The Mediator: Egyptian Style
The next morning I awoke before Jesse, which I always thought was virtually impossible. Well, until now.
I put on some sneakers and shorts and an old camisole and went jogging. I wrote a note to Jesse saying I'd be back later. He didn't have to know where I was, but just had to know that I went out.
Yes, I was still pissed at him.
Oh, you might think that I was being immature. Sure, I probably was. But it just really ticks me off that he always chooses them over ME. It's like, since I was never a ghost, I am not good enough for him. I don't understand, I guess.
Whatever.
When I got outside, I immediately thanked the gods that it wasn't humid. If it was, I'd be drenched with sweat when I got back. If I was ever going back, that is.
Okay, yes, that was immature. I would go back. I love Jesse, but he can just be a little . . . aggravating sometimes. Especially for someone like me that has a short temper.
I passed by a few little tourist attractions. They weren't that interesting though. Still, though, I went into a few of them. The one was a book store, actually.
Yes, I know. Suze Simon in a book store? Don't see that everyday.
Well, shut up. I was just buying time.
And apparently I was buying a book also.
I SAID SHUT UP!
I just bought a book, okay? A stupid book on pyramids and their old myths.
Yes, I was pissed off at Jesse for always taking the ghost's side, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't help him out with it all.
When I got back, Jesse was hounding me.
"Why didn't you say where you were going?" he yelled.
"Stop yelling, Jesse," I replied calmly. "And you don't need to know where I am every minute of the day. I am 22 and independent."
(A/N: I changed her age. She was originally 18, but I figured she should be a little older if they're older and doing the dirty and stuff, you know? So, yeah, she is offically 22 now and can drink. Sorry for the confusion.)
His face immediately softened. "Susannah, I was just worried," he said, taking hold of my hand.
I snatched my hand away from him. "Right. Well, I guess you have a certain ghost to worry about too, right?" I sneered.
He sighed. "Susannah, please understand. I just . . . I'm inquisitive, I guess. I don't think this was an ordinary murder, querida, and I want to get to the bottom of it." Then he seemed to notice the bag I had in my hand. "What is that, Susannah?" he asked curiously.
I took the book from the bag and plopped it on the counter. "Thought it would interest you," I replied aloofly.
He grinned. "I love it. Not as much as I love you, though," he said, and, get this, tried to kiss me.
Hmph.
He thinks he can kiss me after all that.
I mean, I don't mind his kisses. Not one bit. But this is a time that I should resist them. You know, get my point across.
I'd forgive him in due time.
When he was really annoyed that I was still pissed with him.
Then I 'd kiss him and he'd be thrilled and we'd have wonderful sex.
Yep, I have it all planned out.
. . . hehe . . .
I'm horrible. I'm sorry.
But anyway, right when he was about to kiss me I walked away. To say he was shocked would be a big understatement.
Biiiiiiiig.
Just like something else of Jesse—
Sorry. That you didn't need to know. But I know it.
. . . teehee . . .
So anyway, I went into the bathroom to take a shower, since I was kind of . . . icky. Why Jesse wanted to kiss while I was like this is a mystery to me.
I took a quick shower. I wrapped the towel around me when I got out and went into the bedroom to get changed.
"Hold on, Mrs. Ackerman, here she is," I heard Jesse say as I walked out of the bathroom.
I looked at him questioningly. "It's your mother," he said.
I gave him a smirk. "I gathered that." Then I snatched the phone from his hand and held it to my ear, while sitting down on the bed next to him.
"Mom?"
"Suzie? Oh, honey, it's so great to hear from you! How is the honeymoon going? And how is - uh . . . Jesse . . . ?" she asked enthusiastically.
I laughed. I could tell what she meant by the last question. "Great, Mom. Everything is perfect. Jesse's good too, aren't you, Jesse?" I said, glancing sideways at him. I laughed at the expression he gave me.
"That's great, sweetie. And especially that Jesse . . ." she said. And I could've sworn, and maybe I'm wrong about this, that she growled.
Um . . . okay.
"Mom . . ."
"Oh, sorry," she said. "Um . . . well, the reason that I called is because - well . . . there has been some complications here, Suzie," she said.
What's with the cryptic messages?
"Complications?" I echoed. Then I remembered her baby. Oh . . . shit. Nothing's wrong with the baby, is there?
"Honey, I've been in the hospital for the past few days," she informed me.
That was when I thought the worst.
Oh, no, she lost the baby. No, no, no, no, no, NO, NO! She can't have lost the baby. It's just not possible. Not my little brother or sister.
When I remained silent, she said, "Honey, I thought something was wrong. But, Suzie . . . I'm having TWINS!" she cried, joyful.
Oh, my God.
"Really?" I squealed, my sorrow soon turning to ecstatic happiness.
"YES!" she yelled back.
"Mom, that is so awesome!" I gushed.
Seriously, just the thought of having one little baby brother or sister made me excited. But two? Well, I was ecstatic.
"I know, honey," she said. "The babies are due in two months, tops. So if you and Jesse wanna stay for a little while longer . . ."
I laughed. "Thanks, Mom, but I think we're good. I'll talk to him about it though."
"Okay. Well, I just wanted to tell you. I can't wait til you get back sweetie."
"Me neither, Mom. I love you," I said.
"Love you too, Suze," she said and hung up.
Jesse looked at me expectantly. When I didn't say anything, he said, "Well? What did she say that you were so excited about?"
"Oh. She's having twins," I replied nonchalantly, like I didn't really care. I knew that would annoy him. Back to my plan . . .
"Twins? Wow, that's great! Does she know the sexes yet?" he asked inquisitively.
"Nada," I said, using the little bit of Spanish I knew.
"Oh." Then he came up behind me while I was searching for some clothes to wear. Remember, I was still in a bath towel. "Susannah, please listen to me. I'm sorry about all of this. Can't we just forget that it happened?"
I turned around and practically pressed my boobs to his chest. "No," I replied shortly and walked over to the bed.
Then I proceeded to dress right in front of him.
I changed into a set of red lacy undergarments, a denim mini skirt, and a red tank top with a lacy fringe.
And Jesse just stood there the whole time, staring at me. Sure, it was a little unnerving, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
"Su-Susannah?" he finally said.
I turned around. "Hmm?"
"I - I think I'm going to take a shower," he said. Then he mumbled, "A very cold shower."
I laughed to myself and let him go.
Well, at least I know what my body can do to him.
I'm so evil.
I noticed he closed the door but didn't lock it. Hehe, this is my chance.
So, I stripped myself of the clothes that I had just put on. Then I waited until I heard the shower go on. After I was pretty sure Jesse was in the shower, I carefully opened the door, making sure I didn't alert him.
And then I snuck in the shower behind him.
I watched him for a few minutes, because he still hadn't noticed me.
Um . . . hello?
When he still hadn't turned around, I carefully put my hands around him from behind.
I think I scared the hell out of him. I mean, if the way he jumped was any indication.
He turned around. "Susannah? What - what are you doing in here?" Then he looked down at me and said. "Naked?"
I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. When I pulled away, I said, "What do you think I'm doing here, Jesse?"
He grinned. "I thought you were still angry with me?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I am. But that's not going to get in the way of my hormones."
He laughed. "Hmm . . . you are amazing." And he pulled me closer. That's when I noticed that he was still - um . . . engorged.
"Jesse," I laughed.
"Hmm?" he said, before leaning down and kissing me.
"You - um . . . let's go somewhere . . . dry," I said.
And that's when he said something that shocked me. It wasn't really bad or anything. I just never expected he's say something like that.
"Even if we did, it wouldn't be dry for long . . ." he said.
Um . . . ewww. That was kind of . . . ewww. Even if it was Jesse saying it.
"Jesse!" I said, shocked.
"What?" he asked innocently. "We're wet and the sheets would get wet from us being wet."
"Right," I said, leaning in to him.
Then he scooped me up and we went back into the bedroom to do . . . stuff.
- § -
So much for going out today.
Jesse had a whole other pyramid-exploration thing planned for us today. And . . . well, we kind of got distracted, if you know what I mean.
I lay on Jesse's chest with his fingers dipping low on my back. I squirmed a little because it tickled. He just chuckled and kissed my hair.
I twisted myself so I was facing him, my breasts leaning against his chest. He smiled at me and continued to tease my skin. When I stayed like that, he asked, "I thought you were still mad at me?"
I smirked. "I was. After that, though . . . I don't think he I could be . . ." I smiled innocently and lay back down on him, my breasts still leaning on him. I kind of wanted him to, you know, feel that I was still here.
Right.
He chuckled and started playing with my hair with his hand, his other one still tickling the small of my back. "Hmm . . ." he said. "Are we going to lay here all day? Or go out?"
"Hmm . . ." I said, pretending to ponder. I twisted myself around again and stared at him. "Well, we could go out. But do you really want to get off this oh-so-comfortable bed? Plus, we could still do . . . other things . . ." I suggested.
He chuckled again. "You're right. Getting off this bed right now would be a sin."
I grinned. "I'm rubbing off on you," I stated.
He smirked mischievously. "I should hope so," he said.
Judging by the way he said it, I don't think he meant it innocently.
It kinda shocked me, but I guess I was used to being shocked on this trip, so I just kissed him. "I love you," I whispered against his lips.
"I love you, too, querida."
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