. I have loved you since I first saw you."

A tear escaped her eye, running slowly down her cheek. She couldn't look at him.

Jesse stepped forward and held her in his arms. "I love you more than anything in the world, and I do not want to disappoint you."

She looked up, finally, and gazed back at him. "You don't?"

"No, but we must wait."

She ripped herself away. "WHAT?"

"Wait until marriage, querida."

"MARRIAGE?" She stomped to the kitchen. "Who said anything about marriage? So you can't have freakin SEX with me, but you've already got our whole life planned out." She searched around for something to do. She was in high-mode, and she needed to do something. She grabbed some meat from the fridge and other materials to make a sandwich. Soon enough she was throwing together tomatoes and onions, making a complete mess. Andy wouldn't be happy when he got home from dinner with her mother. David was with his new girlfriend Godknowswhere, and the other two were probably at some party having sex themselves. And THEY probably were doing it with someone they didn't even love while the man who SUPPOSIDLY loved her refused.

She realized Jesse hadn't answered her. She told herself not to, but she still went ahead and peeked into the living room. He was gone. "Uhhh.." her eyes fleeted around. "Jesse?"

He was gone.