Chapter 6

A/N: There is a spoiler in this chapter for the book if you haven't read it and a mild lemon xD

Jessica sat there waiting for Ian to turn into his driveway. She hadn't realized she had walked that far.

As soon as he pulled in, Jess tried to open the door. It was locked. She looked over the door, trying to figure out how to unlock it.

"The only way to unlock the door is on this side."

"Then unlock it."

"Nope."

Jessica glared.

"We're going to talk."

She scoffed. "You're not my father! You can't tell me what to do, trap me in a car or take my phone away!"

"And how exactly would you know that he'd do that?" Ian said, looking at her.

"You don't even know my dad." She mumbled.

"And neither do you."

"Screw you!"

"You already did that." He smirked slightly.

Jessica ground her teeth together.

"Jess, you can't-"

"Shut up." Jess said quietly.

"What?" Ian didn't hear her.

"Shut. Up." Her voice broke on the last word and tears started falling down her face.

Ian put a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she pulled away.

"Jessica…" He didn't know what to say next without hurting her.

Jessica said nothing.

It was silent for a few minutes. Ian sat there, listening to Jessica's breathing, trying to figure out how to stop the tears.

"Jessica?" He turned to her. "I know you're upset, but please just give this marriage thing a try."

She looked at him. He was begging?

"Jess, I think you need some help."

She still didn't say anything. Help? Marriage counseling? What?

Ian looked at her confused face. "Do you understand?" He asked lightly.

She shook her head.

"I think…I need to know what goes on in your head. Maybe…you should try therapy."

Ian saw her eyes get wide. "No!" She yelled, making Ian jump. "Therapy? Are you freaking nuts? I'm not crazy; I just…don't want to marry you!"

"That can't be your only issue."

"It is!" Jess yelled.

Ian sighed and unlocked the door. Jessica looked at him for a minute, then opened the door and walked up the driveway. He waited until she had stopped in front of the door until he opened the car door.

Walking up the driveway, he took in Jessica's physical appearance. Light blonde hair that went to her middle back, dark green eyes that hid so many secrets to her head, pretty average body, though she could stand to gain and few more pounds on her stomach, pretty pale skin that almost made her seem like she was glowing in sunlight.

When he walked behind her, he took in her scent as he unlocked the door.

He waited for her to go in. She glanced at him, and then walked into the house.

JESSICA'S POV:

Ian thought I needed therapy? What the hell? We have sex and suddenly he knows what I need? (Okay, that sounded bad… but you get what I'm saying!)

As I walked into his ridiculous house, I stood there, trying to figure out a way I could get a hold of my mom. As far as I knew, Ian didn't have a house phone, and I don't know where his cell phone is. Crap.

I felt him behind me so I turned around. His blue eyes were staring at me, as if waiting for me to say something, though I'm not sure what.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

I still didn't say anything. He knows what I want, so I'm not saying anything until he gives it to me.

He sighed. "I'm not letting you call your mom."

Oh, so you think you're my dad again? I wish you were my dad so you would get your ass arrested for sleeping with me! You're old enough to be my dad.

The thought gave me the creeps.

"Helloooo? Jessica?" Ian waved his hand in front my face.

"What?" I said sharply.

He sighed. "I'm going to see if you can get into Dr. Bloome's office today."

He started walking away, but I walked in front of him. "Who's that?"

"He's a good psychologist that helped a few of my friends over the years." He tried to step around me, but I got in front of him again. I took a step back, because I was sort of in his personal space, but when I did, I tripped over something.

Ian caught my arm and I looked down to see what I tripped over. A cell phone. I picked it up.

"I threw it at the wall earlier." He said to me.

I rose and eyebrow at him as he took the phone from my hand. "Why…?"

"You left."

I scoffed. "Yeah, that's a reason to throw a phone." I walked out of the room.

I faintly heard Ian talking to someone.

"I'd like to request Dr. Bloome for my fiancée."

Ugh…

"No, she's not over 18…she's 16…yes…no…alright…thank you."

I walked into HIS bedroom and threw myself on the bed.

What are you going to do now?

I don't have any freaking clue.

Niiiccee….

Shut up, you're the one who said there was no way out of this marriage thing.

You're the one who believed me.

There's still a chance, right?

For what?

I can still make him hate me.

How well has that worked out for you so far?

I got him really angry earlier, and then I got him angry enough to throw a phone.

Good point.

So I can get him angry enough to just…hate me.

Alright…

I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I felt the blankets around my shoulders, my head on a pillow and my shoes off.

I opened my eyes, I just saw the window, but the curtains were closed so I wasn't sure if it was still afternoon or if it was dusk. Who cares? I felt too comfortable to be jacked with. I wrapped the sheet and blanket covering me tighter around my shoulders and closed my eyes again. I took a deep breath; the sheets smelled like him.

I rolled onto my other side and felt something on the bed move. I opened my eyes and looked at Ian. He raised his arm, as if to pull me closer, but drew it back. I felt guilty; he wanted to touch me, comfort me, but I wouldn't let him.

Crap…here comes the guilt juice.

A tear fell down my cheek onto the pillow. Ian looked at me in wonder, and then brushed another tear off of my face. He reached out again, but still didn't pull me closer. More guilt juice came out of my eyes as I snuggled closer to him. He froze for a brief second, and then relaxed.

He moved from his side to his back and I lay on his chest, tears falling onto his shirt. I lay there, and then I felt him get more and more relaxed. My heart stop pounding and I eventually relaxed too. I felt him kiss the top of my head, and then lay his head back down on the pillow.

We listened to each others' breathing until we both fell into a deep slumber.

When I groggily awoke on Ian's chest, I suddenly heard a click. My eyes snapped open. I saw a flash. I gasped, not knowing what it was.

Could it be some kind of explosive?

I doubt it. He's an actor, not an assassin. It's probably paparazzi or something.

Oh Okay. Wait, that's not good!

I raised my head. Ian was still asleep. "Ian?" I whispered.

I took my hand and patted his hair lightly. "Ian?" I whispered frantically.

He groaned and opened his eyes. "What?" He whispered back.

"There's someone in your house."

He was wide awake now. "What?"

"I heard something, and then I saw a flash."

"Dammit." He mumbled.

I got off of him and he walked towards the opened door. He looked out into the hallway, and I heard a scream…

"Nina? What the hell?" Ian asked in his "Grouchy-morning voice" as I called it. Huh. He's usually a morning person.

Wait, Nina? I got off of the bed and walked into the hallway. Sure enough, Nina Dobrev was there, with a freaking camera phone in her hand. She was laughing.

"Sorry," She said. "The door was unlocked, no one answered it and when I saw you I had to take a few pictures."

I was suddenly grateful Ian hadn't undressed me last night.

Ian rolled his eyes, and then laughed. "Fine, but if those get into People Magazine, I know who to blame, little missy." He walked past her into the hallway; Nina and I followed.

When he was a few feet ahead, Nina whispered to me, "So…how was it last night? The 1st time is always the worst."

Me: Blush "Uh… We didn't…"

"Oh." Nina giggled. "Sorry. My bad."

I grinned. "That's alright."

Ian abruptly turned. "What are you girlies whispering about over there?"

Nina and I grinned.

Ian narrowed his eyes. "I'm watching you."

Nina laughed. "Suuurrre you are."

"You keep it up, and I'll talk the writers into letting Damon drain little miss Elena."

Nina laughed again. "Yeah right, Stefan would stake you without thinking twice about it."

Ian pretended to be deep in thought. "Hm. You're right."

I laughed, though I sort of felt like an outsider; like when two people are having a conversation about sports when you have no clue about it, and you end up saying something really stupid.

Ian seemed to take note of this and picked me up. I let out a squeal and Nina let out a shocked laugh.

"Letmego!Putmedown!Seriously!I'mnotkidding!Ian!Dammit!Putmedown!Now!Please?Now!Ian!"

He responded with a laugh.

Going. To. Slap. You!

He finally put me down, but when he did, I almost fell on my face, and he grabbed my arm.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

He laughed.

Nina just came to ask Ian when he wanted to LookoverStudyRehearse – whatever – the script.

Tomorrow, He says.

Filthy procrastinator.

After she left, we had breakfast, took a shower, (err…not together…EW) and blah, blah, blah…

We were sitting on Ian's bed listening to my Marilyn Manson mix CD. (Yes, he has a Stereo in his bedroom, too. GAWD) I was about to slap him if he didn't stop laughing about me liking Marilyn Manson. "How can you listen to this?" He laughed. Okay, I will admit, the guy is a weirdo, but he plays awesome music.

Right now we were listening to "Heart-Shaped Glasses" off of the album "Eat Me, Drink Me." Ian got a kick out of that.

He was getting on my nerves. I was just sitting there, my back against the headboard reading – okay don't laugh – the Vampire Diaries: The Struggle.

I had just finished the last chapter of the first book (that I had started like, 7 months ago by the way) and Ian thought it was funny when I jumped up and said "HOLY CRAP! THEY TURNED HER!" at the end.

Now, while Ian was being an idiot and stroking my hair, I had started reading where Elena heard Stefan and Damon fighting, and she attacked Stefan.

W00t!

When Damon was checking to see if she was a Vampire and asked if she knew who he was and she said, "Of course. You're Damon, and I love you." I jumped off the bed and said "YEAH! WOO! MUAHAHAHAHA!" completely forgetting Ian was in the room.

I turned to see Ian raising his eyebrows at me, then laughing. I sat back down, blushing furiously, and he continued playing with my hair.

"What was that all about?" He laughed.

"Oh, I got to the part when – wait, have you read these?"

"Mm-hm." He said, absently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I guess he didn't like it in my face.

"Uh…" I forgot. Oh yeah! "Uh…Damon asked Elena is she… knew who he was and she said…" He was tracing his fingertips along my face and neck. I slapped his hand away. "Stop it!"

He smirked. Ugh. "Why? Am I…" he leaned into my neck and inhaled deeply. "- Distracting you?" then he kissed my neck.

Me: Blush and chills

The CD ended, leaving the room silent.

Ian grinned and grabbed my book, and threw it across the room.

Jackass.

He moved his hand from my neck down to my waist and leaned over to kiss me.

I let him.

Of course.

I lay down on my back and he gripped my waist tightly and gently slid his tongue across my lip. My heart was going to explode any second. But this time I knew. I knew this is what we both wanted.

I ran my hands across his chest and started to unbutton the three buttons on the collar his shirt. After I got them unbuttoned, I pulled it over his head and threw it in the same direction of my book. I smiled at him and he bent down to kiss me again.

As he explored every inch of my mouth, he removed his hands from my waist up to the buttons on my shirt, unbuttoned them without detaching our lips and lifted my top half to let it slide off of my shoulders. I lay back on the pillows, his hands under me, and he raked his nails down my spine, giving me chills and making me moan.

His lips pulled into a smile on mine. He slid my pants off of me and threw them onto the growing pile. I moved my hands down to his belt and fumbled with it, feeling like an idiot. I finally got it, and his pants were added to the pile. He pressed our bodies together, and I started to feel the arousal thingy kick in, and apparently his was too… (No comment…xD)

He was being very gentle with me, which I liked, hoping it wouldn't hurt as much as the first time. He unclipped my bra and slipped it off of my shoulders.

Me: Blush

I gently took his boxers off and he did the same with my underwear.

I slid my tongue in his mouth again, and I actually made him moan as he pressed his body even closer to mine. Almost by impulse, I wrapped my legs around him as he gently pressed into me.

Sensations went through me all at once in that moment. Heat, lust…love…

After many moans and sighs of ecstasy and passion, He collapsed on the pillow, bringing me with him. Our bodies were covered with heat and sweat, and as Ian tenderly pulled just the sheet over our bare bodies, I took a deep breath and curled up into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I fell asleep.