Chapter 3

I woke up and noticed I wasn't alone in the bed. In fact, I was lying on Ian's chest. He was still sleeping.

I thought about trying to get up without waking him up, but then had another thought. If he thought he wanted to marry me, I would convince him otherwise.

He was still shirtless…and apparently he took off his jeans while I as alsleep, so I got off of him without waking him up, grabbed his clothes, hid them in my closet and crawled on him.

I leaned in close to his ear and yelled. "IIAAANNN!"

He jumped up, knocking his head against mine.

"Ow." I said. I looked at him as he sat up, me still on top of him. We were both holding our heads.

"That wasn't very nice." He said.

I laughed.

He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Oh, someone's being mature."

"I know I am." He grinned and grabbed my waist, rolling so he was onto of me, and I was on the pillows.

He kissed my neck first and I giggled like an idiot.

Then he kissed me once on my collarbone, then throat, then my lips.

"You're a touchy-feely person aren't you?" I asked.

"Yep."

"You ever think I'm not?"

"Yep."

I rolled my eyes.

He got off of me and looked at the floor. "Where are my clothes?"

I shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes. "I don't believe you."

I grinned.

He raised an eyebrow.

"That'll teach you to be half-naked in here."

"I'm not allowed to be half-naked in your room?" He laughed.

"Nope." I said stubbornly.

"Fine." He said, and then began to take off his boxers.

"Oh my gosh!" I laid back down on the bed and pulled the covers over my eyes.

He laughed. "What?"

"I do NOT want to see you naked!" I yelled.

"I thought you saw Tell Me You Love Me?" He asked mockingly.

"I only saw part of it! I didn't watch it all!"

He laughed.

"Put your damn boxers on!"

"Nope."

"I will scream."

"Let's hope so."

"EEEWWW! You are such a perv!"

I felt his weight on the bed and I shrank back.

Ddduuuuddee…. There's a naked dude in your room.

I know.

IAN SOMERHALDER IS NAKED IN YOUR BED!

I KNOW! GAWD!

He pulled the blanket off of my face so I closed my eyes. He laughed.

"Open your eyes, Jessica."

"NO!" I yelled.

He said nothing, but I didn't dare open my eyes.

I felt him crawl on me, my body still under the covers.

"Open your eyes." He whispered in my ear in the way that sent chills go down my back. I hope he didn't notice.

His mouth was so close to my ear I felt his cool breath. "You say you don't like me, but somehow I make chills go down your spine when I whisper in your ear."

More chills. He chuckles.

I felt his hand under the covers and he put it on my back. I was about to ask what he was doing when he raked his nails down my spinal cord, which made my back arch reflexively and I let out a pitiful moan.

"That's what I thought." He whispered.

"Go to Hell." I said, still keeping my eyes closed.

"Only if you come with me, my little virgin."

That made my eyes snap open. He was smirking and I kept my eyes right on his face. It was like going across a tall bridge.

Don'tlookdownDon'tlookdownDon'tlookdown

I looked down and groaned, then pulled the blanket back over my head.

He laughed and laughed.

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled through the blankets.

"What's the big deal? You can't say that you've never seen-"

"NO! I HAVEN'T! NOW…PUT IT AWAY OR SOMETHING!"

He laughed again. "Only if you tell me where my clothes are."

Silence.

"Nope."

I felt him tug on the blanket and I held on to it tighter.

"Is it really worth it, Jessica?" He asked, taunting me.

"Yes. If you want to walk around my mother's house naked, be my guest. Make sure mom knows why though."

"You're mom's not here."

"What?"

"She's at work. It's just you and me, baby."

"DAMMIT!" I yelled.

He laughed.

"IN MY CLOSET GOSH!"

He laughed and I felt him get off the bed and walk to the closet. After a few minutes, Ian said, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

I slowly pulled the covers off my face and looked at him. He was still naked!

I pulled them back over my head and he laughed.

"That wasn't very nice!" I groaned.

"I said you could look, I never said I was dressed."

"GAH!"

Well, Ian finally got dressed and I went in the bathroom to take a shower. After a few seconds, there was a knock on my door.

"Jess?" It was Ian.

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

"Um…Sure…?" Good thing the curtain was dark green.

I heard the door open and shut again.

"Jess?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Was he leaving? YAY!

"For what I said in the car last night. It was harsh."

"Oh. Um…It's fine."

"No it's not. It bothers you doesn't it?" He was right next to the curtain, so I stopped rinsing out my hair and just stood there, ready to slap him if he opened it.

"Not really." I lied. What did it matter to him anyway?

Ian sighed. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

Dammit. "Uh…yeah."

"Well, you kept saying something like, 'don't hate me, Ian' and 'I'm sorry' over and over again." He paused. "You also said something like, 'Stefan is going to stake Damon for kissing Elena.'" He laughed.

Me: Blush

"Hello?"

"What?" It came out a little sharper than I meant it to.

He sighed again. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes!" He was pissing me off again.

I heard him move and the door open.

"Hey, Ian?"

"Yeah?"

"When are we supposed to…be…uh…"

"Married? I don't know. Sometime in the next 6 months."

I said nothing else so he shut the door.

Are you going to marry him?

NO!

How are you going to get out of it?

I'll make him hate me, duh.

Good luck…

Shut up.

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, my hair almost dry. Ian was sitting there at the kitchen table reading the same book he was reading last night.

I sat across from him. "What are you reading?"

He looked at me a grinned. "Salem's Lot."

I grabbed the book. "Gimme that!"

He looked at me with mock horror. "But whyyy? I was getting to the good part!" He reached towards me with fake mania.

"What in the-"

He started laughing.

I glared. "Why are you touching things in my room?"

"I was bored last night watching you sleep, so I decided to pick out a book."

"Ah. And you just happened to pick a Stephen King Vampire novel?"

"Yeppers."

I rolled my eyes, but gave him the book back. He sat it down on the table.

"I would have made breakfast, but I don't know what you like."

I got out of the chair and got cereal. "What do you want?" I asked in my "Cranky-morning" voice.

Ian shrugged. "I don't care."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course not."

As I was pouring him a bowl of cereal, I felt a hand go down my back. I turned and Ian smiled at me.

He leaned down to kiss me, and I leaned back.

He frowned. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm not hungry. Eat your food, Tina."

He looked puzzled. "What?"

I laughed at the expression on his face. "Napoleon Dynamite."

He laughed. "Oh, gosh." He looked at me. "I'm not hungry either. Let's go upstairs." He grinned at me.

"You are so gross!" I tried to move around him, but he stepped in my way. "Move you freaking Man-whore."

He grinned at me. "How much do you weigh?"

"What? I don't freaking know! Now can't you just-HEY!" Ian picked me up and carried me up the stairs, ignoring my protest.

He walked through the doorway, kicked the door shut and practically threw me on the bed.

I tried to get up, but he put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down.

"What the hell? You freaking psycho! GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled.

He laughed.

"Get off of me!"

He laughed and started to kiss my neck again.

"Stop!" I squealed.

"Make me." He whispered.

My teeth ground together.

"Come on, Jess. You know you want me."

"Yeah-CASTRATED!"

He leaned back and looked at me. He laughed and started kissing my neck again.

Fine, I will make you.

Don't do it!

Why not?

He'll hate you!

I don't care.

Yes, you do.

"NO I DON'T!" I yelled and raised my knee up and hit him where the sun doesn't shine.

He recoiled and I squirmed away.

I was at the end of the bed, watching him in pain.

Finally he looked at me.

"That wasn't very nice." Then grinned.

"DAMMIT!" I yelled.

Ian looked shocked. "What?"

"Nothing I do angers you!"

"Ah. The truth is finally revealed."

"What?" I asked through my teeth.

"I knew that's what you were up to."

I glared.

"You're not very secretive, you know."

Me: Glare that says "I will set you ablaze"

"Nothing you can do will make me hate you." He grinned again.

"Wanna bet?"

"Yes. I do." He smiled.

"Fine."

He grinned. "Fine, if you can get me angry by the end of the week, I will find a way to go against the marriage."

"And if you win? If I can't?" I asked warily.

"You sleep with me."

WHAT? "I've already slept with you."

"Wow, that's mature." He laughed. "Fine, we have sex."

I grimaced at the word.

Ian: Laughs.

This outta be interesting…