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This chapter is all in Jane's POV, in the next we'll hear more from Seth, I promise.
Chapter 23: My Sun
Jane's POV
"Ugh, Seth!" I covered my face with my hands and then spun around to face him. "God, I hate myself when I do this? Why can't I stop making everything so dark and sad?"
"Why don't you focus on not saying that you hate yourself? That's probably a great start," Seth replied, sweeping a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I don't actually hate myself," I moaned and then shook my head, finally removing my hands. I sighed and leaned into him. "Will you please take me away from here?" I softly begged. "Please, please, please, Seth? Just sweep me away to some deserted island like in a terrible romance novel and we'll spend our days having hot, passionate sex and eating pancakes."
Seth moaned and then wrapped his arms tightly around me. "You have no idea how tempting that sounds. I seriously would steal you away right this second and never let you out of my sight again, Janesie." Seth spoke those words with gritted teeth and a seriously sexy lip bite. God. I wanted to bang him so bad.
Jesus!
I had literally contracted middle school boy brain from dating Seth.
"Ooo, Seth," I moaned and bit the center of my lip, reaching for his waistband.
"Ugh, Jane," He replied, messing my hair as he grasped the back of my neck.
I let out a breath of need and leaned my hips into his center.
"A getaway is sounding pretty dang tempting right about now," Seth murmured against my lips.
I breathed into his mouth. "Mmm, yeah?" I flirted, making my voice sound all deep and sexy as I pulled down the waistband of his sweats.
"Jane Macalister," Seth gasped just a little bit. "You're so bad, baby. When did you get so bad?"
"Mm," I pretended to take my time to really think about my answer. "Probably around the time when you deflowered me."
"Oo," Seth winced. "That makes me feel a little guilty."
"Yeah," I bit the corner of my lip to hold down my smile. "My parents probably would have hated you, now that you mention it."
"You probably would have had a curfew," Seth smiled into my own smile.
"Oh yeah," I closed my eyes. I knew that this was super creepy, but I was finding this conversation surprisingly sexy. "And I would have gotten in trouble for being on the phone with you all night," I just barely whispered, "And I probably would have gotten it taken away."
"Probably," Seth murmured, brushing his lips against my jawline.
"And then they might have found some dirty text messages and forbidden you from seeing me ever again."
Finally, I giggled. "Do you think you still would have slept with me then? Or do you think that you would have been too scared to after my dad threatened to bury you in my backyard."
Seth laughed, and then he brushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "Baby, regardless of how much your dad threatened me, I completely lose all thought process when you look at me with those big, sexy eyes and bite your lip. Is that purposeful, by the way? I've always wondered that."
"Is what purposeful?" I hopped up on the counter and began swinging my legs.
"The sex appeal. Do you know what you're doing or it is completely accidental?"
I giggled. "I know what I'm doing, baby," I said with a wink.
Seth moaned. "You're so sexy," He cupped my cheeks in his palms. "I'm kind of glad to hear that. If it's purposeful, than I don't have to worry about you accidentally seducing every boy you meet."
I rolled my eyes. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Seth." I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer. "The point there being, boys. Why would I have any interest in a boy when I've got a sexy, loyal man waiting for me at home."
"You've sure got a way with words, Jane Macalister," He mumbled.
"I take that as the biggest complement in the world as an admittingly terrible communicator."
"Oh, well, I'm talking about sex, baby." My mouth immediately dropped. Seth laughed and kissed me softly. "You're extremely expressive during that. Surprisingly expressive. Your vocabulary increases by about 200 words. All of them that have the ability to make even the strongest man blush."
"Seth!" I laughed, my eyes widening and a blush forming immediately on my cheeks. "You stop it right now!"
"What?" Seth laughed, though there was a teasing glint behind his eye that had me know that he was having too much fun teasing me to ever really stop. "I think it's extremely romantic how your favorite word is the f word when we're getting it on."
"Now you're just making fun of me," I laughed easily.
"Never," Seth laughed and then buried his lips into the crook of my neck. He took a long, deep breath. "God, you smell amazing, Jane. I missed how you smelled so much."
"Oh, Seth," I wrapped my arms around his neck and then rested my cheek against his shoulder. "I missed you so much. I missed how warm you are and how you cuddle me every night. The morning is fun, too, but by that time I am so overheated that it's not as fun."
Seth's chest shook as he laughed. "Remind me to get you a fan, baby."
"That would be nice," I sighed. "Now that I know you're like 110 degrees due to being a werewolf, I have so many other experiments to run on you."
"Jane," Seth seemed unable to hold back his laugh. "Are my worries coming true? The truth is, I actually didn't want to tell you about my supernatural abilities because I was worried that you would turn me into your personal lab rat?"
"Babe," I laughed. "Too soon."
"So," Seth pulled back and then brushed the back of his fingers across my chin. "Are you serious about that trip?"
My lips parted. "Really?"
Seth nodded his head. His sweet, sensitive, gentle eyes were staring at me in a way that any girl in the world could only ever dream of a man looking at them.
I bit the center of my lip. He couldn't be serious, though, just the thought had me so, completely excited I could hardly hold it back.
"We couldn't," I let my shoulders drop, and my hope go with it.
"Hey, hey," Seth reached for my face to pull it back up. "Why do you say that? Hm?"
I sighed. "Seth. It would be so impossible," I rolled my neck. "With work and school and..."
"Screw it, Jane. Screw all of it."
My eyes widened. This did not sound like normal, rational, calm-cool and collected Seth Clearwater that I was used to.
"Seth," I began.
"Jane," He pulled my face to his. "All that this break proved to me is that I never want to spend another freaking second without you." I couldn't help but giggle. "Nothing else matters. I'm serious, Jane."
I laughed louder now. "You're so sweet, Seth. So unrealistic and completely ridiculous and idiotic, but it's so romantic nonetheless." I pulled his collar towards me and kissed him slowly, sweetly, too.
I pulled away just to whisper into his lips. "I love you, Seth."
Seth took a deep breath against my mouth. "I love you, Jane. Now pack a bag."
I chuckled. "Now you're just being mean! I'm so sad we can't."
"Why can't we again?" He pushed.
"Life, Seth!" I laughed and met his eyes. "We can't just drop out lives like we're main characters in the Notebook."
"But we're not main characters in the Notebook," He argued. "We're main characters in something even better. Something where you preferably don't get engaged to another man."
I gasped. "Me?" I feigned disbelief. "Never!"
"Good answer," Seth kissed me gently. "Get your bag, baby."
He left me sitting on top of the counter, yearning for more and completely confused and a whole lot shocked.
"Seth," I let out a shock of disbelief. "What're you doing?"
"Well I'm about to pack a bag for you myself if you don't cooperate!" He laughed.
"Cooperate?" My mouth dropped. "What's even happening?"
"We're going away for the weekend."
"We are?"
"Yes." Seth dropped his bag and then came back over to me. He reached for my jaw in his hands and pressed our foreheads together. "Come away with me, Janesie. Just you and me. Please?"
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. "But Seth," I finally managed to speak. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere!" He kissed me deeply, leaving my head spinning. "Anywhere! Let's just go! Let's do it! Just you and me, baby!"
I bit the corner of my thumb nervously. "Yeah?"
"Yes!" He pecked me quickly. "Hurry up!"
I giggled as I hopped off of the counter. "Are you kidding?"
"No, Jane!" Seth actually laughed now. "I'm not kidding, and I'm also not taking no for an answer. Also, Lena told me that you were taking extra shifts during the weeks we were off to fill your time so that you didn't think about me, so I know that you can take off. Don't try that excuse."
I sighed. "Does anything that I do manage to stay a secret?" I grumbled. "The gossip cycle around this place is unreal."
"Eh," Seth disagreed with a teasing smile playing on his lips. "I'd argue that hearing my extremely sexy and incredible girlfriend was so hung up on me she had to work longer hours just to keep her mind occupied was kind of nice to hear."
"You're so annoying," I chuckled. "Though I do admit that I'm happy you saw through me. I felt terrible for lying to you."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "You lied to me?"
I nodded. "When I came over here with ice cream, remember? I told you that it was nice having the time to catch up on school and stuff. Complete lie. I was a wreck!"
"I couldn't tell," Seth teased.
"Hey!" I laughed. "So not fair! I had just figured out my boyfriend was a werewolf!"
"I'm not judging your reaction, Janesie," Seth laughed. "Actually, I've told you multiple times now that I think your reaction was warranted to whatever you wanted it to be. But I do think that it's still crazy that you think you could trick me so easily. Sometimes I can tell what you're feeling just from your face."
"If I didn't love you so much," I sighed as I collected my clothes from around the room where Seth had discarded them earlier. "I would be terrified of that."
I picked up what remained of my sweatshirt. "Seth!" I moaned. "This was my favorite sweatshirt! And you tore up my tank top, too!"
Seth poked his head out of the closet only to shoot me a glance out of very mischievous eyes. "So sorry about that," He grinned. "I'll buy you another one."
"Well that's very nice of you, but I literally have nothing to wear. Could we stop by my place before leaving on this completely idiotic getaway?"
"The romantic things you say to me," He joked.
I giggled. "I can't help it. I'm a hopeless romantic with a science brain. It's a weird world here inside of my head."
"I know who you are, Jane," Seth emerged from the closet with a humorous smile on his face. "And yes we can stop at your house."
"Who am I, then?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"You want to know what I think?" He chuckled.
"Yes. Yes, I really do," I answered definitively.
"Well," Seth sighed. "I think you're enamored with love and you want a fairytale like the stories you read about. I do think, though, that you'll always have a fear of that not working out, or something going wrong, so as a defense mechanism, you make jokes about it and pretend like it's the last thing that you want, when really, it's actually the only thing that you want."
I moaned as I slipped on my jeans. "I take it back. No more psychoanalyzing me. Have you thought about becoming a therapist?"
"No," Seth laughed. "That was actually what my mom thought I should go into, though. Me, personally, I love you Janesie, but you're the only person for whom I would happily listen to your problems all day long."
"You know what?" I reached for his bag of clothes so that he could rush into the bathroom to get his toiletries together. "You're totally right. Do you know how jealous I would get at you listening to other girl's problem's all day long, alone in an office with them as they cried to you?"
"So what would you have done if I had actually become a therapist then?" Seth eyed me through the mirror.
I bit the inside of my cheek. "Honestly, probably dealt with it because I realize that's insane but also spend a lot of my time alone creating insane scenarios in my head about you sleeping with one of your patients."
"Have you ever been to therapy, Jane?" Seth asked the question innocently enough, but I wasn't really interested in going there right now.
"Seth," I sighed. "My parents both died at the same time that I found out my boyfriend had a video of himself banging another girl out on PornHub. Of course I've been to therapy."
Seth laughed. "Just checking." He kissed my head as he walked past me, and I immediately turned to watch him go.
"You checking me out?" He called over his shoulder.
I laughed to myself, biting the corner of my finger and practically melting into the wall. God, Seth was everything. I was so lucky- no. No. I was determined to stop thinking like that. We were so lucky. We were. To have found each other.
"Ready?" He looked over his shoulder.
"Yeah," I nodded, my voice barely a whisper, but I knew even if he couldn't, he would always hear me, because the think was, Seth heard me when I wasn't speaking. He listened to my fears and my happiness and my feelings all from looking at my face, from being perceptive of my body, and from loving me. And wow was his love incredible. It was warm and happy and everything all at once. Of course I was ready.
I had spent enough time holding myself back.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I squealed, dropping my bag on the bed and then running over to the windows. "Oh my gosh, Seth!" I exclaimed. "We're so close to the beach! Look! We can see it right outside of our window!"
Seth laughed, placing his bag right next to mine and then slowly walking over to me. "Well that would make sense, babe. This is a beach house."
I giggled. "I used to come to California all the time with my parents! I used to get super embarrassed because my dad wouldn't let me wear a bikini, and he would give death glares to any boys that would even look in my direction. You have no idea how demoralizing it was to be a 17-year-old in a tankini."
Seth burst out laughing, wrapping his arms around my back to hug me from behind. I could feel his chest shaking as he laughed, which made me feel all warm and tingly all over. God, Seth was unreal. He made me feel so happy without even saying anything.
"The more I hear about your dad the more I like him, Janesie."
"Mmm," I rubbed my hands against his warm arms. "I miss them so much sometimes," I admitted. "It makes me sad to think that they won't be here for this. For us."
Seth kissed my shoulder and then rested his chin there. "They'll be here, Jane. They'll always be here."
"Yeah I know," I sighed, because I did know what he meant, only... "It's just different."
"I know," He murmured.
"Do you want to try out the jacuzzi?" I asked, trying to change the subject to something a little less morbid.
"Yep," Seth's answer was immediate and sprightly; I couldn't help but laugh. "Especially if you're not planning on wearing your swimsuit in it."
I giggled. "No, babe. I wasn't planning on wearing my swimsuit in the bath with you."
"Thank God," He moaned to himself as he entered the bathroom.
I followed after him, surveying my surroundings and taking it all in appreciatively. I still couldn't believe that we had actually done it. Even here, now, I knew that I had so many responsibilities waiting for me at home, only, I could care less. Being with Seth secluded in an air-b&b on the coast in California was all that I needed to never think of anything but pleasure, comfort, and warmth for every second of every day.
Seth started the water, and I took my chance to close the distance between us and lift his shirt overtop of his chest. Now topless, I took my time admiring Seth's incredible physique. I strummed my fingers along his skin, delicately, like how I would touch the keys of a piano while playing a symphony, and then I kissed where my fingers left off.
"You were born to play, Jane," Seth said, his voice breathless. He raised my hands to kiss my fingers gently. "Please don't stop."
I bit the corner of my lip. "That's easier said than done," I whispered, and then, "Wow. I never thought I'd hear myself say that."
Seth pulled all of my unmanageable hair behind my shoulders and then reached for hair-tie off of my wrist. He pulled it back into a bun and then kissed my forehead. "What happened, Jane?" He asked me. "Why can't you play."
"Of course I can play," I groaned. "I just am not sure if I want to. It's so... much. It's overwhelming. And after everything that happened with us, for the first time, it was just too much. It was like I could handle the pain of my parents and then my terrible, terrible relationship, but you, that was too much. It scared me."
Seth winced. "I'm sorry," He told me earnestly.
"You didn't do anything wrong," I closed my eyes and shook my head. I took a deep breath; I wasn't about to let Seth believe that he was to blame for my lack of playing. I knew that I had to tell him, even if I didn't want to.
"I mean it," I pushed. "I have this... disease."
Seth's eyes were suddenly wide. "What kind of disease?" He just barely breathed.
"I- I'm fine," I held up my hands. I swear I noticed Seth's chest deflate with relief. "I don't have cancer or anything. I've had it since childhood."
"Oh," Seth cleared his throat. "Jesus."
"It's called synesthesia," I finally admitted with a long, deep, surrender of a breath.
"Synesthesia?" Seth repeated, completely botching the word in the process.
I nodded my head. "Ever heard of it?"
"No," Seth spoke uneasily. "What kind of disease is it?"
I bit the corner of my lip. This was why I refused to tell anyone about this... ever. This was why I only told one other person, and that person had been a guy who used to call me "crazy" and "psycho" in fights because he knew how much that would hurt me. This was why I never intended to tell Seth this particular disorder.
"It's a mental disorder," I dropped my head. "But I swear I'm not crazy."
"What?" Seth laughed. I mean, he actually laughed. I looked up, and the complete shock that I was feeling must have been filling my face, because Seth's eyes softened when he saw it. "Babe," He grabbed my cheeks. "Of course you're not crazy. I already know that."
I bit the corner of my lip. "You're not freaked out."
"That you have a mental disorder that I've never heard of before," He cocked an eyebrow at me. "No. I probably won't have any feelings until you actually explain to me what it is."
I moaned. "It's this... thing," I struggled, finally taking a seat on the side of the tub and looking up at him as I spoke. "It's a super rare phenomenon where basically one of my sensory pathways leads to automatic, involuntary responses and experiences in a second sensory pathway."
Seth blinked at me. "English, Jane."
I sighed. "Basically, when I hear music," I pointed to my ear. "I can... see it."
Seth peered down on me, a puzzled expression on his ridiculously beautiful face. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"It's manifested differently in everyone. It's like... blended senses, in a way. So, for one person, they might see a number, okay? But every time that they see that number, their auditory pathway, as well as their visual, is stimulated, and they'll actually hear something associated with that number, too. For me, when I hear music, I see it."
"Okay," Seth nodded his head as he seemed to digest the information for a second.
"So, when you say you see it. What does that mean?"
"For me, it's always colors," I explained. "So, I've learned to associate different sounds with different colors. Blacks and reds and browns usually are when I'm hearing something painful and angry. Blues and purples and greys for when I'm sad. Yellows and pinks and violets when I'm happy. So on."
"So, when you're playing, you see colors?" Seth clarified.
"Yes," I bit the inside of my cheek. "It's a big reason why Julliard was so interested in me. I'm kind of a... phenomenon. I can create music using both senses that creates music that is so much more powerful than other people can make, and that's because it is more powerful for me. But, because of that, sometimes it's just too... much."
"Jane," Seth suddenly kneeled down in front of me. He placed his hands on my knees, and I immediately thought about if this would have been how he spoke to me if he imprinted on me as a little girl. The thought nearly made me blush from embarrassment.
"Why would you have ever been embarrassed to tell me that?" He asked me gently. "So you're a music genius. I already knew that."
My mouth actually dropped. "Well," I struggled with my words for a moment. "That sure is a nice way of looking at it."
"What other way is there?" He squinted at me.
"That I'm totally crazy," I whispered.
"What?" He laughed and reached for my face. "Jane, you're not crazy. You have an ability that makes you see something a little bit differently than the rest of the world. That doesn't make you crazy, it just makes you special."
"Wow," I couldn't help but look at him like he was crazy. "Seth, I have never in my entire life heard someone talk about this like you are right now."
He cocked his head at me. "Really?"
I nodded. "I have always hated telling people. I absolutely hate how much emphasis is placed on it, especially in my music. It's like they look at me like a lab rat," I squirmed uncomfortably. "I'm not the next Mozart, I'm just Jane."
"I happen to think just Jane is pretty great," Seth smiled at me.
I sighed. "And then other... people just thought that I was plain crazy and would never miss an opportunity to use that against me."
"God," Seth sighed. "I really hate your ex, you know that?"
I couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah. Thanks."
Seth brushed his thumbs across my skin. "I would never hold that against you, Janesie. I think that you're perfect the way that you are, and I think that this only makes you more perfect to me."
Tears condensed in the corners of my eyes; I couldn't help it.
"Don't cry," Seth chuckled.
"I can't help it," I swiped my fingers across my cheeks to catch the stray tears. "You're just so nice to me, Seth. And you always surprise me. I just love you a lot."
"I love you, too, Jane," Seth kissed my temple, then, "Shit!"
Seth lurched up, and immediately turned off the water, that had just at that exact second, started spilling out the sides of the tub.
"Oh," My eyes widened at the water that was now to the very tip-top of the jaccuzi. "Woops," I spoke nervously; I guess we had both completely forgotten about the bath during my admission.
"You know why this is great?" Seth cocked an eyebrow at me.
"Why?" I grinned up at him. Hell, did I not love every single thing about this man.
"Because it's not our house."
I laughed easily as he helped me out of my clothes and then held my hand to help me into the bath. The water splashed onto the floor as I stood in it, and I cringed. I could only imagine the amount of water that was going to spill out once we both got it; I understood Seth's point, but I wasn't trying to destroy this place!
Seth reached for his belt-buckle as I nervously slipped off my panties and then unhooked my bra. With the sound, Seth's eyes immediately flashed to my chest, before his cheeks reddened and he looked away. I stifled a smile of my own; it was adorable how Seth and I both still got embarrassed around each other.
I lowered myself into the bath, and then Seth stepped in. I tried not to drown in my own embarrassment as I tried to keep my eyes connected to his face and not what was a little bit lower, but I couldn't help a nervous giggle from slipping from my lips at the fact that Seth was standing over me, completely naked.
Suddenly, he lunged down, sending waves of water pouring out of the tub.
"Seth!" I gasped, squealing as the water splashed me and pulled me in for a big hug.
"So sorry," He lied, kissing my neck.
I giggled. "You're crazy," I murmured, but a moment later I was kissing him, slowly and deeply and in that way that made my head spin.
Seth pulled away and then slowly sighed against my lips. "I think this is exactly what we needed, Janesie. I'm ready to surprise you with how romantic I can be this trip. Just you wait."
I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I already know that you're the most romantic, sweet guy in the world, Seth."
"Sweet Jane," He rubbed my arms before leaning down to kiss me again. "Tell me more about that brain of yours," He whispered against my lips.
"What do you want to know?" I asked, my voice breathless.
"What do you see when you play about me?"
My lips pull up into a wide smile. "Easy," I whispered. "It's a color I never saw before you. Golden, like the sun. You're my sun, Seth."
"What color do you think you'd see if you listened to music while I made love to you?" He asked now, his voice deep and rough and sexy and ready.
I hummed a thousand different nerves of exhilaration at that question. "Oh, Seth," Was all I could think to reply.
"Can we try that?" Seth asked.
I couldn't help but let a throaty, hoarse laugh from slipping between my lips. "Well, I've hyperventilated from how intense it can get. So probably not."
"Jesus," Seth laughed against my neck. "Could you imagine if I gave you a panic attack from an orgasm? I'd have to win some kind of boyfriend award or something."
I giggled. "You already win the orgasm award of all boyfriends. What has it been, like three today already?"
"It's about to be four," He murmured playfully. He kissed my neck delicately for a few seconds before he spoke again. "So," His voice was as soft and smooth as honey. "Is that why you're not sure if you can play anymore, Janesie? You were hyperventilating?"
"Yes," I admitted after a long pause. "The colors were too much. I was overstimulating, I think."
"Well, now that we're back it shouldn't be so bad, right?" Seth asked, pulling away to look at me in the eyes.
"I hope so, Seth," I mused. "Though I'm not sure it works like that. It was never that bad before. It happened a few times after my parents died and before I was diagnosed. I used to be able to tell the triggers and force myself to stop, but it was so overwhelming I just couldn't."
"What if I was there?" Seth asked, kissing me gently. "When you first started trying again, I mean. I could stop you if you were getting lost."
"That's really a sweet offer, Seth," I murmured, running my fingertip along his lower lip. "But I don't like people watching me play. One of the many reasons why I declined Juliard."
"You declined Juliard?" Seth chuckled. "How many people in the world could say that?"
I rolled my eyes. "It's not that I thought I was too good for them!" I defended, my cheeks growing red. "I just knew that if I went I would be Jane, the weird girl with the mental disorder that played the piano. In science, that's all me. It's not a disorder or a phenomenon. I study and I experiment and I'm good at it. Me. I can make a name for myself my own way."
Seth cupped my cheek in his palm. "Jane," His voice was deep. "I think that's the sexiest thing you've ever said about yourself."
My lips parted, and then he crushed his to mine.
I awoke in the night, warm, content, with baby soft skin from all the lotion Seth put on me after our bath, and with an incredible, perfect man next to me.
I swore, it was moments like these when I couldn't believe my life was actually mine. I rolled over to were Seth was sleeping soundlessly. One arm was tucked underneath his pillow, the other over his head, and I leaned into his side. I wanted to wake him, just to talk to him, but even more-so to do things other than talking, but I didn't have the heart to when he was so content.
So instead, I kissed his shoulder, and then his chest, followed by a sigh as I rested my head against the side of him. I tried to get some sleep, but that was pointless. I was already awake. I should have been more tired, with the long drive and all, but I was wide awake. I was surely going to crash tomorrow, but now was now, and I couldn't stop trying to convince myself that this was all a dream.
I had Seth back, and more than that, there weren't any secrets left between us. I felt like Seth knew me more than any person in my entire life, but here, right now, I suddenly realized, that I felt like I didn't know a whole lot about Seth. Surely, I knew facts, but Seth was even slower to open up than me. I had no idea how his father died; he never talked about him. I'd never even asked him if he liked being a werewolf. Surely, in the 40 years he had been alive, he must have been lonely.
I suddenly realized that I had so many questions for him, I wasn't worried about being a jerk anymore.
"Seth," I nudged his shoulder. He grunted in his sleep; I giggled just a little bit. "Seth!" I pulled on his arm, my voice a little louder this time.
Seth batted his eyes open, a confused, disoriented expression on his face once his eyes connected with mine.
"Jane?" He rubbed his face. "What's wrong?"
Okay, now I actually felt guilty. I bit the corner of my lip. "Nothing," I whispered.
He squinted at me. "Than what is it?"
My cheeks heated up from embarrassment. Did I really just wake him to ask him personal questions due to a moment of insecurity? I swore I surprised even myself. In my embarrassment, I popped out the first thought in my head.
"You never talk about your dad."
Seth's breath caught in his throat, before he closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillow. His breaths evened out after a few minutes, and I could have sworn he fell back asleep, my heart falling a little bit in my chest at the realization, before he held his arm out. "Come here," He demanded.
I crawled into his embrace and cuddled in close to his body. I felt bad for waking Seth just to ask him a terrible question like that, but I loved how gentle he was with me after I had.
"I don't like to talk about him, Jane," Seth blindly brushed the messy hair off of my face. "It makes me sad."
"Were you two close?"
Seth sighed. "Very."
"How did he die?"
"Jane," Seth sighed.
"You don't have to talk about it," I whispered. "I'm sorry."
A few minutes passed, until he finally answered the question that I had nearly forgotten about. "It was a vampire," He finally said.
My heart stopped beating. "A... vampire?" I gasped.
"Well a heart attack," Seth sighed. "But because of a vampire. He was working with Charlie, Nessie's grandpa. Bella's dad. You've heard of him, right?"
I nodded.
"He was the police chief at the time, still is, though he's getting close to retirement. My dad went out with him, knowing what was going on, to be sure that Charlie didn't find any evidence of us."
"I thought that you worked with the police?" I questioned, remembering an instance in which Seth had mentioned that in the past; it had greater meaning now that I knew what that meant.
"They do now, but before it was a secret. There was a vampire there, and my dad had a heart attack. He died."
I took a moment to collect my thoughts before I responded. "Wow. I'm sorry, Seth."
"It's alright, Janeise," He rubbed my back and yawned. "That was a long time ago. I was really sad for a long time, but I've come to peace with that happened to him. My mom remarried and is happy. If my sister could just find someone than my entire life would be perfect."
"Leah is so pretty," I murmured. "Actually," A thought suddenly sprung to mind. "I might had a friend for her."
Seth chuckled. "Don't tell Leah. Every time I've tried to set her up she's freaked out and insulted the poor guy so much he left."
I giggled. "I like Leah. She's tough. I wish I was tough like her."
"Are you kidding, Jane," Seth ran his fingers up and down my arm. "You're the toughest girl out there."
"Maybe you're right," I sighed. "But still, I can't figure out how to get angry without crying. That is difficult."
Seth yawned yet again. "I think you're just fine, Jane. Can I sleep now?"
"A few more questions," I rushed out. "Were you lonely for the last 40 years? I mean, not aging and not having a girlfriend. That seems kinda sad."
Seth laughed deeply. "You really aren't holding back with these five am questions, are you baby?"
I blushed. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," He squeezed my arm. "To answer your question, no I wasn't really lonely. It's weird, but with the shapeshifting thing, it filled this gap that I think would have been there if it was different circumstances. It was enough, for me at least, while I waited for you. But I'd be lying if I claimed that some nights I didn't lie up, imagining you, and missing you before I ever really met you."
I kissed his chest gently. "I think you have no idea how romantic it is that you were waiting for me, Seth."
"I wish I would have found you sooner," He told me. "Sometimes I wonder what places we were at together. If I had just looked at your eyes... what would have changed."
"I guess fate had other plans," I murmured. "I'm happy you found me when you did, though," I pulled away to look at him.
Seth connected his eyes with mine. "Yeah?"
I smiled. "Yes. I appreciate you so much more, now. I know how good I've got it."
"That's sweet, Jane," Seth yawned.
"Alright," I sighed. "You can go back to sleep now."
"Yeah?" Seth chuckled. "Thanks, babe."
"You're welcome," I giggled. "Get your sleep. It's going to be a long day filled with bath's and room-service tomorrow. It's going to take a lot of energy." I giggled at the terrible joke.
"Yeah, sweetheart," Seth settled down in bed and closed his eyes. "I don't think it's the bubble baths and food that are going to exert you."
I blushed, bit the center of my lip, then most definitely had a wet dream.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon wafting through the air. I wish it was only my imagination, but I swear I reacted with an audible moan at the smell. The smell of food was honestly as incredible to me as sex, and I really, really loved having sex with Seth.
I rolled onto my back and then let out a long sigh. My body hadn't felt this great in what felt like forever. For one, I woke up knowing that Seth and I were in a good place- no, an amazing place, and two, without even looking at a clock, I could tell that I had slept in to an exorbitantly late hour.
I rubbed my eyes with my hands and then sat up in bed. I dropped my arms and opened my eyes, squinting at the light streaming through the windows. I still couldn't believe that Seth had actually taken me to California. I stared out the window at the empty beach that was only a few feet away from our bedroom, and sighed in contentness at how beautiful the ocean looked. It was like a bright, geen-blue, the kind of color that sprung up in my mind when I played about my parents. It made my heart smile just a little bit.
I heard sizzling coming from the kitchen, and pushed the covers off of me, pressing my feet into the cool, wooden floor and smiling to myself as I imagined my incredibly sexy boyfriend making me breakfast. I grabbed a tee-shirt from his suitcase and slipped it on before heading into the kitchen.
"Good morning," I whispered, biting my lip to keep from smiling to big, as I entered the kitchen.
Seth was shirtless at the stove, with a pair of sweatpants on that hung dangerously low on his sexy hips. Jesus, Seth.
"Morning, beautiful," Seth grinned at me as I walked into his open embrace. I clung to his chest desperately as he worked at the stove, and I swore it had to be purposefully unimaginably sexy when Seth's hand traveled to my lower back and started rubbing ever-so gently there.
"How did you sleep?" He asked me, kissing the side of my head. "You've been out for hours."
"Mmm, like a baby," I mumbled. "What time is it?"
Seth chuckled. "Three in the afternoon."
I gasped. "Three? No way!"
"Yep," Seth laughed. "I figured with your three am interrogation you didn't get much sleep last night, so I didn't want to wake you."
"How noble of you," I murmured.
"So what do you want to do today?" He asked my hair. "Go to the beach, maybe? I checked, and there's no one around for miles. We wouldn't even have to wear our swimsuits."
I blushed into his chest. "I have always wanted to go skinny dipping."
"You've never been skinny dipping before?" Seth asked.
"Maybe once or twice," I admitted.
Seth gasped. "Jane Macalister!"
I giggled. "I told you I was a riot in high school! Never with any boys though. Especailly one as hot as yourself."
"Well I have never been skinny dipping," Seth sighed. "With girls or boys."
"Perfect," I laughed wildly at my joke that was to follow. "You take my virginity-virginity, and I'll take your skinny-dipping-virginity."
Seth let out a gust of air which was followed by a laugh. "Perfect," He agreed. "Then we'll be even."
"Even," I mused. "Actually... now that you mention it." I pulled away, and then once I did, I offered Seth a flirty eyebrow raise followed by a lip bite. From the way that he stared at my mouth and licked his lips, I could tell that he loved when I did that.
I dropped down to my knees and then reached for his waist-band.
"Jane," Seth moaned.
I smiled up at him. "Yeah?"
"You don't have to," He reminded me.
"Of course I don't."
"Than please do," He moaned.
I giggled, pulled down his pants only for him to spring out at me. I never thought that this part of a man was attractive at all, but the thing was, Seth's man part turned me on so much. It was smooth and large but delicate and pretty at the same time. I had no apprehensions about putting him right inside of my mouth... and that I did.
Seth gasped once I enclosed my lips around him, and I immediately raised my eyes to meet his.
"Ugh, Jane," He practically breathed out.
That was the fuel I needed to push him deep into the back of my throat and repay the favor for the last three orgasms last night.
Seth was on the edge quickly; quicker than I thought he would be, but then again, I did take my time teasing him, much like he had teased me, and if my reaction was any indication, I presumed that a good amount of teasing was followed by an extremely quick orgasm. He moaned my name, and then in an instant he reached for me, and spun me up. I was dizzy from the change in inclination for only a second, until he turned me around and pressed me up against the counter. I caught the edge of the countertop to keep myself steady, and then, he just barely lifted my tee-shirt, and pressed himself fully inside of me.
I gasped, my toes curling on the tile floor and my mouth dropping open in ecstacy.
Seth moved in and out swiftly, testing how wet I was for him, I presumed. I hadn't even realized I had gotten so turned on while I was giving him a blowjob, but it was apparent to me now that I was extremely wet.
"Okay?" Seth asked, his voice turned on and deep with sex appeal but still holding that hint of gentleness that was Seth in every way and form. Gentle was Seth to the bone.
I gripped the edge of the countertop tightly in my hands. "Yes. Yes. Please."
Seth gripped my hips in his hands as he pressed himself in and then out and then in and then out again, in a rhythm that was more uncontrolled than he usually was. We weren't staring into each other's eyes and breathing into each other's lips and sharing kisses and special things that would be for our ears only in the dark. We weren't doing that. Right now? We were being dirty. We had an insatiable need for each other that each of us could only fulfill for the other, and we were practically attacking each other for it.
I smiled as he pounded into me; so turned on, so kinky, so fucking sexy as hell.
My heart was practically in my chest at the speed in which Seth was going; he'd never gone this hard before. I loved it so much, and I was telling him just that. When, suddenly, he pulled out of me, and flipped me on top of the counter. I heard a crash but chose to ignore it, because I needed him. I needed him. God, I needed him so badly.
Seth pressed my thighs open and dipped his head. A second later I was overcome with euphoria. I could hardly stand it. It was so delicate after what I had just felt, but that was why it was so overwhelming. It was barely a feather against something that was so, crazy sensitive, and I couldn't help but grip his hair in my hand and beg for more.
Seth lifted up, and he replaced his mouth with another part of himself, pulling my thighs to the edge of the counter, and then pressing himself fully inside of me.
I gasped, followed by a long, deep moan, as Seth Clearwater had his way with me. He pressed his thumb to my clit, and the nerves that had been building up suddenly exploded like a trillion little fireworks, all at once.
I held my breath as it worked me up, and when he started rubbing there, in a gentle, slow circular motion, I completely erupted around him.
"Seth," I wheezed, my entire body quaking as I began to convulse around him.
"Jane," Seth replied, right as he moaned, and I felt a warmth shoot inside of me.
I gasped. That felt amazing, better than I thought it would. I had told Seth that he could cum inside of me, but he hadn't until right now. It filled me with a warmth that was nearly as hot as him, and only deepened my orgasm. It was incredible that he could stay inside of me while I rode it out, too. I could feel him, hard and pulsating, around me as I quivered into him.
"Wow," I sighed once I had finally relaxed, raising my arms above my head to stretch as Seth pulled himself out.
"Wow," Seth agreed, nodding his head. "Jesus Christ, Janesie."
I giggled, sitting up. "Should I pee this out or something?" I heard myself murmur.
Seth's eyes widened. "You're on birth control, right?"
"Yes! Yes, I am!" I blushed. "I've just never- I mean, I've never done this before and I'm not sure the... rules."
Seth laughed, and then cupped my jaw in his hands as he kissed me quickly. "There are no rules, Jane."
I pushed off of the counter. "I'm going to go pee," I told him.
"You do that," Seth walked to the side of the counter and placed his hands on his hips, cocking his head to the side. "Well, we don't have eggs anymore," He turned towards the stove. "And the bacon's burnt."
"I love burnt bacon," I pecked his cheek.
"And pancakes?" He asked me. "Thankfully the batter wasn't touched," He told me with a wink.
"When have I ever said no to pancakes," I looked at him like he was certifiably insane.
"Good point."
"I'm going to get my swimsuit on, too," I smiled brightly at him. "Let's go to the beach after we eat.
Seth reached for my hands and then slowly and oh, so romantically lowered his mouth to meet mine. "Done," He whispered, kissing me gently.
I giggled. "We just had kitchen counter sex," I blushed. "I feel so bad right now."
Seth kissed my forehead. "Good bad?"
"Awesome bad!" I exclaimed.
"I'll give you kitchen counter sex for the rest of your life if you want it, Jane," Seth mumbled. "Promise."
"So generous of you," I winked at him and then shook my head. "Do you have any bikini preferences? I'm on a power high because I don't have to wear a tankini."
Seth burst out laughing. "No, Jane. Wear what you want. Wear a different one every hour; I've never seen your swimsuits, and I really am interested in seeing something so skimpy on you."
I giggled. "I'll see what I can do."
About an hour later, my stomach was full, and I was adorned in a light-yellow bikini. It had small, pink flowers sewn in the top only, and though it wasn't a push-up, it pressed into my breasts in a way that made my boobs look incredible- trust me, I knew. My mom got it for me before the end of the year summer beach party that was annual at my high school. My dad was still hell-set against me wearing a bikini, and I had broken down the night before, crying due to my impending embarrassment about being the only high school graduate that wasn't allowed to wear a bikini. She surprised me with it the day before, and told me that it would be our little secret.
I was so excited to wear it, and to blow my ex's mind in it, too. Only, he had been more interested in some of the other girl's swimsuits than mine, and the night had ended in yet another fight. I remember feeling so terrible about it when I got him that I put it in a drawer and never wore it again, and my mom, she was just so understanding. She could tell something was really wrong, and never asked about that damn thing again. That was one of the many reasons why I loved her, she could always just tell.
Now, though, I was making new memories in this swimsuit. Memories that I now realized, my mom would have wanted me to make in them. Seth looked at me like I was the sexiest woman on the planet when I walked into the kitchen with it on. He practically worshiped my body, and it made me feel warm and tingly all over. Seth was a real man; I took it back, when I joked that my dad wouldn't have liked him. My dad would have fucking worshiped the ground he walked on. My dad would have cried at our wedding. My dad would have found a best friend in Seth.
We set our towels down on the sand closer to the water, so it didn't burn our toes when we walked on it, and then I stood, surveying the beach. I pushed my shades up on my nose to be able to block the sun, and noticed that Seth hadn't been lying. There really weren't any people, no matter at which degree or distance I looked. The online booking had stated that it was secluded, but I hadn't expected this.
"Wow," I told him.
"Right?" Seth stood up, reaching for my hand and then pulling me towards the water. "Come on, babe." He let go of my hand once we reached the water line, and then slowly walked backwards towards the ocean.
"You like the water, babe?" He asked me sweetly.
I bit the corner of my lip. "Yes?" I answered, though my voice gave away my indecisiveness.
"Awe, really, Janesie?" He laughed. "Why not?"
"There's sharks!" I exclaimed. "And I hate not being able to see what's under my feet."
"What if I told you that as a werewolf, I can sense other animals around me, so I'd easily be able to sense a shark, and would tell you right away."
I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. "Maybe?"
"What if I held you the entire time?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
I grinned. "I'll accept that offer, now that you mention it."
"Yeah?" Seth laughed, holding his hand out for me. He turned so that his back was to me and then helped me onto his back, latching his hands together in the front as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Can you surf, Seth?" I pecked his cheek.
"Yep," He bounced me. "Have been able to since I was a kid."
"Really?" I exclaimed. "You have to teach me. Please?"
"Yeah?" Seth's voice sounded kind of surprised, and I couldn't say I blamed him.
"Yes. I have always wanted to learn, but I have admittantly terrible hand-eye coordination when it comes to contact sports. But I know you wouldn't judge me for wiping out too many times."
Seth laughed. "Never," He promised. "Crap. I wish I would have brought my board. I bet there's a place to rent around here; we should stop in early one morning. I'll teach you everything I know. Hey, wait a second! If you are scared of sharks how come you're wanting to learn how to surf."
I frowned. "I never thought that far ahead."
Seth laughed loudly. "You're so funny, Jane."
He swiveled me from his back to his side once the water reached my chest and then held me there like a child. I kissed him easily and then grinned, the sunlight illuminating off of his skin, making his tanned skin glow.
"Ugh," Seth brushed his thumb against my cheek. "I'm so lucky," He murmured.
"Seth," I sighed, resting the side of my forehead against his shoulder. "I love you so much.
"I love you too," He whispered into my hair. "Nothing could get better than this."
I picked my head up only to cock an eyebrow at him. "Nothing?" I countered, before reaching back and untying that beautiful swimsuit top, and then letting it float on top of the water. Seth's eyes widened. I swear I heard a low growl erupt from the back of his throat.
I giggled and then tied it around his bicep. "Now," I swung my leg around to wrap both of them around his torso. I knotted my arms around his neck and pressed my chest into his, pulling myself up to match my face with his. "Nothing could get better than this."
Seth gulped. His eyes dropped to my mouth. "I want to kiss you until I can't breathe anymore."
I brushed my lips against his. "Than do it," I whispered.
Seth cupped my cheek in his palm, brushed his thumb against my lower lip, and then shook his head. He dipped his face, and our lips met. The sun beating down on us only made his lips warmer, and I had no idea that was possible.
And I swore, in that moment, that time stood still.
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