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

OK, because I love all of my readers (and I'm bored with nothing else to do:-p) I'm going to do the other chappy. This one's all fluff in the new house. So... ENJOY!


Jesse's POV

Andy told me that the house was finished. So after staying up all night at the hospital, I took Susannah home.

"Were home..." I announced, looking over at Susannah. But, not surprisingly, she was asleep. She looked so peaceful, cuddled up with her head on the window.

I just sat there a moment, staring at her. Tucking back a few stray strands of hair that fell in her face, I couldn't help but wonder why on earth she picked me. Nombre de Dios... Out of all the men in the world, she wanted to marry me. It made me feel unworthy.

I carefully got her out of the car and brought her inside. After putting her on our new bed, I took all of our luggage out of the car and in the house. After bringing in our last bag, I wondered something. Should I change Susannah in her Pajamas?

Figuring that there was nothing there I hadn't seen now, I went ahead and carefully put her night clothes on. I moved slowly, not to wake her. Once I finished, I joined her in the bed myself.

"I love you..." Susannah mummbled in her sleep. She tends to talk in her sleep. She always has. I noticed this while I was still a ghost.

So I watched the love of my life sleep while I was dead. Sue me.

Anyways, I moved closer to her, gently stroking her cheekand moving up to her hair. I knew I had her. All of her. It's the most incredible feeling in the world. Knowing that Susannah is now my wife.

Kissing her temple softly, I whispered back. "Te amo, Querida."


At about 3:30 in the afternoon, I woke up. At first I was wondering why I was waking up so late, but then I remembered that we didn't go to sleep until 7:15 that morning. I looked over at Susannah, who was slowly waking up.

"Where are we?" She asked, yawning as she sat up. It took a couple of seconds for it to click. "Oh, my God! Is this the house?"

I nodded. "Yes." Getting up I pulled her out of the bed. "Cmon, you gotta see it."

So, I showed her the house. It was a 2 floor house with 4 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms. And it had a pool. My job pays a good amount of money. Plus, I got a lot of help from Andy and his construction company to fix it up quickly.

"And last, but most certainly not least, the master bedroom." I announced as we walked back in. She really didn't get to see much of it yet. But she loved the large bathtub in the bathroom. We also had an incredible view from the balcony. You could actually see a tiny bit of blue from the ocean.

Susannah leaned back on me as we looked out at our backyard. We actually had a house to start a family in. It was truly surreal. "Thank you. This is amazing. It's my dream house!" Susannah said, stroking my hand with her thumb.

"Thank you for marrying me." I responded quietly, kissing her head softly. "But I don't know why you did."

She spun around in my arms, looking me in the eye before pulling me down for a long, tender kiss. I picked her up to alter the height difference slightly. Her legs hugged around my waist tightly.

"You wanna know why I married you?" Susannah asked as she pulled away. She was slightly taller than me now, so she was looking down at me instead of up. When I nodded, she continued with a smile. "You're the sweetest, loving, most caring person I know." She then added with a grin. "Not to mention the sexiest man alive. And you don't even know it."

I highly doubted the last line, (A/N: He really has no clue how incredibly sexy he is, does he?) but it was an ego boost all the same. I don't consider myself "sexy", but if Susannah thinks so, I'm doing something right. "What was that last thing you said?" I asked jokingly as I carried her back in the bedroom. I put her down on the bed, kissing her soft neck. She likes that.

"What? That your sexy?" She asked.

"No... I believe it was 'The Sexiest Man Alive'... am I correct?" I said with a grin, staring at her mesmerizing emerald eyes as my fingers traced her smooth skin. Her tank top was 'magically' coming off, along with mine, as she nodded.

Ever since that first night in Hawaii, I havn't been able to control myself. It's like I'm addicted to her. I always hand to be touching her in some way. I just love the way she feels. Her skin is like velvet, her hair is as soft as silk. If I had known that it would be this incredible, I wouldn't have waited.

Suze's POV(a/n: because sex scenes are easier for a woman to write if they are from a woman's point of view:-p.)

Soon enough, our clothes were discarded. We were buried underneath the covers, legs tangled up in eachother. Jesse couldn't seem to stop kissing me, and I coudn't seem to stop giggling.

Then I felt a certain organ of Jesse's harden. "Well, Aloha, Mr. de Silva..." I said jokingly, tucking back some long black strands of hair that fallen in his face. His hair has gotten a little long. Like to his ears. I like it. It gives me more to run my fingers through.

Jesse smiled as he rolled on top of me, leaving a trail of kisses starting from my neck and slowly moving down. He ended on the skin between my breasts. His hair felt real nice right there.

My eyes opened when he stoped, meeting his. They never left eachother as he thrusted into me, causing an unexplainable amount of pleasure that I could feel all the way to my toes. I wrapped my legs around him, needing him more now than I ever did.

Jesse pulled away, breathing heavily as he layed down beside me. He kissed my cheek softly, whispering something Spanish.

At that moment, I knew for a fact that our marriage would never fail. Not with the mindblowing orgasmic sex we had. There was no way I was giving that up for any reason.

Jesse de Silva is a sex god. And he's mine.


OK... THAT is it. For this story, any way. I'm expecting a good amount of reviews since I gave you the extra chappy... Please? Long reviews are good!