Getting Started
Jesse and I flopped down on my queen size bed. We were kissing and whatnot and were very, very peaceful.
The door was locked – yes, I finally got a lock on my door – so no one could really disturb us. I was blissfully happy. I mean, come on, wouldn't you be to if your boyfriend just proposed to you and you were on your bed kissing him?
"Querida…" Jesse said in his silky smooth voice. It just made me want to kiss him even more. Maybe I still am a hormone-raging teenager instead of a mature adult. Well, when you have a boyfriend – excuse me, fiancé – like Jesse you kind of forget about your maturity level.
"Jesse…" I responded. He was now kissing my neck, leaving a trail down to my collarbone. This was pure bliss – imagine what the honeymoon will be like. I was in heaven.
I was unbuttoning his shirt, when he grabbed my wrist. "Querida, there are many people downstairs; we shouldn't be doing this right now."
"Jesse…" I whined. "They'll probably be leaving soon anyway."
"Yes, but they'll eventually be wondering where we are." He had a point. He got off of me and then I stood up. My dress nearly fell off in the process – I hadn't realized the halter part of my dress had been undone.
Jesse chuckled. I scowled and then turned to the mirror. Oh, my God! I ran to the bathroom so I could fix my hair and my makeup. Everything was messed up from the making out. I heard Jesse chuckle again.
I swung the bathroom door open. "And WHAT exactly is so FUNNY?" Jesse just looked at me, the grin still plastered to his beautiful face.
"Nothing, querida," he said. I shut the door and finished putting my makeup on. Then I brushed my hair and redid it. I looked in the mirror – I looked just as good as before. Then I heard Jesse chuckle again.
I came out of the bathroom this time. Jesse just looked at me. He was still smiling, but he looked at a loss for words.
"Jesse, what are you laughing at?" He was still staring at me. Whoa, I never knew I had that effect on him – I just thought he was only able to do it to me. Hmmm…maybe I could use this against him….
"Jesse…" I strolled over to him, trying to walk as gracefully as I could. He still seemed like he couldn't talk. So, I gave him a kiss; not a real big one, but one that could get him out of his seemingly trance. He seemed to snap out of it real fast.
"Susannah….you look absolutely stunning," Jesse said. Wow, I look stunning? He's never said that one before; beautiful, yes, but stunning, nope, not once.
I looked down at myself. Did I really look that good? "Do you really mean that, Jesse?"
"Of course, querida. Now, let's go before we are missed." I linked my arm in his as we made our way down the stairs. The first people we saw were Izzie and Paul. Hmm, I thought they would have left by now.
"Hey guys," Paul said, he and Izzie coming up to us. He looked at Jesse and said, "Celebrating a bit early?"
Jesse, it looked like, blushed a bit – so he did know what Paul was talking about before.
"Paul, shut up." I said to him. That was absolutely none of his business.
"Sorry, its just you guys were up there so long."
"Paul," I said in, what I hoped was, a warning tone. I guess it was, since he shut up.
After a long silence, Paul spoke again. "So….what're your plans for tomorrow?"
I looked at Jesse and he only smiled. Um, okay, what exactly are we doing tomorrow? I know what I want to do, but Jesse? I have no clue.
"I don't really know. If we aren't doing anything, I'll give you a call, alright, Paul?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, "um, we're going to get going, see ya soon."
"Bye." And then they walked out the door towards Paul's new BMW.
Jesse and I went into the lounge. He sat down and then I sat on top of him in his lap. He seemed a bit shocked by this – I guess he wasn't expecting it. When he got over his shock, he wrapped his arms around my waist.
A few people walked by, saying things like 'awww' and 'that's so cute' or a combination of both. I just rolled my eyes.
People were starting to leave now. There were only a few neighbors left and before I knew it they had gone also.
Jess and I were still on the couch, just sitting there, enjoying each other's company and body heat. The house was empty except for my family.
I finally got up from Jesse's lap and went in to the kitchen, Jesse following. I was extremely thirsty for some odd reason. So, I grabbed a soda from the fridge. I offered Jesse some, but he politely refused. I finished the can in a minute. I was that thirsty.
Jesse and I went back in the lounge and we started making out. Well, not as much as I had wanted to - just some kissing – because my mom walked in. We pulled apart and looked at my mom who looked a bit taken aback. I guess she wanted a piece of Jesse to. Yeah, sorry mom, you have your husband and I have my fiancé.
This moment may not be the best to ask her if Jesse could stay over, but it's now or never.
"Mom, I was, uh, wondering if Jesse could, um, spend the night?" the last part came out as a question because she looked a bit intimidating at the moment. But then, all of a sudden, her face changed. She looked caring and sweet and forgiving.
She sighed, "I won't tell Andy about this, and yes he can stay over, as long as you sleep in separate beds. You can set up the air mattress in your room, hon." I nodded and smiled as she left the room.
"Querida, why, exactly, am I spending the night?"
"Because Jesse." I said. I think he took it as a sign to shut up and just go along with it.
He helped me with the air bed from the garage. He set it up in my room while I got changed in the bathroom. Yeah, we were engaged but I was still a little embarrassed to get changed in front of him and I have no clue what he's think about that. Anyway, I got changed and then got some clothes for him from Jake's room. He too changed in my bathroom. By the time he came out I was on the bed and under the covers. He went on the nicely made air bed and lay down, for now. I knew he'd come up on the bed with me after my mom peeked in my room. I knew my mom didn't really care, but boy did Andy.
A little while later I felt Jesse come under the covers with me. I was half asleep by then. I remember myself saying, "Jesse…"
"Shh…querida go to sleep." Then, I remember rolling over and kissing him and him responding lightly. I guess it wasn't enough for him because he turned it into a frencher. Yeah, full on tongue. I loved every millisecond of it. Yeah, I need help. Oh well.
Jesse broke apart and then kissed me on my forehead. "Querida, we both need some rest, now close your eyes and sleep, Susannah." I did as he said and ended up falling asleep on his chest with his arms wrapped around me.
I woke up to the sound of someone laughing. I quickly opened my eyes and looked toward my door – which was now open – and saw Dopey looking at me and Jesse. Jesse was still asleep. How he could sleep through Brad's extremely loud guffaws was a mystery to me.
I got up out of the bed without waking Jesse and went toward the door. Dopey saw me and quickly went into his room. I followed him and politely knocked on his door – which he had shut moments before. He didn't open it so I barged in.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Dopey asked me.
"My problem? You're the one who walked into my room and woke me up with your loud ass laugh."
"Yeah, but I could have been changing."
"I seriously doubt that, seeing as you've been wearing those clothes since Saturday."
"No I haven't."
"Alright, Sunday, my bad."
"Shut up!"
"Whatever, just don't come in my room anymore and I'll leave you be."
"Why so you and your lover can fuck each other?"
"Well, actually, yes, just not how you word it. It's more like making love than fucking."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear what you and your boyfriend do behind closed doors."
"Fiancé, not boyfriend. Well, not anymore at least. Anyway, I'll shut up if you just leave Jesse and me alone."
"Sure, just get out so I can change."
"Into what? All your clothes are dirty by the looks of it."
"Shut up and GET OUT!"
"Sheesh, fine." I walked out of his room and down the hall, only to bump into Jesse.
Jesse looked at me a little groggily. "Getting into quarrels with Brad already, querida?"
"Not really, he was just annoying me."
"Susannah, he always annoys you."
"Damn strait." Jesse gave me a warning look. "Um, I mean, yeah, I know."
I went to go walk downstairs, but Jesse grabbed my arm. "Querida, maybe we should wash up first before we go downstairs."
"Oh, yeah, but I'm just going to get something to drink, I'm really thirsty." Jesse nodded and went back in my room. Then, I went to the stairs and walked down them.
As I was in the kitchen, a thought hit me. Why was Dopey up so early? It was only eight and the guys usually wake up around ten. Whatever, he probably snuck Debbie Mancuso in his room and was making out with her. Ewww….
Double ewww…
Yeah, anyway, there was a note on the fridge saying mom and Andy wouldn't be home till ten tonight and we weren't to have anyone over. Yeah, like that'll happen. I took the note off the fridge and threw it in the garbage.
I went back upstairs and in my room. Jesse was in the shower, well he was no where in sight and my shower was running. I locked the door behind me just in case Dopey decided to barge in again. Then I made my way toward my bed. I flopped down on it and just laid there. I was still really tired.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Jesse was nudging my shoulder and saying my name. I was still tired but well rested – if that makes any sense.
I sat up and looked at the tray of food on my lap. "Jesse, you did this for me?"
"Of course, querida. You seemed so tired and I didn't want to make you get up. Eat up." He turned and walked out my bedroom door. Where he was going, I had no clue. I really didn't care at the moment, I was too hungry. I gobbled the fruit and pancakes up in like 2 minutes flat. That was probably a record for me.
I put the tray on my nightstand and went into the bathroom. I took a nice, long, hot shower and when I got out I felt extremely refreshed. I out my hair in a towel and put my robe on over my naked body.
When, I came out of the bathroom, Jesse was sitting on my bed reading some book. It was pretty big so I didn't even bother asking what it was. I went over to my dresser to get some clothes. I could feel his eyes on me.
When I turned around, I saw that, indeed, he was looking at me. He blushed when he knew I had caught him staring at me. "Jesse, its okay if you were looking at me. We are going to get married soon, no need to be embarrassed." But that just made him blush even more. So, I only did what I could. I walked up to him and laid myself on top of him – meanwhile I still only had my robe on. Then I kissed him.
When I pulled away, I went to get off of him and get dressed. However, he pulled me back towards him and rolled over so he was on top now. Oooh, my man likes it on top. He just smiled down at me and kissed me. That kiss made me forget everything, even where I was. But when he pulled away, I remembered again.
He was taking his shirt off while I was slowly untying the string to my robe.
He rubbed his right index finger down my torso – from my neck down to the very end of my stomach.
"Jesse…." I moaned – yes, I actually moaned. His finger on my bare skin felt so relaxing and exciting at the same time. I needed him to touch me – to kiss me. And guess what? He did kiss me, very passionately, might I add. I felt it down to my toes.
I wriggled out of my robe and he was in his boxers - one little barrier that kept us apart. Oh, how I wanted him to shed them. But, alas, he didn't.
In the distance, out in the hallway, I heard Dopey bounding up the stairs and then remembered – the door wasn't locked and he doesn't knock. I was about to get up and lock it.
Shit! Too late.
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Disclaimer: All the Mediator characters belong to Meg Cabot, not me.
