Chapter 5

When we got to Ian's house, he looked more hurt than pissed.

Craaaapppp…..

We didn't say anything to each other as he unlocked the door.

Or walked in.

Or when I went into the bathroom and he went to his bedroom to change.

When I looked through the bag, I didn't see any of my Pajama pants. I only saw a black satin nightgown I never wore before, two tank tops, red and black, and a pair of really short shorts.

Damn him.

I stood there in my black bra and black bikini underwear, trying to figure out a way to get out of this.

A knock at the door made me jump.

"Jess?"

"What?"

"Can I come in for a second?"

"Uh…I'm not really dressed…"

"That's alright, I just need a pain-killer." Then I heard amusement in his voice. "I won't look."

Before I could say anything, the bathroom door opened and I took a step back. He was wearing black boxers.

That. Is. It.

He had to reach in front of me to get into the mirror/medicine cabinet, and when I backed up, I hit his other arm.

He set this up…

I felt his arm move as he opened the medicine cabinet and Ian ran his fingers over the small of my back.

I held my breath.

He removed his arm from behind me, opened the bottle, took two out and put the bottle back, then closed the medicine cabinet door.

Just when I thought he was going to leave, I let the breath I was holding out and he leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "You better get dressed."

Me: Chills; Blush

Him: grins and walks out, closing the door behind him.

I'm going to scream.

I gave up and just went with the lace nightgown because it reached down to the middle of my thigh, and the shorts only covered my freaking ass. (barely!)

I hate him so much.

I brushed my hair, making it go straight again and put my clothes in the black bag. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I sighed.

I grabbed the bag and walked out. The best way not to get him to laugh is to act like the nightgown thing doesn't bother you.

I walked out and saw Ian sitting on the couch. Shirtless. Again.

Ugh…

I walked up behind the couch. "Are you always half-naked?"

He turned to me and grinned. "Nope."

"EW!"I rolled my eyes and set my bag on the floor.

Out of nowhere, Ian turned and grabbed my arms, pulling me onto the couch and was on all fours over me, looking me over.

"I like the nightgown." He grinned at me.

"Then keep it!" I spat. "I never wear it and I'm sure one of the sluts you sleep with would enjoy it!"

He looked at me in disbelief for a second then smirked.

"What makes you think Nina is a slut?"

My mouth dropped open. "WHAT?"

He laughed. "Just kidding."

I glared.

He pouted mockingly. "Is someone jealous?"

"Psh. I wish you would have sex with someone so this marriage thing would be over."

I saw pain in his eyes.. "Now why would I sleep with someone else?"

"Because you aren't getting any from me!" I yelled.

He leaned towards me and kissed the hollow spont under my ear. Then he whispered into my neck, "We'll see."

Me: Chills; Blush. Thinking: KillYouKillYouKillYou!

He kissed my skin again and then looked back at me.

I said nothing.

His eyes slid down to my lips.

CrapYayCrapYay!

But he didn't kiss me. She just stared like he was afraid to kiss me; I might go off or something.

I can't handle guilt. I moved my arms from my sides, wrapped them around his neck and gave in.

I felt him smile.

Crap. I hope he doesn't use this guilt thing against me.

It only took about 4.5 seconds for me to lose control. I was at his mercy.

Crap.

Somehow, my nightgown got taken off, his pajama pants were now off.

So…We're both in our underwear.

This is going well. UGH!

Not that I wasn't enjoying it; how can you not? IT'S IAN FREAKING SOMERHALDER! But I'm afraid this may go a little too far…

He made me lose track of my thinking again. Stupid cologne.

Then, still on the couch, Ian managed to get his thumbs under the hem of my underwear on the sides.

Uh-oh.

"No." I said breathlessly.

He pulled back to look at me. "Why not?"

"I…" I really didn't have a reason why.

Then just have sex with him!

Shut up!

He looked at me for a second, then sighed and got off of the couch.

I just lay there. Guilt was eating my brain to mush again.

I stared at the ceiling, having an argument in my head.

Come on, What's the big deal? You're getting married anyway!

No! I'm not!

You know there's no way around it!

How do you know?

Get real, Jessica. You're marrying him whether you like it or not.

I know.

Then why did you have to be stupid and push him away again?

I don't know.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

What should I do?

Tell him you love him.

Do I?

Do you?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

Shut up.

No, that's not gonna work. YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!

Fine. I will.

Good girl.

Something touched the side of my face. I turned my head and saw Ian kneeled beside the couch looking at me.

Why is it so blurry.

Oh yes, I'm crying. GOSH!

Ian wiped away another tear and I sat up.

"Did I upset you?" He asked me.

"No." I whispered.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know."

He rose an eyebrow at me. "I'm not buying that."

I sighed.

A pause. "Maybe we should go to sleep. It's almost eleven."

I got off the couch and he handed me my nightgown. I put it on, he didn't bother to put his Pajama pants back on and he led the way to the humongous bedroom we were in a few days ago.

I stood in the doorway as he folded the sheet and comforter over so we could climb in the bed. He walked over and I moved so he could close the door. I walked over to one side of the bed, he walked to the other. We both climbed into bed and Ian shut the bedside lamp off and lay on his side so he could face me.

"Comfy?"

I nodded. We sat in silence for a minute and he closed his eyes. My heart was pounding. I slowly moved closer to him, and put my arm around his bare waist. He opened his eyes and smiled sweetly, obviously not getting it.

I moved so close I felt his breath on my face and I kissed him. He moved slightly, laying down, but I went with him. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt his heartbeat through my nightgown. It was beating almost as fast as mine.

I moved my hands from his chest to the bottom of my nightgown.

Don't do it!

Do it!

I pulled it over my head and Ian looked at me in shock.

I kissed him.

He went with it.

His hands traveled up my sides and he unclipped my bra.

Heart beats faster….and faster…

When I woke up, under me was cool sheets and there was heat on my back. I opened my eyes to see the sun shining through the window and no Ian. I lifted my head and looked around the room.

Still no Ian.

I sat up and looked around the room again. My nightgown was on the floor next to the bed. I grabbed it without getting out of bed and put it over my head.

I moved the sheets and got out of bed. I stood up and stretched. My muscles ached from them tensing so much. I opened the door and walked into the hallway. As I walked into the living room, Ian was stretched out on the couch, Nina was sitting on the recliner and Paul was sitting on the armrest of the couch.

When I walked in the room. Nina and Paul smiled at me and Ian turned to see what they were smiling at. When he saw me he jumped up, half-ran towards me and kissed me once. He grinned at me.

Me: Blush

Ian takes my hand and practically drags me to the couch. I sit down, still embarrassed of what I'm wearing.

"So," Nina says. "I heard you and Ian got pretty close last night." She grins at me.

I look at Ian. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

Me: Blush

Paul says: "Don't be embarrassed, Jessica." Then laughs and pats my bare shoulder.

I smile.

"So, we better get going." Nina says.

"Where are you going?"

Ian turned to me. "They just came over to go over the script."

"Ah."

Paul and Nina get up. "Bye!"

I smile. "Bye."

They walk out.

Ian grabs me and kisses me. Again.

I laugh. "Man-whore."

Ian laughed too. "Well, be glad then."

"Why?" I asked.

He leaned close to me. "Because. I guess only a man-whore can know how give you 3 orgasms."

Me: Blush and Slap Ian's shoulder. Hard.

"Ow." He said looking down at the shoulder I slapped. The skin was turning red.

I laughed at the expression on his face, he looked like a pouting child that just got told he had to take a nap.

"Oh, that's funny, huh?" He said, looking at me again.

"Yep." I said smugly.

I knew what he was going to do next, so when he tried to grab me, I moved and stood up.

"Ha!" I yelled.

He let out a playful growl and ran after me. I ran into the dining room, and he was the other side of the table. He was trying to figure out how to get me, and finally he ran towards me. I ran back into the living room.

I laughed when he chased after me again. He ran towards me, and I knew if I ran around the couch I would get caught, so I jumped on it and ran across the living room.

Now I was trapped. I tried to duck around him, but he grabbed my arm and started running with me, and of course, we ended up in the bedroom.

Ian threw me on the bed. (like the way he did do "Caroline" when she tried to escape in episode 3, remember?)

He growled again and jumped on the freaking bed! He crawled on top of me and kissed me. I laughed. We were having a good time, until he started to take my nightgown off again. I'm not sure why, but I started freaking out.

"No." I whispered.

Ian looked at me. "What?"

"I…no."

"Why not? We did it last night."

"But..I don't want to." I pleaded.

He sighed and moved a piece of hair away from my face. "What's wrong?"

"I…just…I don't know."

He leaned his forehead against mine. "What's the problem, then?"

I looked in his eyes. I hope he didn't try and compel me. Ha.

"Hm?" He touched the side of my face.

Me: Still said nothing.

He lifted his head. "Did I hurt you?"

"Not really…but-"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why did you suddenly decide to have sex with me last night?"

I still said nothing.

A look of shock crossed his face and he got off of me. "Dammit Jess!"

"What?" I was surprised at his sudden outburst. What did I do wrong? I gave him what he wanted.

He looked at me again, and he looked really pissed. "Why did you have sex with me?"

"You wanted me to." I answered sheepishly.

"That's your reason?" Holy hell Mr. Over Reaction.

"Isn't it enough?"

"No!" He yelled. "You shouldn't have done it! You are so immature sometimes!" He turned away from me, still angry, and walked out the door, but not before slamming it.

I sat there in shock.

Nice going.

What?

You pissed him off.

I know!

He's right, you know.

About?

You are a little immature.

I know.

You need to fix it.

I don't know how.

Well, maybe he does.

Shut up. He doesn't want to talk to me.

No, Probably not.

I just sat there, wondering what the hell just happened. I strained my ears to hear what he was doing, but couldn't hear anything.

Maybe he left. I slowly got up and walked to the door. I put my ear against it. I heard nothing. I turned the doorknob and opened the door. When I got into the hallway, I still heard nothing. I walked into the living room, where Ian was sitting on the couch, just staring at the wall.

I walked up behind the couch and he didn't even turn towards me. I sighed and walked away.

"Jessica?" I heard him call my name.

I turned toward him; he was still staring at the wall.

"Don't ever do anything for my benefit."

I walked away.

His words still rung in my ear as I got dressed.

You just can't accept it when people care, can you? You always look at the negative, always expect the worst! You are so immature sometimes!

I felt a pain in my stomach again. He was starting to hate me.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes.

Okay then. Leave.

Fine, I will.

I changed into a t-shirt and jeans and grabbed all of my clothes, put them in my bag and walked out the back door, where he couldn't hear me.

Then I realized-I didn't have a car.

I'll walk, then. Anything to finally get away from him.

EXTERNAL POV:

Ian sat there on the couch, still trying to figure out what went on in Jessica's head. She seemed a little off to him, and the fact that she slept with him for his own benefit before she was ready made him feel guilty. Had he pushed it too hard. Did she not realize he was joking around when he made the "bet?" He sat there for a few more seconds, then stood up.

He walked down the hallway to get Jessica. The bathroom door was open. No Jessica. He walked into the bedroom. No Jessica. He panicked and ran around the house, looking for her. When he didn't find her, he ran back into the living room to try her cell phone.

She left. The words burned into his mind as he dialed the number. She actually left.

Jessica picked up on the third ring. "What?"

Ian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she was safe. "Where the hell are you?"

"Going home." She said.

"What? Why?"

"Well, I don't like you, and this marriage thing isn't going to work."

"How do you know? We haven't even tried! It's only been about a week!"

"What do you want out of this marriage?"

"What?"

"What are some of your goals?"

"Jessica- I don't know…Have a few kids, live happily ever after. Where are you?"

"Walking home."

"Walking? It'll take you hours to get there!"

"I don't care."

"Why don't you care?"

"I don't know, I just don't."

"What don't you care about, exactly, Jess?"

"YOU!" and she hung up.

Ian closed the phone and threw it across the room. "Dammit!"

This girl was giving him a migraine. What went on in her head? Maybe she should be evaluated or something. Ian grabbed a shirt, pants, shoes and car keys and headed out the door.

Jessica just walked and walked. She knew it would take a long time, but she didn't care. She had to get away from Ian. Getting married was a prison sentence. Especially when she had no choice of who she was marrying.

After she hung up on Ian, she kept walking. Who cares what he thinks? It's not like I'm marrying him.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a semi pulled up beside her. A man with a gray beard and a red trucker's hat said, "You need a ride little lady?" then smiled. His teeth were yellow and he had bits of tobacco on them.

Suddenly, Ian's car pulled up behind her. He walked out.

"Get in the car." He ordered.

"No."

He walked up to the man and took off his sunglasses. "You'll have to excuse my fiancée, she's not well."

"I'm not your fiancée! Leave me alone!" Jessica pushed him away.

"Is everything okay?" the trucker asked.

"No, he's- stalking me! He won't leave me alone!"

"Jess, please, just listen-"

"No! We're not getting married! EVER! I hate you!"

The trucker got out of his car. "Now, you best be going on, boy. The lady said to stay away, you stay away."

"Sir-"

"Don't 'sir' me, boy! Go on, get!"

Ian grabbed Jessica's arm and started pulling her away. She fought back.

"Stop it!" She yelled.

The trucker grabbed Ian. "You never lay a hand on a lady, boy." He gave him a hard shove.

Then a police car pulled up.

Oh, Hell. Jess thought.

A young cop walked over to them. "Everything okay over here?"

"This young lad herr won't leave this pretty lil' thing 'lone. Stalkin' her, layin' his hands on her."

The cop looked at Ian.

"Jessica is my fiancée and she ran away from me."

"Because I'm NOT marrying you!" Jessica yelled.

"She's not well." Ian said to the cop.

"I'm fine, Ian! Now leave me alone and let me go home!"

"You live with me now!" Ian said, sternly.

"Now, now," Said the cop turning to Jess. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Jessica sighed. "Yes." She said, defeated.

"Alrighty then." The cop said. "Y'all best be getting a move on then."

Ian grabbed Jessica and put her in the car. He walked over and sat down. The cop rode off, and the trucker glared at Ian before driving off.

Ian did an U-ey and sped off.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He yelled.

Jess ignored him. Screw him.

"Jess?"

"Take me home!"

"Don't worry, I am. I don't know what goes on in your head, but when we get to my house we're calling a fucking exorcist or something!"

"Don't talk to me like I'm your daughter!" She yelled back.

"I'm not, Jess but-"

"But nothing! I may be young enough to be your daughter, but I'm not! I'm not your fiancée or anything! As soon as we get to your house, I'm calling my mom to come get me!"

"No, you're not." Ian said, calming down a little.

"Try and stop me."

"I will." He quickly grabbed the phone out of her purse and put it in his back pocket.