Chapter 26

I had my face planted against the pillow. I was bone tired, and all I want to do is sleep, although I just slept for quite a long time. "Urghhh." I groaned, sounding like the Bride of Frankenstein. Meh. I feel horrible, and I'm sure I look it too. I sure do sleep like a dead person. Am I dead? No, I don't think so. Then I remembered where I was.

In Jim's room. Supposedly trying to have a tete a tete with Jim, and ending up with him pushing himself into me against the door. Not so good. My butt felt sore. Note to self, never have sex against the door ever again. Where is he, anyway? "Jim?" I called out. "Where are ya?" My hand brushed against something. It was a piece of paper! It had a note.

'A modern fairy tale is what we are, A tale of love lost and gained so far, follow the trail of breadcrumbs, and at the end you will have the ultimate present.'

This is obviously Jim. But when did he have time to do all this? It's still...oh. It's five in the afternoon. Wow. I stand corrected. He had plenty of time to plan all this then. And then I noticed the paper trail. Small bits of paper, all aligned to make a trail. It disappeared at the door. Outside, then.

I hurriedly showered, brushed my teeth and put on some nice clothes before opening the door. Where's David? He might shed some light on this. There's the trail! Through the hall, down the stairs, past the kitchen and the living room, and out of the house. I went out, slipping on my flats. It was cold, so I took my coat. Past the swimming pool and into the woods behind the house. A bit scary. But then I saw a pathway. Jim told me about it once. I'm not sure where it would lead to.

I walked towards the pathway. Then I saw that it had beautiful roses overhead, like a tunnel. Well, it is a tunnel. A tunnel of roses. Reminds me of something someone said about a certain rose and the thorns...

I was halfway through the tunnel when I realized that there was soft music playing. It was one of the peaceful piano pieces. I'm not a pianist myself, but I can tell that it was one of the famous ones. I didn't know Jim had an interest in piano. Then again, I had no idea if he actually had normal interests.

Finally I emerged from the tunnel to enter a beautiful clearing. The trees surrounding it made the rays of sunlight not able to get through, only leaving the clearing with light, and no heat. It was beautiful. Red, pink, purple, yellow, orange and white flowers everywhere! And there's a pond too. The grass was quite soft. I kicked off my shoes to feel the green grass underneath me, like a carpet. There were birds too, perched atop a branch, singing. I twirled. I love it here! I'd love to live here, if that's possible!

There was a table for two, with candles, not yet lit on the table. Did Jim somehow know I love a romantic hideaway where no one knows the place, but the two of us, with beautiful scenery as the background? I really must thank him for being wonderfully romantic. It's beautiful, and I honestly had no idea that he had a romantic bone in him. Where is he?

I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist, resting their chin on my shoulder, gently kissing my neck. "Hello, beautiful." Jim purred.

"Hello, handsome." I replied. He spun me around. He was wearing a tuxedo. I feel so underdressed. "If I had known it was a date, I would've worn something better." I said, looking disdainfully at my clothes. Ugh, I should've worn something nicer than my Supernatural t-shirt and shorts.

"You look beautiful in anything, darling." Jim reassured me.

"Even without clothes?" I teased him.

"Even without clothes." Oh my god, Jim!

I blushed. "But I feel so underdressed. Maybe I should go back-"

"My darling pet, don't fret. I have what you want." He smiled. I raised an eyebrow at him. He tilted his head to the side. I looked at where he was indicating, and found a beautiful blue dress hanging on one of the tree branches. Why didn't I notice that earlier?

"Where-"

"Take off your clothes, darling." Jim said. I was surprised.

"Jim, really, here?"

"Oh, no, don't be ridiculous, we're going for a swim." A swim? In the pond?

"We?"

"Yes, you and I. Shall we?" He held his hand out, waiting for me to accept it. I placed my hand in his. He placed a kiss on my lips. "I suppose we better undress." He said.

"I suppose we shall." I said. We both got to work, taking off each other's clothings. Then we were both naked. Jim went inside first, to 'test the waters'. When he deemed it okay, he held his hand out again. I declined, diving in like a reckless teenager. The icy water enveloped me as I was sinking lower, and then I bounced myself back up, startling Jim. He recovered quickly and splashed water at me. I had accidentally snorted some of the water in my nose. I splashed at him back, and soon it became a splash war.

I shrieked as Jim went under and pulled me down with him. Thank god it wasn't so deep. He held me in an underwater embrace, kissing me. Wow. I guess I should say that an underwater kiss, is awesome. It's like you two are the only ones in the water, kissing inside a little bubble where only you exist. It's a wonderful feeling. Then we were short of air and we need air, so we went back up, our heads above water. Jim kissed me lightly, a butterfly kiss. I smiled as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. I guess he knew that I couldn't really swim well, and I think we know what happened the last time I went 'swimming'.

So there we were, kissing, his chest pressed against mine, in a small clearing, just the two of us, in our own little world, where no one else exists but us, and in that moment, I swear, we were happy. No doubts, no babies, no murders, no games. Just us, two lovers in our bubble. It's like everyone else died, and we were the survivors. Only lovers left alive. (A/N: ehehe hey that was a movie reference! Only Lovers Left Alive is a nice movie...watch it!)

"Sherry." Jim said, after a while, after we were done kissing and we're just floating in each others arms. I felt safe in his arms. If there was one place I would like to stay in forever, it would be in Jim's protective arms.

"Hm?" I hummed lazily. All I want to do is rest my head against his chest, in his arms, and stay there for the rest of my life. But then I'd get pneumonia, which is as pleasant as it sounds.

"Wanna do something?"

"Um...sure. But no murders." I warned him. He laughed, sending a warm feeling down my spine.

"Of course not! I was thinking of..." He trailed off, leaving me a little anxious.

"Thinking of what?"

"Having you right here in this pool." He finished his sentence. My mouth dropped open. He laughed again. "Darling, it's okay if you don't want to, I understand."

"Are you crazy, Jim?! That sounds amazing! I'm sure it's not safe, but then-" I was silenced by Jim kissing me passionately. I twisted my fingers into his wet hair, pulling him closer to me. His hands were everywhere, touching the small of my back to support me, softly leaving traces of his whisper soft fingertips. He kissed my neck hungrily, sucking at that one spot that was my weakness, just below the ear. I let out a moan. Oh god.

He lowered his face, so that he was at level with my breasts. He clamped his mouth on my nipple, sucking and licking gently. I couldn't help it. The way he made me feel, it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, making me tingle with excitement and lust. I needed him. I needed him so much. "You're hard for me, darling." Jim said, his voice husky. Oh god his Irish accent and the raspy way he talks...I might as well just melt into a puddle!

"So are you." I whispered to him, my hands around his shaft. His eyes widened slightly and he smirked.

"Someone's found a toy to play with."

"Indeed I do." I said, slowly pumping. He closed his eyes in pleasure. He abandoned my breasts completely and attacking my lips again, kissing me with force I never knew he had. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. I smiled, remembering something he told me before, something about his tongue and what he could do with it. The thought made me blush.

"I need you, Sherry." He said.

"Then why are you not inside me?" I questioned, throwing him off the loop. Then he flashed a devillish grin and rubbed himself against me, earning soft whimpers. Oh my god does he know what he does to me?!

"Do that again, my pet."

"Do wh-" I was cut off by him entering me suddenly. I let out a gasp. Oh fuck. He thrusted in and out fast, leaving me breathless as I tried not to scream his name too loud. His grunts and my whimpers were the soundtrack of that moment. I felt my stomach tightening, as I neared orgasm. I could tell he noticed, as he smiled at me and said, "You look sexy when you come." I almost snorted at that.

We both came at the same time, wave after wave of pleasure, hitting me like a tidal wave, me gasping and him clutching me tightly to his chest. Then we started laughing. "I can't believe we just did that! In a pond!" I exclaimed.

"Believe it or not, we can cross that out of the 'sex adventures' list." Jim said.

"You have a plan?" I questioned.

"I'd love to have you on a beach, in a dressing room, on a table in a conference room, on a roof..." He trailed off, grinning at the shock on my face.

"Jim, seriously? I'd probably get cervical cancer if I have too much sex!"

"Then you won't get to taste this..." He smirked. I slapped his arm.

"I didn't say I disagreed, did I?" I teased.

"Oh, good! Then you wouldn't mind going off to Italy with me to do all that then!" My eyes nearly fell out of its sockets. Italy? Sex adventures? Whoa whoa whoa!

"Holy fuck. Are you serious?!" I squealed.

"As serious as how seriously in love I am with you." Jim said, dead serious.

"And how serious is that?"

"I have no words to describe it, but I do have plans to show my love for you." Jim smiled, a genuine 'I'm-a-happy-little-boy-who-just-got-a-new-helicopter-toy' smile.

"Well, then, I look forward to that, and Italy." I said, a smile playing in the corner of my lips.

"I love you, darling." Jim said, kissing me.

"I love you too, honey." I said, nuzzling into his chest.

We lay on our backs on the carpet-like grass, holding hands. Jim had miraculously produced a blanket, and pulled it over our naked bodies. That sounded a little weird. We were snuggled together, my head resting lightly on his muscly forearm, which could be a soft pillow. It reminded me of Sherrinford's pillowy arm. I wonder what's he up to...

We were quiet, but content with the silence. It's like we can understand each other even when we're not talking. We were the only two in our little world. "Sherry, darling, if we were to have a baby, what would you name it?"

I was a little surprised by his question. It made me think of the baby that we never had. We never got to hold it, we never got to cuddle with it, we won't even know its name! "I suppose it could be either Alex or Isabelle. I loved those two names." Well, that, and because it's the name of the Lightwood siblings in The Mortal Instruments, but I didn't say it out loud. Naming my child after a fictional character, that's nice. Or maybe Will and Tessa...

"I can tell your brain cogs are turning." He gave me a small smile.

"What about you? What would you name our child?"

"I don't know. All I know is, I'd want you to be the mother of my children." Ha, reminds me of that one thing people used to say about the girls 'fangirling' over guys, like they'd want to have his babies. Which is a little gross, to be honest. But nevertheless, I'm flattered that Jim wants me to bear his children.

"So you want me to bear your children?" I asked him.

"Yes. I didn't tell you before this, because we weren't married, and it would be wrong if I talked about children then. But I badly needed you to be mine, my wife, so I did what I did, hoping you'd marry me to ensure the baby's safety. But then you disappeared to Sherlock and Sherrinford, so I was devastated. I knew you needed some time, so I gave it to you. Then when I heard that I had fucked up a lot more than I planned to, I really wanted to apologize and make things right. But then you attempted suicide, and I was crushed when I heard it. I almost wanted to kill myself, but then I knew, if I did, I would never be able to see that beautiful face of yours. And that gave me hope. That someday you would come back to me, and we would start over, be a proper couple, no murders, no games, no lies. Just us." Jim said.

I scooched even closer to him, his warm body keeping me confortable in the cold night. "You do know that you're right? I will always come back to you, even if you fucked up, even if you ruined me. Why? Because I love you with every single fibre, every fabric of my being, depends on you. I'm sure I would never survive without you. If I died, I'd find a way to come back and love you again, as a ghost. If we were ever separated, I would be devastated."

Jim planted a kiss on the top of my head. "You beautiful girl. Are you really my wife?"

"You better believe it, husband." I said.

"What would I ever do without you?" Jim wondered aloud. I sometimes wonder about that. What would I ever do without Jim in my life?