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Embarrassed Suitor

I have always wondered what it would look like to see Jesse and I make out. Not me, of course, but someone who couldn't see Jesse. If you could only see me, then it would look really weird for me to be kissing the air. This thought runs through my mind as Jesse's mouth moves down my throat and starts to suck below my right ear. A very pleasant sensation by the way. His hands have moved up my waist, under my shirt, groping around. This really surprises me because usually Jesse springs away from me about now, and so I kind of jump forwards, bumping into him. Apparently this was the right thing to do, because Jesse stops giving me a hickey and shudders against me.

"Susannah, we should stop. This can't go any further." He says this but I don't think he really means it, as he doesn't pull away from me. His thumb is running back and forth over the clasp of my bra, as if he was waiting for permission. Or to see if I would slap him across the face. Which is something he would probably expect from the girls in his time period. Me? Never would I slap Jesse for copping' a feel. Maybe bow down before him and call him master…but never slap him. Thinking about girls from his time period also makes me think of if he did this with anyone when he was alive. Cause' I don't think him and Bitch-face-ex-fiancé and him ever got it on, if you know what I mean.

I lean my head back so I can look at Jesse's face and before I can think better of it, ask, "Jesse, did you ever do this," I look between our bodies meaningfully, "when you were alive?" Jesse appears to be so startled that he completely lets go of me and backs away from the bed.

Why do I do this to myself? When I want to make out with him, he won't. And when we finally are getting down and dirty, my stupid brain comes up with something that will completely turn him off of kissing me. Urrggh!

But the question is out and my curiosity is wetted so I might as well continue with the questionnaire.

"Jesse? Are you gonna answer that one?" Jesse looks at me with the same startled expression on his face and turns away from me. He looks really uncomfortable, and I think that maybe when he was alive he didn't sleep with anyone, that he was still a virgin when he died. Guy's popularity at school is seemingly determined with how many chicks they have scored, and maybe it was the same back in Jesse's time, only with formal language and outfits. Maybe that's why he was embarrassed.

I mention this prospect to him and if it's possible, he looks even more pained after I finish speaking. Jesse shakes his head, looks at me, sighs and says,

"Susannah" Right before dematerializing. So unfair! You can't just use you preternatural powers to leave in the middle of a conversation! That's just plain rude, not to mention cheating. I lean up on my elbows on the bed, thinking about Jesse's reaction to my question. If he wasn't a virgin when he died, and he was still really embarrassed, then that would mean…no. Jesse isn't a "player" There is no way. He's too much of a gentleman. Jesse is an embarrassed suitor if I ever saw one. But then there's no explanation for why he was embarrassed. Unless…

I think of a possible answer when I hear a soft knock on my window above my window seat. My heart races for a second as a see a dark outline of a male figure on the roof outside the window of my room. That is until I realize who it is.

A/N: Wow. I just can't seem to stop the cliffhangers, it's my curse. I'm really sorry about the updating. I'm not very good at sitting down and writing chapters. Here's hoping that changes. Thank you to all those who reviewed, and please review again. Feel free to criticize. I love feedback.