Chapter Two – A Simple Touch
'Querida.' It was Jesse's soft whisper that awoke me early that day. I realized I was still in his arms, although when I opened my eyes, all I could see was white clashed with brown. I shook my head slightly, then looked up at Jesse. Only then did I realize our current situation.
Immediately, my cheeks went from a light, creamy colour to a deep shade of red.
Jesse looked a little pink as well, and I wasn't surprised. He gave me a smile, or what I thought was a smile, I could hardly see his face over the deep ridges of his abs. I was laying on my stomach, head just reaching his waist. He was still seated upright, looking down at me.
But that wasn't the worst of it, somehow – my work most probably – his lacy white shirt had come undone and hung limply, still on his shoulders, my hands were gripping his thighs and I prayed to god that I did not droll on him last night.
I was still a little out of it, so I didn't notice the other person's presence in the room. Actually, the only time I realized them was when they cleared their throat, quite loudly. I was about to grumble at the person and tell them to kindly piss off when Jesse made introductions.
'Susannah, this is Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Susannah.'
My eyes adjusted and I saw the visage of a teenager, around sixteen, staring at me serenely. She seemed to not take in the fact that my hair was sprouting out of my head like Beyonce from Austin Powers; Goldmember or that I was groggily sitting on Jesse in quite an embarrassing position.
Elizabeth was very beautiful, she surpassed me in that area as if I were gum on her shoe. However, she did not seem the type to insult anyone, let alone me, she just kept her eyes on the window, occasionally looking at me or Jesse. There were no cries of, 'Wow, That guy is so hot! Where did you get him?' like every other female ghost has acted toward Jesse, only a small smile casted on myself.
She was around 5'9, not very taller than myself, but taller nevertheless. She had a pair of cerulean blue eyes that seemed to look vaguely familiar which also captured the whole enigmatic look, russet brown hair that fell in waves to her elbows, just how I one-day fancied mine to be and creamy skin that was just a shade lighter than mine.
Thin pink lips curved upward into a broader smile, it was then she began to speak after finishing her observation.
'I was hoping that you could help me,' Her voice wasn't dark and haunting like I thought it would be, but as silky smooth as Jesse's without the Spanish accent of course. This girl didn't strike me to be the shy type, then I realized she was not.
I trod lightly around ghosts, so I said in an all casual tone, 'Of course.' Elizabeth seemed pleased at this, 'So… Elizabeth–'
She interrupted, however, not rudely. Just stating a fact. 'Just call me Liz,' She said with another smile.
I nodded, sitting up and pulling away from Jesse who was gazing as intently at Elizabeth as I was. 'Alright, Liz then. Did you have any unfinished business you need to attend to?' Liz looked thoughtful, her smile dissappeared and she stood from her seat on my bed.
Sighing, Liz reached into a pocket of her jacket, a hooded gray one, with the words 'New York' printed across the chest area in bold, white letters, she also wore a cultured black skirt, a lacy hem at the bottom of it and a pair of black mules on her feet.
She spoke after handing me the piece of paper she withdrew from the jacket, 'Yes. There is one thing. This is an address to my Grandfather's house, if you could ask him where 'Elizabeth's Journal' is, he will give it to you. Don't ask my stupid brother though, he will just tell you to get out of the house and leave them alone.' She found this indistinctly amusing, nodded and then in a shower of azure light, dematerialized before I could register what was on the paper.
When I did get to glance at the paper, my eyes widened and I looked down at the address in disbelief, Jesse looked over my shoulder, apparently not seeing the reason to be so worked up about this.
But I was. Worked up, I mean.
Because on that paper, was an address. Not just any address, a specific one at that.
Paul Slaters House.
I guess I should explain about Paul, because the last time you probably heard of him, he had bullied into giving me shifting lessons.
But it didn't go down that way a few days afterwards. Paul's mother called from Seattle and told him that he needed to come home, that they have a law school that is very interested to see him. The look on his face was priceless and I knew he definetely didn't want to go back. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him somehow, even after all the things he's done wrong, because I definitely would feel sorry for anyone who had parents like that.
The last words from Paul to me were, 'I'll be back for you Suze.' Terminator much?
I mock my intelligence.
Doesn't everyone?
It took me a little while to prove to Jesse that I was not hallucinating, the fact that Liz was indeed related to Paul Slater one way or another. It all fell into place, half of it at least, I had no clue why she was dead or how she died, but I did know that Paul was definetely involved with this, and now, I was too. Eventually, Jesse got the message and was as clueless as I was, without a doubt thinking along the same lines as I, because he decided to speak then.
'This has something to do with that bastardo, Susannah. I can feel it.' He said, grimacing in aggravation. His face was kind of screwed up, but it made him look even more cute than usual. Face it, Jesse was always cute, one way or another. Whether it's when his eyes light up in concern or it's when his face screws up in concentration or frustration like it was now.
The moment was too good to pass, with Jesse sitting on the window seat and staring down the storey below, deep in thought. I put a finger to his bare chest, the shirt still hung flaccidly from his shoulders, and ran it down slowly, my fingers savoring every moment I spent feeling the skin underneath it. It was only until I got halfway down his chest, that he noticed.
I swear he jumped a couple of feet into the air, shuddering deeply then staring at me, my finger had stopped tracing the outline of his abs and was now carressing the spot it stopped at, my eyes, however, were a different story. I was taking in every part of him, saliva building up in my mouth, like it did whenever I looked hungrily at him.
After a moment, Jesse registered exactly what I was doing and took my hand off his chest and into his own. I smirked evilly and with the other hand, started to prod him on the shoulder, that was, until he grabbed that hand as well. I pouted, 'Your no fun.' I whined, his hands still gripping mine gently. Jesse laughed at my attempts to sulk, a moment later cocked his head to the side and before I knew it, the gap between us dissappeared.
My heart rate sped up immediately, my senses were plunged into overdrive and I become conscious to what was happening. Jesse was kissing me, oh happy day!
Over the initial shock, I started to kiss back, closing my eyes in ecstasy, all thoughts of Elizabeth Slater and how Paul aka. the Spawn of Satan was involved in this mess faded into a corner of my mind, all thoughts were on the kiss.
Eventually, I opened my eyes and found myself against the other side of the window seat, pressed up against it. Jesse's knees pressed my own together as he broke the kiss and moved towards my neck. Moaning in delight, I smiled and closed my eyes again. For someone who has been without anyone to kiss for 150 years – and back then you could hardly show that type of affection – Jesse knew all the right places, my hands coiled around his neck whilst he touched me.
Honestly, kissing feels nice.
I always thought that it was disgusting, quote: 'Exchanging Spit,' but that was before I was actually kissed before, Let me tell you now, I haven't been kissed a whole lot – only three times from Jesse, including this event – but you feel them, all the way from your head to your toes.
I sighed loudly, my neck tingling from the number of kisses Jesse had lain there, I felt lightheaded, up until Jesse broke away, grinning foolishly at me. 'Querida?' I nodded, smiling slightly at Jesse's chosen pet name for me. Querida meant sweetheart, or dearest one in Spanish, the way he said it, though, made my whole body momentarily tingle as my neck had moments ago.
I loosened my grip on his shoulders – where my hands had moved – before releasing him fully, Jesse did not disappear like he had on the previous two spine-tingling kisses he had given me, and for that, I was ecstatic. In my most sweetest tone, I said, 'Yes Jesse?'
'You must get ready for school or you will be late,' I nodded, a little disappointed that he had to break the kiss just to tell me that I had to go to school today, but grateful all the same. I walked toward my wardrobe and picked out what I would wear to school. I decided on a pair of green cargos and a light pink halter-neck top. I was deciding whether or not I would keep my hair down when Jesse spoke again.
I could see his reflection on the window-seat, he was looking directly at me. Not reading a book or playing with Spike. I giggled when I realized that he had, indeed, put his shirt back on properly.
Jesse heard my giggles, so he demanded. 'What are you giggling about, Susannah?'
I giggled again, 'Never mind.'
He jutted out his lower lip, just like he had last night. This time, I was not hysterically laughing, so I was immediately taken by his attempt to sulk. 'Aww, your so cute.' I said, grinning. Jesse walked up to the mirror I was staring at myself in and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me. My grin grew, if it could, even broader.
Jesse grinned back at me. You would think we were having some smiling contest or something. He nuzzled his head in my neck, making me giggle again. 'Jesse! Stop it!' I smacked the top of his head, secretly not wanting him to stop, but I had to. I knew that if I didn't, I would never get to school.
'What's wrong, querida?' He said in his most husky, sexy voice. I swallowed, hard. Jesse's irrisistible voice could always sway me to seeing his side of things.
'I need to get ready for school,' I pouted, doing what he had a few minutes ago. I should have known better, Jesse was immune to my pouting charms. He smiled though, and nodded. Seeing something my way for once.
'Of course, querida.' He sighed and walked back over to the window seat, again, not taking his eyes off me. His stare was so powerful, I burst out laughing.
Jesse's stare turned into an innocent and clueless look. This only made me laugh harder, as hard as I had laughed last night. I heard Jesse groan, 'Susannah, stop it, you'll get the hiccups again!' He couldn't control it anymore, I saw the grin bloom on his face like a rose in the summertime.
A boys voice resonated through the hall, 'Come on Suze, We're gonna be late!' Brad – or Dopey, as I call him – called up the stairs.
'I'll be right down!' I yelled back, then went into overdrive. I took out my bag, stuffed in my homework and books, then ran a brush through my hair. Just as I was walking through the threshold, I turned to Jesse, who was sitting there, reading his book. I raised an eyebrow.
'How many times do you want to read that book, Jesse?' He looked up at me innocently, not saying anything. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on each cheek before leaving.
He grinned at me once more before burying his nose into the book. I rolled my eyes and raced to the car, just as Doc and Sleepy got in. The former, of which, was grinning at me.
'I have something I want to show you after school, Suze!' He seemed very excited about something, which could only actually mean two things. Either it was something to do about Ghosts or one of his boring Science projects.
And if it's the latter, I will run away faster than he could say, Critical Theory since Plato.
'Sure,' I said, smiling back. He nodded and looked out the window, a grin still plastered on his freckle consumed face. I noticed how his red hair poked up in all angles today, as if he had forgotten to comb it back or something. I didn't let this get to me, however, as we rode to school.
AN-Hello! Ja here- Not as long as the first chapter, but the third will be much more longer. We have plans in store for this fic and we are working on it pretty damn hard, so another update should be up sooner than you expect. Mercy and I would REALLY appreciate it if you reviewed and we are trying to answer as many questions as we can.
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