DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Meg Cabot. I do not own the charecters (except for the unknowns). The plot, however, is all mine.

Finally... an update! We left the keys early because of a "tropical disturbance" so here I am, the bearer of S/J fluffiness. Since I've been in Florida (with a hovering Grandma) I havn't been able to give you some serious fluff without my Grandma thinking I'm a whore or something... so now I shall give you a lemon.

Thanks for reviewing and giving my ego a boost.

Without further adeiu... Chappy 9!


Suze's POV

I have never been more content in my life. Just lying there, looking at Jesse as he stared right back at me. We were just having a little post-sex chat.

"So... How many children do you think we'll have." I asked randomly, running a finger up his wedding ring. It was a plain golden band, but I loved it all the same.

He smiled. "It doesn't matter to me. Just as long as they're healthy." Jesse told me as he kissed my hand. I took my hand and ran it against his cheek. I never get tired of feeling how warm it is.

During times like this I know there is a God. Because here he is. The love of my life. Lying next to me. Breathing. Against all odds.

"What about you," He asked, pausing to kiss my palm. "How many children do you think we'll have?"

"I don't know." I said.

For the next few minutes we just sat there. Talking. I love just talking to him. A lot of women complain that men don't talk. Not my Jesse. Not at all. He's quite the talker. He's always talking.

Well, unless his lips are doing other things.

Ahem.

"I love this. Just us." I said, running a toe up his calf.

Jesse let out a soft sigh as he traced things in my arm. I get the strongest feeling of euphoria whenever he touches me. I don't think I've stoped smiling once during this honeymoon.

"I love being with you in general," He said, moving closer to me. "I love you." Jesse then planted a small kiss on my cheek as our fingers became entwined together.

"I love you too." I told him, raising my eyes to meet his dark gaze. "I still can't believe were married.After 5 and a half years of dating..." I added in a joking tone.

Jesse closed the space between us by kissing my on the lips. It was gentle at first, but eventually our tounges greeted eachother.

Well, eventually, we were interupted by a loud growl coming from Jesse's stomach. We both just started laughing.

"Sorry..." He said, in between giggles.

"It's ok." I told him. "Want pizza?"

"Yeah." Said Jesse, nodding. "Do you think there's a place that will deliver?"

"I dunno... let's find out." I rolled out of bed, with a lot of effort, and picked up the phone. I called about 10 pizza places with no luck. It seemed hopeless until I landed on Boston's Northend Pizza Bakery (A/N The worlds best pizza, by the way)

They delivered a ham and pineapple pizza to our hotel room/apartment. So we sat on the bed, on either side of a large pizza box, dressed only in the provided bathrobes. The slices were huge. Like double the size of Pizza Hut.

Finishing off the final slice, I took the empty box off of the bed. I finally decided to listen to the advice of Cosmo and I crawled up on his lap.

God, I love the honeymoon.

Jesse grinned his very sexy grin as I wrapped my legs around him. But soon enough, we both jumped halfway into the air at the sound of thunder. And I actually screamed.

It was so unexpected. The weather man said it wasn't going to rain today. But he was clearly wrong judging by the buckets that were falling down.

I finally regained some composure once I remembered whose lap I was on. "Well, I guess were staying in tonight..."I whispered in his ear before softly nibbling on his earlobe, causing him to let out a shiver.

Let me just credit Cosmo for they're wonderful job on finding what makes men go insane. All those tips are working perfectly.

Jesse'shand began to peel off my bathrobe, kissing the uncovered skin. You gotta hand it to him. He knows how to please a woman. Between kisses, he would say something in Spanish that sounded very dirty. Why in all that is good and pure did I take French?

"Hey... that's not fair. I don't know what your saying." I whined. OK big no-no. Do not whine when the love of your live is undressing you.

He glanced up at me, a playful smile on his lips. "I don't want you to know what I'm saying. You might hurt me." He said, before his kisses moved down to my breasts.

"Oh, I doubt that..." I said, untying his bath robe. Figuring fair is fair, I whispered some french.

Jesse looked up at me. "Are you actually speaking french?" WhenI nodded, he continued, in a thick voice. "It sounds sexy."

Hardly... I was asking him how to get to the nearest restroom. But for all I know, he could be asking the same thing.

A small gasp escaped my lips as Jesse's lips covered my right nipple. The feeling of him kissing and sucking my breast was causing me to lose my breath. And the ability to sit upright since I fell down on my back.

I finally removed his bath robe and he continued to do the same for me. His wondrous hands began crawling up my thighs. This tickled in a quite different way. But what was really exciting was his fingers dangerously close to the forbidden area.

Now I was loving this, but I wanted to know what he liked. It wasn't like I didn't enjoy being pleased. I just felt that fair is fair. Which is why I rolled on top.

I began with kissing his earlobe, slowly moving down. He seemed to like that, judging by the feeling of of Jesse's chest vibrate from a deep moan. It felt great, knowing that I was making him feel like that.

His fingers rose up to my still slightly damp hair, gently massaging my scalp. Whenever he does this, it's like I'm at a hair salon or something. You know how when they shampoo your hair and how awesome it feels? Yeah, that's the feeling. (A/N: or is it just me?)

I guess during the kissing I hit a sensitive spot, judging by the sudden hardness from the pants region. It took a moment for me to realize that that was for me.

Sweet.

It still gets me everytime.

Without words, Jesse rolled back on top, planting soft kisses in my hair. I closed my eyes, running my hands against his back. He has to work out in secret. I mean, how else would he stay so incredibly sexy and fit.

As he began to come into me, it felt a little different than the other times. I mean, the other times were insanly wonderful. But I gotta admit, I was left a little sore.

But now, it was almost impossible to breathe. Then was when I realized that I was having an orgasm. The one that all of my friends kept talking about.

My back arched I reached out for the crumpled up sheets. I don't even remember what I was saying, but I do remember muttering some words. I'mnot even going to bother asking Jesse. I kinda don't wanna know what odd things were pouring from my lips. All I know is that I had to get him further into me.

I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him as close as possible to me. Jesse's hands began holding me by the small of my back as he began to leave small trails of kisses down my neck. It was this huge combination of sensations that pushed me to the brink.

We continued doing... that for an uncounted number of minutes until he pulled away, leaving us both breathing heavily.

"That was... incredible." I managed to say breathlessly, resting my head on his shoulder as our legs got tangled up with eachother. his fingers pushed away some hair that fell into my face.

"It was." He said shortly. I think we were both to tired to form any sentence containing more than 3 words. I also think we were to tired to do much else since that's the last thing that I remember from that night.


I'm not the worlds greatest at the whole "writing sex scenes" thing. But I tried.

That deserves a review... doesn't it?