A/N: To all you who support me by reading and/or reviewing this story, I just want to say thank you with all my heart, and again warn you about my soon-to-be less frequent updates. This one even took awhile, so yeah, sorry. School-or hell as I like to lovingly refer to it-has begun, so I'll try and post in a week or so. Probably more like two weeks though. Sorry! –Love, Lauren
:Chapter 12:
Susannah propped herself up on her elbows, and looked over at me. "Oh, okay I have one; April Sixth" she announced proudly.
"Okay, okay, so I don't know every band that you like, but I believe my exact word was 'most', not all" I replied, lifting myself up as well.
"You know, I never really took you for the rocker type" she said in a teasing manner.
"Oh, excuse me I haven't been wearing my Ramones t-shirt, or my tight black pants" I teased.
She giggled, but responded with "Yeah, you don't even have emo hair."
"Sorry, I ran out of gel just this morning, but I have been wearing my Chucks" I countered.
"True, but just because you wear Chucks doesn't qualify you as a rocker. Besides, you were listening to hip-hop in the car." She grinned at me, before lying back on her stomach.
"That was Marta; she's always changing the station. Normally I've got some CD's in the car" I said, turning on my side so I could see her reaction. Okay, so I could stare at her, but she is my girlfriend, I'm allowed to stare…a little.
"I see, and what CD's do you normally have in there?" she asked curiously, turning on her side, so we were face-to-face.
"Well…mostly Sum 41, Linkin Park, some A.F.I., The Killers, oh, and AAR."
"Ohmygawd, I love AAR!" she squealed, bouncing around happily. I laughed at her childish excitement, and scooted closer to her. Susannah came a little closer too, causing me to smile. Slowly I placed my arm on her hip, while propping myself up with my other arm. She propped herself up to, and gently ran her fingers through my hair. Suddenly a playful grin crept unto her face and she messed my hair up, pointing and laughing at how funny I looked. I pulled her closer to me and brought my mouth over her's. She stopped laughing, and reciprocated the action cheerfully.
Holding Susannah close to me, like now, made me feel things I'd never felt before. She made me feel like we were the only two people in the entire universe. When we kissed, I could swear time stopped, and all that mattered was us and this moment.
Susannah ran her palm along my stomach, under my shirt, making me shiver in delight. Just knowing she was here with me, kissing me, more than willingly, was turning me on, but her touch was driving me wild. Her skin against mine felt…I don't know…there are no words to describe the feel of it. Somehow my hand decided to do some roaming of its own and slowly it crept up Susannah blouse, making her let out a soft moan. That moan spurred me on, and so I moved my hand further up until I felt the lacey material of Susannah's bra. Again she moaned, only this time she moaned my name. "Jesse" she panted, her breathe warm against my cheek. I looked up into her eyes, and somehow I knew she wasn't just seeing me. The intensity of her gaze, made me think she could see my soul.
I smiled at her and inched my mouth back towards her until I was startled by a very familiar sounding voice.
"Nombre de Dios! What are you doing? Susannah is a respectable young woman and you will not rob her of her innocence!"
It took me a moment to realize I was the only one who could hear this voice. Susannah sent me a confused look after I'd stopped moving my head back towards her's. "Jesse is everything alright?" she asked eagerly. Her eyes looked right at me expectantly. I think she might have thought she'd done something wrong, as if that's even possible.
I groaned, and reluctantly removed my hands from under Susannah's blouse. "It appears that the original Jesse de Silva does not approve of my behavior" I huffed.
"Oh yeah…he always was a bit old fashioned" she sighed, while adjusting her shirt.
I climbed off my bed and helped Susannah up before saying, "We should eat now, it's already getting dark."
"Okay" she chimed merrily opening my door and prancing out into the hallway.
I smiled and followed behind her. She had no idea where the kitchen or dining room was so I gently placed my hands on her hips and guided her downstairs to the kitchen. When we got there Marta was just finishing cleaning up and she eyed Susannah and me curiously.
"All done with your homework?" she asked, raising one of her eyebrows.
"Yes, we just finished" I replied, putting my arm around Susannah's waist. She smiled up at me and strung her arm around me, resting her hand against my back.
"Ewhh, if you guys are going to be all touch-y I'm going upstairs" she whined, grabbing a bottle of water and scurrying past Susannah and I.
"Hungry?" I asked, glancing down at Susannah.
"Yeah, what are we eating?" she replied, looking up into my eyes.
"Uhh…what ever my mom left" I answered blushing at how embarrassing that must sound.
"Hmm, sounds yummy" she teased, walking over to my fridge. I could tell she felt comfortable here, and I loved that; the way she just casually opened up the refrigerator and started looking around, made me beam.
"What's with the smile?" Susannah asked playfully, a smile threatening to creep unto her face.
"Nothing, I'm just enjoying the view" I said, coming up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and trailing kisses all over her neck.
"Jesse," she sighed, "later. Right now, we have to eat something."
"Are you sure? I believe the living room is unoccupied" I invited, kissing her collar bone.
She let out a deep sigh, and closed the refrigerator door. Susannah turned around in my arms, and gave me a brief peck, then said "If we don't eat now, we won't eat at all. We have that training thing with Father D. all day tomorrow, we're going to need all the strength we can get, meaning; eating a nice dinner, and going to sleep early."
"But…Querida, we can eat and rest later" I whined, kissing her neck again.
"If we start something up again, don't you think your former self will object again…besides, we don't know how much control they have over all this. They could be watching us right now, Jesse."
"Then let them watch" I said before lifting Susannah up onto the counter and kissing her passionately. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer to her, and kissed back. As her fingers raked through my hair, making my scalp tingle, our tongues explored each other's mouth. I had one hand on her small of her back, and the other was running up and down Susannah's thigh.
"Jesse…" she panted when we parted to catch our breath.
"Querida" I panted back, resting my forehead against her's.
"We have to…stop. Later…" she said, her breath still ragged and passion filled. 'And guess who that passion is for? Oh, that would be ME! I, Jesse De Silva can make her voice sound like that. Can life get any better? I think not.'
"Promise?" I asked, trying to calm my racing heart.
"Absolutely" she responded, smiling. I helped her off the counter, and went back to the fridge.
"Okay, on tonight's menu we have broccoli cheese casserole, a side salad, and I think we have some sparkling cider in the pantry" I announced.
"Wow, I feel at home" Susannah said, smiling.
"Oh, and for dessert, we have either some chocolate pudding, or strawberries and whipped cream."
"Have I told you how cute you are?" Susannah asked, coming to stand beside me.
"Really? I'm cute, huh?" I teased.
"Oh yeah, all the time" she replied, "but, right now you need to stop being cute, because you being cute leads to us making out on counters."
I smiled, and kissed her forehead before making her go sit down at the table.
"But I want to help…I feel bad, you doing all the work" she complained.
"Querida, you are a guest in my home and I will cater to you as long as you are here" I told her for about the fifth time.
"Just while I'm staying here? So what, you're going to make me do everything after I leave?" she questioned playfully.
"No, I am a gentleman, and shall help you in whatever I can; which means I will treat you like the respectable young lady that you are" I answered, while sticking our plates in the microwave.
"I think I like it better when you treat me like your teenage girlfriend, while still cherishing me" she said, smiling.
"Then your wish is my command."
"Hmm…I like the sound of that" she giggled.
I retrieved our plates from the microwave, and served us each salad before looking for the cider in my pantry. After I grabbed two glasses, I placed a plate in front of Susannah, and another one next her. When I finally sat down I noticed that Susannah was smiling proudly at me.
"What did I do?" I asked confused.
"You cooked…well, you reheated, but still you served dinner, and it's really sweet and romantic. Thank you" she beamed, leaning over and giving me a light peck.
"It was nothing" I graciously replied.
"What was nothing Mijo?…oh, I didn't realize you had a guest" said my father, looking uncomfortable from the kitchen doorway.