The Mediator: Egyptian Style

"Jesse," I said while giggling. Yes, I, Susannah Simon, was giggling.

We were on the king size water bed in our hotel suite. Jesse was blowing raspberries on my stomach. Immature, I know, but still, his lips were touching me. And it was also romantic in a weird way.

Jesse looked up and smiled at me. But there was something in that grin of his, something almost...evil? Uh oh.

I realized what he was about to do, but was too late to stop it.

He started tickling me.

I started laughing right away.

"Jesse," I said, trying to get him to stop, "stop it!"

You'd think he would stop too. I mean this is the guy that stops kissing me out of nowhere because he thinks he was being too forward. But there he is tickling me and me begging him to stop. And he doesn't. Stop, I mean.

I was kicking my legs, trying to get him off me, but he just wouldn't budge.

Then my leg hit something.

Jesse fell off the bed groaning and holding his...


Shit, I kicked him there.

I got off the bed and bent down beside him.

"Jesse," I said, trying so hard not to laugh. I mean, I know I hurt him and all, but it was still funny. "I'm SO sorry!"

He tried to smile at me to tell me it was okay, but I think he was hurting too much. I mean, I kick pretty hard for a girl and Jesse definitely knows that. If he didn't before, he definitely does now.

After a few more minutes, he just lay there not moving. I guess I really hurt him.

Then he spoke, "I guess I'll never do that again."

And, me being me, I laughed.

But then I couldn't stop laughing. I was in a fit of giggles and just lying on the floor laughing uncontrollably.

"Susannah," Jesse said.

I tried looking at him with a straight face, but then just cracked up laughing again.

Pathetic, I know, but you just HAD to be there. It was hilarious. Well, at least I think it was.

Jesse just rolled his eyes and came over to me. He scooped me up in his arms and lay me back on the bed. Then he lay down next to me.

I finally stopped laughing. But I knew that Jesse knew that anything could set me off again. So we remained silent. However, I personally think that's the worst, because it leaves me to think.

I started laughing again. Not as bad, but I was still in peals of laughter.

I knew Jesse was getting fed up with it, but I just couldn't help it.

Apparently Jesse had had enough, if him climbing on top of me and kissing me was any indication. That shut me up pretty quickly too.

That one little kiss turned into a full-blown make-out session.

Jesse was drawing little squiggles on my stomach with his fingers. That tickled a bit but not enough to make me start giggling. My hands were lying on his back, underneath his shirt.

His fingers were slowly creeping up towards my bra. I knew soon enough that they'd be under my bra. Jesse really doesn't have a problem with this anymore. Us making out, I mean. I mean, we are married and on our honeymoon. There has to be some nice hot 'n steamy make-out sessions on the honeymoon. Maybe even some baby-making?

Well, the last part I'm not so sure about. Jesse still thinks I'm still too young. Who cares if I'm only eighteen? We are married now. We should be able to have sex. Sex is good; it helps to make a healthy marriage.

We had both removed our shirts, which left Jesse to undo my bra. He was still lying on top of me, his hands lingering ever so near my breats. He slid his hands up and down my side and then stopped when he felt the underwire. He slowly traced the underwire with his perfect fingers and stopped at the clasp. I prayed to God that I had worn the front closing one today.

He seemed unsure of whether to continue or not. So I pulled him toward me and kissed him to assure him that it was completely okay with me if he continued. It was more of a hungry-passionate kiss. Oh, my God. I wanted him so badly, you have no idea.

After we broke apart from the kiss, he obliged and unclasped my bra. He seemed like he was in a daze; he was just staring at my half-naked body.

After what felt like ages, he tore his eyes from my body and looked into my eyes. And he grinned.

Then he lay on top of me. His naked chest pressing against mine. And he kissed me.

Boy that was a kiss I felt all the way to my toes. It made me feel wanted and loved and unbelievably good. Of course I returned it with just as much - if not more - passion.

Then all of a sudden he broke away.

"Jesse..." I whined. I wanted more. What was he doing?

"Querida, we have company," he said, while throwing me my shirt. I looked around and saw a forty-something year old man, ogling at me. I quickly put my shirt on. Perve.

I narrowed my eyes at the guy. "What do you want?"

The bald guy looked a little taken aback and freaked out. "Y-you can see m-me?" he stuttered.

"Uh, duh," I said. I always get the stupid ones. Can't any of them be smart like Jesse? Well, actually Jesse said the same thing when I first met him, but that's totally different.

"Oh," he said.

"Well, what're you doing here?" I asked him.

He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes, "I died."

I looked at him like he was stupid. "Duh, I knew that. What I meant was, why are you still here?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, lets start off easy, what's your name?"

"Harrison Matthews."

"Okay, Mr. Matthews, how did you die?" I asked the dead guy. He looked really sad. Well, they all do, but he looked weird.

"I don't know fully, but I know I was attacked from behind and knocked out. Then I woke up like this," he said. Okay, not enough information.

"Do you know where you were?" Jesse asked this.

"Yeah, I was in a passageway inside a pyramid exploring," he answered. Well, it makes sense. This is Egypt after all.

Next time we have a honeymoon, remind me to go somewhere quiet, like Aruba, or Hawaii.

"So, what are you, a historian?" I asked.

He nodded. "Well, sort of. I'm also an archaeologist."

"That's cool." I said. Jesse rolled his eyes at me.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Nothing, Susannah," he answered.

"Fine, Mr. Cowboy," I remarked.

He got a little angry there. Not really angry like the first time I said that, but a little peeved.

"Shut up, Susie," he said. Hey...

"That was mean Jesse," I added.

He just smirked at me.

"Um, hello?" Mr. Harrison Matthews said.

Jesse and I turned our attention back to the old dude.

"Huh?" I asked in reference to his interruption.

"Nevermind, continue," he said and dematerialized, leaving Jesse and I alone again. Finally!

Jesse turned back to me and said, "Susannah, you were rather mean to that man."

I just scowled at him. What, no sympathy? "Yeah, you'd be too, if he was ogling you."

He blushed a bit. Um, okay...


"Jesse..." I said mocking his tone.

"Querida, please," he said.

Then he did something very un-Jesse like.

He tackled me and pinned me beneath him on the bed.

I looked into his eyes, completely stunned. He was smiling - no, grinning - at me. Wonder what his deal is.

Then he swooped down and kissed me, hard. Well, this is a-okay with me.

I kissed him back, harder and hungrier. I wanted Jesse so badly.

We stripped off our shirts again, leaving us both very naked on top.

Jesse pushed himself up a bit to get a better look at me. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back toward me.

We kissed and kissed and kissed. Jesse hands were cupping my breasts very gently. It felt so good to be touched there, especially by Jesse.

Then he realized what we were doing.

And him being Jesse, he pulled away very abruptly.

I was a bit shocked. I mean, the man is my husband now. We should be allowed to do this on our honeymoon. I don't see what the problem is. But I guess Jesse knows what this could lead to.

I sighed after he pulled away. I think he heard because he just went "Susannah." That's right, just said my name.

"Jesse," I said, teasingly, back at him.

I could feel him rolling his eyes at me even though his back was turned.

"Susannah, we have two weeks to do this, lets go out and explore," he said.

"Jesse, we have two weeks to explore, lets do this tonight," I shot right back at him.

"I see your point," he said. I pulled him back toward me and before we knew it, the rest of our clothes were in a pile on the floor, collecting dust.

He looked me in the eyes, "Querida, are you sure you want to do this?"

I smiled and said, "I'm positive Jesse," and gave him a very deep kiss to prove my point.

After he made sure we were protected, he asked again, "Susannah, you are absolutely positive?"

"Of course I am! I've been waiting a long time Jesse," I answered.

"Yeah, so have I," I heard him mutter under his breath. I smiled. Yeah, 150 years is a long time to wait to have sex.

And, well, for lack of a better phrase, we had sex. I mean, it was not really all that great. I could tell Jesse was enjoying it, though. And I guess I did enjoy it, but on more of an emotional level. I was making Jesse happy, and that's really all that mattered in the end, right? Making the one I love happy?

After he was finished, he discarded the you-know-what and lay back down on the bed, pulling me into his arms.

"Susannah, are you alright?" he asked, worriedly.

"Mmhmm," I mumbled.

"Querida, you'll feel better soon," he said and kissed my forehead.

"I hope so," I replied.

"I guess we'll have to practice then," he said slyly. Exactly what I was thinking! Except, I hope the second time doesn't hurt as much, "I heard it gets better querida," he said, as if reading my mind.

"Me too." I replied.

Jesse lay back on the bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me. We kissed a little and talked about stuff. Then I had a thought.

"Jesse, do you want to have kids?" I asked.

"Of course I do," he answered, "but I think we should wait until after college, querida."

"I know, but I just was wondering," I said.

"Alright, Susannah."

"Jesse, what would you do if I was to get pregnant now?" I asked.

"Uh, why do you ask that, querida?"

"I just wanted to know."

He hesitated. "I'd be very happy, Susannah, but it would be hard caring for a child right now."

"I know," I answered.

We just lay there in silence, taking in each other's presence. We kissed a little more and then fell asleep, me in Jesse's warm embrace.


Disclaimer: The Mediator series belongs to Meg Cabot, not me. Go bow down to her.