Chapter 15

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update this one! I planned on having it done by last Monday, but some family issues came up. SORRY SORRY SORRY! :)

I woke up feeling an arm around my bare stomach. I looked over to see Ian sleeping peacefully.

Awwwwww!

I know!

He's so innocent looking!

I know!

And you get to get married to him!

…crap.

HOLY CRAP WAIT A MINUTE!

"IAN! WAKE UP!"

"What! What!" He jumped up and looked around the room, then at me.

"We are supposed to be getting married today!"

He grinned and leaned over to kiss my bare shoulder. Then I realized that by jumping up, the blankets had fallen, leaving my body exposed. I grabbed the sheet and covered myself up with it.

"Sorry." He murmured into my skin.

"What? Why?"

He sighed. "I never planned on marrying you so soon. The truth is, your mother is the one who arranged that, and because she never got my own or my mother's consent, the wedding will be prolonged."

I frowned. "And why the hell didn't you tell me that sooner?"

Ian smiled sheepishly, and with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes, it almost made him look like an adorable teenager. "I…wanted you to get the point."

"What…point?"

"That we were getting married no matter what. And by letting you think that your mother's words were final, you were finally able to love me as much as you wanted to." His arms snaked around me and he pulled me close.

"You…lied?"

He frowned at me. "No."

"But you…let me believe something that wasn't true."

"For your own good, Sweetheart."

I stilled, waiting for the anger to build up inside of me like it always did, but something else happened. I didn't feel angry – I felt hurt.

Don'tCryDon'tCryDon'tFreakingCry!

"Why?" I looked at him.

I apparently wasn't very good at masking my emotions because he immediately sat up and cradled me to his chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize…"

"I know."

"Wait, what?"

Wait, what?

"I forgive you." WHERE was this coming from?

He pulled back and looked into my eyes for a minute before kissing my lips gently.

It was true. I did forgive him – and as odd as it sounded, I trusted him. Tears started to fall, and Ian frowned a little before wiping them away.

I laughed and he looked like I'd lost (what's left of) my mind. "No, no." I hugged him. "I love you."

WHOOOOOOAAAAAA!

Even in the heated frenzy of kissing and lovey-dovey stuff I'm so not used to, I still didn't forget something:

"Ian, we can't."

Immediately he groaned, moving to roll off of me, but I held him still. "No, no. Don't leave."

Jeez, was I that unpredictable?

Yes.

Shut the hell up.

"We…" I sighed, feeling embarrassed even bringing this up. I really didn't want to give him even more crap to deal with. "Um…"

He brushed my hair out of my face. "What? You can tell me."

"I…don't want to get…pregnant…" I tried to shrink away from him, afraid he was upset at me, but he grinned and kissed me again.

What the hell?

"You're not…?"

"No, I'm not upset." He laughed.

I frowned. "You're not bothered by it?"

"No, why would I be?" He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked.

"Old man-whore ass." I mumbled jokingly and he laughed before kissing me again before I pulled back. "So…we can't have sex now?"

Ian laughed and scrambled out of bed.

Trying not to get distracted by this man's glorious naked backside, I asked, "What are you doing?"

He went into the bathroom and I heard him open a couple of drawers before he walked back in.

He lay next to me and held a little red package up for me to see.

"Oh." I blushed and he chuckled before crawling back on top of me.

(A/N: You know, when dealing with a nekkid Ian Somerhalder, I sometimes have issues with maintaining the T Rating. -_-)

Afterwards, I lay on his chest breathing heavily. I peeked up at him to see him smiling at me. I grinned and closed my eyes.

"I love you." I heard him say and I smiled.

"Love you."

Riiiiiiinnggg!

Grr…

I reached over grabbed his cell phone off of the nightstand and threw it across the room.

"Hey!"

I pinned his arms down onto the bed and sat on his stomach. "You stay."

He gave me a mock-serious expression. "Yes, ma'am."

I laughed. "You are such a tard."

"That's not what you called me just a minute ago. What was the word? Oh yeah!" Then he said dramatically, "'Amaaaazing…'" I put my hand over his mouth and he grabbed me, rolling us so he was on top of me.

I giggled as he kissed my neck and shoulders.

"I love you." He said again.

After we were both showered, dressed and had eaten breakfast, I jumped on the computer while he read the script for the next episode. Apparently they still had 2 or 3 episodes until I could be on the show. Suddenly Ian's I phone (which I luckily didn't break), rang.

"Hey, Jess?"

"What?"

"Nina just told me to check my e-mail. It's important."

"K." Ian went back to reading and I typed in his password and clicked on the link she'd sent.

Oh no.

"HOLY SHIT!" I jumped up from the computer, but couldn't look away. "Ian!"

The link she'd sent was a video – of Ian and I having sex.