Author's Note: this chapter has taken some serious work. I could have done some many different things here, but this just seems right.

It's funny how my life reflects in this story. That Jonathon guy is a dude I once knew, and my friend has been crushing on him since forever.

Enjoy, and please keep reviewing, you guys keep me going strong.

Chapter 8

Okay, so I freaked out and went all drama queen when I thought I was dead, but that was scary! When I opened my eyes I was in that hallway again. The fog was everywhere, and then Jonathon walked over to me. What the…?

"Hey Suze, sorry about what happened down there, but really you did this to yourself."

"What! Am I dead?"

"Oh, no don't worry about that, you're fine. Paul told me about how you can shift, so I made you shift here so we could talk."

He sounded so nervous and shy, but was smiling in an evil way.

"Wait, wait, wait! Paul, told you? How the hell do you know Paul?"

I could sense my fear being taken over by anger. Paul, why hadn't I thought of that? Of course Paul did this!

"Yeah, when I first opened my eyes I was over at his house and he was on his computer. His desktop background is a picture of you. When I saw it I couldn't believe he knew you, and then we started talking. He told me all about you and that cowboy guy. He told me how to get you to talk to me, and how I could get you to be mine…Nice guy really."

"Paul is NOT a 'nice guy'! And we don't need to talk, because you're not getting me. Jesse's got me, okay. Deal with it. I don't love you. I'm sorry, really I am, but it's too late for you and me." Okay, wait now I'm Jesse's? God my mind is weird.

"Suze, I never meant to upset you. Paul said that I could make you happy. But you have to give me a chance, Suze."

"Urgh! Listen J.T. you don't make me happy in that way! Only Jesse makes me happy. Not you, not Paul, not anybody except Jesse. Now, I'm going to give you two options; number 1) you open one of those nice doors and step inside, or number 2) I beat the crap out of you, and then push you through one of those doors. Now which option are you gonna take?"

"Um…number one sounds nice, I guess."

"Good, now go so I can get back to my body."

"Suze…can I just say one thing?"

"Sure, if you leave after you finish."

He walked over to me, and pinned me against a wall. He grabbed my arms, and held them above my head, in one hand. His other hand was on the small of my back. He leaned in close, and whispered in my ear; "No matter what happens with that Jesse guy, know that I love you. Suze, if you ever need me, all you have to do is call out, and I'll be there."

"Um, listen J.T. if I ever need help, I've got Jesse for that. I don't need you" I said as I kicked him again, in his special area, and pushed him off me.

He stumbled back against one of the doors, and grabbed the knob to support his weight, but he turned the knob, and a bright light flashed. Then, he was gone.

"Thank God" I said under my breath. Then I shifted back, and saw flashing lights. I could hear the sirens of an ambulance, and people around me shouting medical terms.

"Oh God" I said. My head hurt really badly, but I guess that happens when you're forced to shift out of your body.

An EMT took out a pen light and was flashing it in my eyes. He took my pulse and checked my vitals, before saying I was okay, and had probably just fainted. Yeah, fainted, sure. He led me out of the ambulance, and told me to take it easy, rest, and drink lots of fluids. Jesse was pacing nervously outside of the ambulance, while the EMT walked over and told him to watch over me, and make sure I was comfortable. Yeah, comfortable. I don't think comfortable is an option when your head feels like it's being spilt in two.

When Jesse saw me stumbling towards him, he sighed in relief, and ran over to me.

"Querida, are you alright? What happened?" he asked. He sounded so concerned. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and said "I'm okay. I have a killer headache, but other than that no complaints."

Jesse wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me possessively. After about five minutes the ambulance pulled away, and Jesse scooped me up.

"The EMT said you need lots of rest, and fluids. So, we'll go up and make you comfortable" he said with a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Why Jesse De Silva, are you trying to insinuate something?" I asked trying to sound shocked.

"Maybe Susannah, maybe" he replied. This time the playfulness in his voice was obvious.

He carried me up the stairs, and when we got to his apartment he gently put me down on his couch.

"Now, I'll go get the aspirin, and you stay here."

"Oh, alright" I said trying to sound annoyed, but I was actually quite happy to obey.

Jesse came back a minute later with aspirin, and a glass of water. I happily took both, and then stared up at Jesse. He looked so handsome. His shirt wasn't buttoned because almost all the buttons were missing, and his pants weren't zipped up which made me start giggling.

"Susannah, what is so funny?"

"Um, nothing. It's just, your fly is open" I said still laughing.

"My what?" he asked looking confused.

I ushered him over closer to me, and started laughing again.

"Jesse, the zipper on your pants is open. That's called a fly" I said practically rolling around on the couch. Jesse blushed furiously, and then zipped up his pants.

"I don't see how that is funny" he said, obviously annoyed.

"Jesse, I could see a little bit of your boxers, that's why it's so funny. And because you had no idea it was open" I said calming down.

"I still don't think it's that funny Querida."

"Well what would you do if my fly was open, and you could see some of my underwear?" I asked.

"I…I don't know. I probably wouldn't laugh though."

Just then I got an idea. I stood up and went into Jesse's bedroom. I went to his closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a belt.

"Querida, what are you doing?" Jesse asked from the doorway. He was leaning against the doorframe looking particularly handsome.

"You'll see" I said going into his bathroom. I took off my hot pants and fishnets, and then pulled on Jesse's jeans. The belt wasn't much help. I had it buckled on the last hole, and the pants were still falling down. Not to mention the fact that they were way too long. I made sure the zipper was open, before stepping back out into the bedroom.

Jesse laughed the second he saw me, and then noticed the open zipper, and stopped laughing. He got all awkward, and quiet, and then just stood there staring at the zipper.

This made me very uncomfortable. I knew he could see part of my hot pink thong, but still, he was staring down at that area. Sure, I sometimes stared at this area on him, but that's different.

Suddenly Jesse smiled, and walked over to me. "Querida, those pants are much too big for you. Maybe we should take them off of you" he said. He voice was shy and nervous, which made me nervous too. His hands undid the belt buckle, and the pants fell to the floor. Jesse was looking me right in the eye, almost too embarrassed to look down. I smiled, and then said "Well that's not fair" as I undid his pants and let them fall to the ground.

He blushed slightly, and then looked down at his pants, which were around his ankles. He then looked down at the pants I was wearing. He slowly inched his eyes, up my legs and then saw my underwear. His eyes got all big, and he looked up at me questioningly.

"Querida, what are you wearing?" he asked in a shocked tone.

"It's called a thong, Jesse" I said rather confidently.

"But, where are your underwear?" he asked.

I had to laugh at that. "Jesse, this is my underwear" I said between giggles.

"Querida, it barely covers you. How is that your underwear?" he asked, his eyes still big and wide.

"Jesse, almost everyone wears these nowadays. Their great, because you don't have to worry about a panty line."

"A what line?"

Again I couldn't help but laugh, "Jesse, a panty line. That's when people can see your panties through your clothes. It's kind of embarrassing. That's why most women wear thongs now. Because you don't have to worry about that embarrassing panty line." After I'd said that, I couldn't believe I had just told Jesse about panty lines. But what shocked me the most, was that I didn't get embarrassed until after I'd finished, and that Jesse looked intrigued while I told him.

"So, wait. Why don't women have to worry about panty lines when they're wearing these, these thongs?" Jesse asked genuinely curious. He was studying my underwear, and had almost reached out a hand to touch them, but quickly decided against that, and put his hand at his side.

"Uh…because the back doesn't cover your butt" I said. "Would you like to see?" I asked. At first Jesse looked a little shy, but then sheepishly nodded his head. I stepped out of the jeans, towards Jesse, and then spun around from him to see.

At first he just stared at my ass, but then he looked up, and spun me back around. He was smiling at me, and then stepped out of his pants, and pulled me against his chest. I gently pulled his shirt off him, so that all he had on was his boxers. I looked up at him, and smiled, and then pulled his face down so I could kiss him.

He stopped me, and said softly, "Querida, remember what I said earlier?"

I remembered alright. So I stepped back and walked over to the bed. I plopped myself down and then laid back onto the bed. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to think of anything to get him to change his mind. It wasn't working to well. So I just sighed deeply and closed my eyes.

Then I felt movement on the bed. I knew it wasn't me. I opened my eyes and sat up. Jesse was lying on his side beside me. I looked at him curiously, and then laid back down on the bed. I turned my head towards him, and saw he was smiling.

"Querida, you didn't let me finish. What I was trying to say is that I want you to forget what I said earlier tonight."

"You…you do?" I asked. I was completely shocked. I mean where were his morals and that speech, that whole waiting until marriage, keep your purity crap?

Jesse laughed a little, and then leaned over and kissed me. At first it was a regular, gentle kiss, but then, he was on top of me and ripping my top off of me. He looked down at me, and smiled. "See Querida, I can be wild too" he said playfully. I smiled back at him, and pulled him back down.

We kissed for what seemed like forever, and then we had the most amazing sex ever.

Not. I wish I could say that we did, had sex I mean. But we didn't. We fell asleep in each arms. Jesse in his boxers, and me in my thong, and bra. Now I'm sure when the EMT said to make sure I was comfortable, he didn't mean this, but boy was I comfortable. I really don't see how I've ever managed to sleep without Jesse holding me.

Oh, that night I had the best dream. Me and Jesse were waking up, and then we just stared into each other's eyes, and smiled. He broke the silence, and said "Good morning Mrs. De Silva." "Well good morning to you as well, Mr. De Silva." We kissed a little, and then got up. I went to the window, and saw that we were in Paris. I could see the Eiffel Tower! Jesse came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"It's beautiful" I said looking out over Paris.

"I know" Jesse said. Only he was staring at me.

I turned around, and kissed him. Then I pushed him back down onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. He smiled up at me, and said "Querida, I would love to, but we really should eat something. We've been here for two days already, and we haven't left our hotel room once."

I smiled back down at him and pouted a little. He kissed me, and replied "Well, I suppose we could eat a little later."

When I woke up the next morning. Jesse was watching me. He smiled at me and nuzzled his face in my hair.

"Good morning Querida" he said.

I smiled up at him, and replied "Good morning Jesse."

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, still smiling at me.

"Oh yeah. I had the best dream" I said pecking him on the lips.

"Really?" he asked. Only this time he had a knowing look in his eyes.

"What's with that look?" I asked.

He chuckled lightly, and said "Querida, you were talking in your sleep. Well, screaming actually."

I blushed, and buried my face in his neck. "Oh God! Oh God! What did I scream?"

He laughed again. "You were shouting my name, and something about how good, whatever I was doing to you felt" he replied smiling again.

"Oh God!"

"You said that too."

"Jesse, I…Oh God."

He lifted my face from his neck, and smiled at me again. "So was I any good? Or were you just being nice?" he asked.

I blushed again, and put my head back on his chest. "You were…you were…oh God, you were good" I said looking back up at him.

He smiled bright and then pulled me to his face. He kissed me softly, and said "Well, I'll just have to show you how good."