Hey all. Sorry it took a bit, but I had an… interesting time writing this. You might see why as the chapter progresses.

Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! Sadly, this is the LAST chapter of "The Fire"… I hope you all enjoyed it! I am hoping this chapter wraps everything up for you :-)

P.S—after the line of periods, it may get a bit, er, R (or shall I say "M"?) rated. FYI. And it may SOUND a bit strange, what they do, but relax. People really do it.

But I'm sorry if it sucks. But be nice if you flame me :-)

5 Months Later

"I love you," I murmured against Jesse's lips.

"I love you too, Mrs. De Silva," he said back, still kissing me. We were in the back of a limo, driving from our wedding. We had finally gotten married!

The past five months have been unbelievably busy; first there was my recovery, then Angela's trial, and wedding plans, not to mention work and school.

Angela was found guilty. Not only was my testimony a huge part, but also, she had written down a lot of information in that notebook I had glanced at in her room. Why do murderers do that? I mean, really. It's like they want to get caught.

Anyway, she's been sentenced to life in prison, the way it should be. (a/n: Not a fan of the death penalty.) It's been hard, of course, having your friend try to kill you, but Jesse and the rest of my friends have been very helpful in getting me back on track. Aaron too came to visit my friends and I after he heard about who had really committed the crimes. He was, obviously, very upset and disturbed, but I know he'll get over it. It must be awful, though, knowing that three girls died because of him. Not, of course, that he had anything at all to do with it, but it is still hard having that on your shoulders.

I graduated at the end of May, and got a job at a local trendy boutique, designing a little, but mostly selling. I still work at the restaurant, just because it pays well, and the tips rock. I am hoping to get promoted by the end of the summer, since the owner of the shop seemed to really like some of my stuff.

"I'm never going to get used to that," I mumbled, with my lips still pressed against his and curled into a smile. "Mrs. De Silva… it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

He responded to that by sticking his tongue in my mouth.

I leaned against the door of the car, holding his face in my—manicured—hands, while his arms were holding my hips gently. We continued kissing, until I heard a knock against the divider between Jesse and I and the driver.

"We're here, Mr. and Mrs. De Silva," he told us. We sat back up, and I quickly smoothed down my hair—parted, and pulled back—and fixed my dress. Jesse straightened his tie, and took my hand. We climbed out of the limo, and were greeted by our friends and family.

As soon as I stepped onto the sand, I slipped off my shoes. There's nothing worse than sand in your shoe.

Gina slipped behind Jesse, and handed him a compact and a tissue. He looked at her blankly, before she sighed and flipped it open and held it so he could see his face. I started giggling when I realized why—I had smeared my lipstick all over his mouth and chin. He glowered at me playfully, though blushing, and quickly wiped it off before our official entrance.

After a few dances, and then eating, the sun began to set over the water. We were blessed with a beautiful day, and the sky blazed red and purple. Jesse and I were dancing, my head resting gently on his shoulder, when I saw Paul approach us, and he tapped Jesse's shoulder.

"May I cut in?" He asked Jesse. His jaw clenched the slightest bit, but I laid my hand on his cheek softly, and he stepped back, and Paul took his place.

"Congratulations," he said, once Jesse walked away.

"Thank you," I said. We were silent for a moment, until I asked, "Did you bring Kat?" He nodded, and jerked his head in her direction. I looked over my shoulder, and saw her talking to Sazz, who I felt obligated to invite since she put her job on the line for me. She really was a good friend.

I laughed when I noticed that Sazz had dyed her hair, and they both had purple streaks. "She's not like the others," I commented as he twirled me around.

"I got sick of the rich prep-school Daddy's Girls," he said conversationally. "I should have realized that they annoy me with Kelly, but one day I brought a girl like Kat to a Christmas party at my Dad's firm (a/n: He might be a doctor, but to be honest, I don't care.) back before I moved to Carmel, and everyone responded badly… but when I brought Melanie, who looked like Kelly only with red hair to a summer banquet, and everyone loved me. Just like his father, they said. Lawyers are supposed to have refined trophy wives… but I'm sick of that. Though, you know, Kelly and Melanie and all those others were good for some things," he said, and winked at me. I wrinkled my nose, but ignored that last comment.

"I like Kat, though. She's much cooler than Kelly," I said, grinning. "I particularly like her nose ring." He grinned back.

We continued dancing until the song was over, and he gave me a hug and relinquished me back to Jesse.

A few songs later, I went over and sat with Cee Cee, Gina, and Mara, who were all hanging out in the otherwise empty bar, talking. While everything else was in the open air, the bar was enclosed on all four sides. Gina handed me a wrapped box.

"Open it now, Simon…er… de Silva?" I smiled.

"You can call me Simon still." I started opening the white wrapping paper. "Why are you giving this to me now?" I asked, as I took the lid off the box.

"We thought you'd like to have it tonight," Gina said wickedly, "When you finally get devirginized."

Yes, Jesse and I still haven't had sex, for two reasons. One was a stern warning Jesse got from Dr. Grant the day I was finally released from the hospital. "Mr. de Silva, for the next few months you must let Suze rest," she had told him. Jesse, being naïve as he is, informed her that he will make sure that I stay home from work for a few weeks, and have Sarah bring over what we were learning at class. "That's all very important," she said, "but there are other things that she can't do. Her lower torso organs cannot be agitated. Do you understand?"

And finally, Jesse understood, and, blushing, obliged.

Since I wasn't allowed to have sex for 3 months, Jesse suggested that we wait until we're married. It was only two more months, and we would also be all good in the eyes of God. Not that I particularly cared what God thought of me, but Jesse wanted to wait, so we waited.

Mara laughed when she saw my eyes bug at what was in the box. "Like it?" she asked. (a/n: I did some interesting research for this bit. Courtesy of Frederick's of Hollywood.) It was a completely see-through white babydoll, and matching very revealing underwear. Also in the box was a white satin robe, that looked like it would barely hit my upper thighs. "Well, actually, it isn't so much what you like, but what Jesse likes." I punched her gently.

"We knew you wouldn't go out and get anything like this, so we did," Gina said, laughing.

I was about to say something, but I heard Jesse. "Susannah… Susannah?" I quickly put the lid back on the box.

"I'm in here!" I called, and he came in. He sat down next to me, and kissed my cheek.

"Querida, what do you say we get going? It's getting late, and just about everyone's gone," he said. I nodded, and Cee Cee winked at me.

"Okay," I said. I slid off the barstool, and gave them each a hug.

"Use it well," Mara said, and laughed. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"We'll be back in a week," I said. I grabbed my box, which Jesse looked at curiously but didn't ask about. He took my hand, said goodbye, and led me out back onto the beach. We said goodbye to everyone who was left, then climbed back into the limo.


We were staying at a resort on the beach, an hour south of Carmel. I am still enamored with the ocean view, even after so many years, so when I saw our balcony overlooking the ocean, I dropped my bags and opened the sliding doors. I heard Jesse put his stuff down too, but he didn't follow me out.

"Oh, Jesse, you have to see this! The view is so beautiful!"

"I know," I heard him say from inside.

"Jesse, come on out! It's the most beautiful sight in the world," I gushed.

"I am looking at the most beautiful sight in the world," he said. I sighed, and turned around.

"Jesse, you can't even see it from in he--" I started, but then I saw that he wasn't looking outside, but right at me. He was lounging on the loveseat, just staring at me with a small smile on his face. I smiled back, and walked over to him. I crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and sitting on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his arms encircled my waist. He kissed me, starting out slow, but they got more and more passionate.

When I felt him trying to fiddle with the zipper of my dress, I remembered the present from Gina, Cee Cee, and Mara. I got off his lap, stood up, and sauntered over to our stuff, grabbed the box, and disappeared into the bathroom.

I took off my wedding dress, hung it up carefully, and opened the box and put it on. I looked at myself nervously in the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door.

Jesse had taken his jacket off. He was at the table, removing a bottle of champagne from a ice bucket, and beginning to open it. He must have heard the door, because he turned around. As soon as he saw me, leaning against the door frame with my robe hanging open, revealing, well, just about everything that the rest of the gift didn't cover (which was pretty much everything), the top of the champagne bottle shot off, and the bubbles overflowed a tiny bit, in sick, clichéd symbolism. I grinned, and walked over as he stood there, frozen, as champagne flooded over his hand, staring at me.

I took the bottle and sat it back on the table, and then gently wiped his hand off with a cloth. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, and I slowly began undoing the rest of them. Jesse leaned down and began kissing my neck, then up to my jaw line, and around my chin. I shoved his shirt off, then went for his pants.

After they were gone, and Jesse was left only in his boxers, he took off my robe, took a deep, shuddering breath, and gently laid me on the king-sized bed, sliding his hands down my sides, and down my legs, until his head was at my knees.

He came back up, kissing my legs gently—making me, embarrassingly, writhe with need—until he was at my stomach, and began parting the slit up the front of the babydoll. I was watching him do this with pleasure, but when I saw my scars I quickly covered them with my hands. However, Jesse kissed each of my hands, and removed them from my stomach.

"Susannah," he said breathily, "don't cover your scars."

"But they're ugly," I protested, also breathing sort of hard.

"Not to me," he whispered huskily. "If you did not have scars, that would mean you would be dead. Your scars tell me that you're alive." He ran his fingers over them gently, tracing the bumps and uneven skin. I caught his face in my hands, and pulled him up to me and kissed him, hard, on the lips.

He kissed back lovingly, full of passion, while his hands slipped down and removed the white bottom to my ensemble. I did the same to his shorts, while he gently removed my top, his hands pausing to massage my chest beneath the lacy fabric.

I moaned, and delved my hands into his hair. We broke apart for a moment, to get it over my head, and then we just paused, and looked at each other, panting. After a few seconds, Jesse dove back in and kissed me again, and again, and again. I rolled him over, so I was on top. Starting at his neck, I traced my fingers softy, following the trail with my lips. He shivered with pleasure; even more so, when I focused on one particular area of his body. He shuddered and moaned my name, tangling his fingers in my hair.

Once he got control of himself again, he took my hips gently in his hands, and was on top again. I looked into his eyes, and saw such love, trust, and respect in his eyes, and I was so glad I was his wife.

He ran his hand down the side of my face, and I noticed minute beads of sweat on his upper lip and forehead. I felt his hand shake the tiniest bit against my cheek, and I realized he was nervous.

"Jesse," I whispered. He smiled, kissed me softly, and then….

And then.

It wasn't amazing. It never is the first time, as Cee Cee, Mara, Gina, Lisa, Cate, and, before their deaths, Beth and Krystal, had told me.

But Jesse was amazing. He was so gentle, and loving, and caring.

Afterwards, we lay there together. He stroked my back, while I absentmindedly played with his hair on the back of his head. His dancing fingers helped the exhaustion of the days events to hit me, until 10 pound lead balls were attached to my eyelashes, and I succumbed to their weight.


The next morning, I awoke to find a very naked self curled up against a very naked Jesse. I saw that it was nearly 10, and unwound myself from Jesse's embrace, pulled on a rope that actually covered my thighs (complimentary of the resort), and took the phone out onto the balcony.

"Room service."

"Can I order breakfast?" I asked quietly. After asking them to bring up coffee, orange juice, sausage, fruit, and, Jesse's favorite, poached eggs, I snuck back into the room.

I watched Jesse snore quietly while I waited for breakfast to arrive. As soon as I heard the first tap on the door, I shot over and opened it, not wanting Jesse to wake up.

"Thank you," I whispered, closing the door.

I tiptoed over to Jesse, and climbed carefully onto the bed. Struck with an idea (all those years of Cosmo are paying off, I guess), I took an ice cube out of the now nearly melted ice bucket. I gently removed the sheet preserving Jesse's innocence—not that there was much left, after last night—and, after admiring the view for a moment, softly placed the ice cube against his wrist. I slowly slid it up his arm, down the side of his chest, while I blew on the water left in the ice cube's wake. By the time I reached his hip, his eyes opened, and fluttered closed with pleasure a split second later. I smiled, and pretended he was still asleep. I then continued down his leg , then jumping over to the other one, and moving up that one.

When I got back to the top of his leg, his eyes lifted again. He was breathing heavily. I sat up, and began to crawl off of him.

"Oh, good, you're up," I said playfully. "Breakfast is here." I was about to stand up, when I felt him tug at the back of my robe, and I fell back onto his stomach.

"Oh, no, you don't," he growled, slipping out from under me and then leaned over me. He undid my robe, and shoved it off.

Alas, we didn't get to eat breakfast until well past lunch time.


All that week, Jesse and I enjoyed ourselves. Though we didn't get out of our room a whole lot, we did enjoy a few nice evenings out, and some lazy afternoons on the side of the pool.

Unfortunately, by the end of the week, we had to pack up and return to our apartment. We both had to get back to work. Jesse had taken a second job during the summer when he's off from school, in addition to his lecturing; he was working at a local pediatrician's office, as a secretary. I had laughed when he told me.

He is completely oblivious to the feminine connotations of the title.

But he isn't just a secretary; he's also sort of training, and helps with the weighing and measuring of kids—that sort of preliminary stuff that you do before the doctor actually gets to you.

I had gotten a promotion as well; the boss of the store I worked at liked a lot of my designs, so I'm actually a full designer. It isn't a huge brand name or anything—but I love seeing my name on the tag.

All in all, life had gotten so much better since that fall. It's been hard looking back, and I know it's the same for all of us. But now, though the past is dark, the future is brighter than ever.

Because Jesse and I are together, forever.


Okay, guys. THE END.

I'd like to take this time to thank all my reviewers. You're all awesome.

I'd also like to ask that anyone who's ever read this story to review. I'd like a critique on my writing. I'd like anything you have to say about my story, actually. But I really would like some honest writing constructive criticism, because I want to improve.

Anyway. I'm not sure when I'll have a new story, but hopefully soon. Perhaps Spring Break will give me time to write.

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