Warning: This chapter kind of borderlines on M...I think. Just be wary.
It was no Pebble Beach, that was for sure. But still, the hotel had a certain charm. I have never been to San Francisco before, as crazy as it sounds. I mean, it's a big city and we live reasonably close to it. But ever since I moved to Carmel when I was sixteen I have hardly left it. Well, there was our honeymoon and that vacation we took in Spain after my college graduation...and the week we spent in England after my high school graduation. Alright, so I rarely left Carmel to go anywhere in America.
It was a beautiful sunny day when we checked in at noon, leaving plenty of time to explore. Except, of course, Paul had drawn up a plan so that we could get back to Carmel (and he could no doubt return to Seattle) as soon as possible. So, we would visit the museum later today and return after closing time to observe their external security system. It was a fairly old museum so we shouldn't face many problems. At least no natural ones...supernatural problems were inevitable.
Tomorrow night was the big night. We still weren't sure how we were going to destroy the body without a) incriminating ourselves and b) burning down the whole museum in the process. I suggested burning the whole museum down to start with (hello? slightly hormonal woman here) but Jesse just looked at me as though I had suggested burning down the Reich museum or Le Louvre. Ok, so it wasn't a back alley museum or anything but it wasn't exactly the Museum of Natural History, either! I ran a search on it before we left and it didn't have an official website.
I could feel myself getting wound up about it so I decided to just relax until the time came to move out. I personally wanted to try out the jacuzzi tub in our bathroom.
But...I wasn't in the mood to wash up. I had showered just before we left Carmel two hours ago and my hair goes really dry if I wash it more frequently than once a day for some reason.
It turned out that there was a lot of other stuff in the room to occupy me. Such as the strange rotating blinds. And the weird thermostat thing that whirred when I twisted it.
God, where was Jesse? All he was supposed to do was go out and get me some damn apple juice. I have been craving the stuff like you would not believe. But you know men...they get distracted by the slightest thing. Then again, usually the only thing that ever distracted Jesse was me. Maybe someone got hurt and he stopped to help? After all, he does have a large caring side. Kind and compassionate, that's Jesse in a nutshell.
I chose to turn on the television that stood on a desk facing the bed. I flicked straight to the music channels as usual and eventually found one that wasn't playing either Justin Timberlake or My Chemical Romance. I have nothing against either of them but they are seriously overplayed. The channel I found was in the middle of a 'movie soundtrack day' ("playing all your favourite songs from your favourite movies"). Tina Turner was busy belting out Goldeneye when I dropped the remote onto the bed and walked over to the window.
I had fun opening the blinds and then simply enjoyed the San Franciscan view. I don't really know how to describe it; it was a city, the view was nice. That's it...seriously. I barely registered the click of the hotel room door opening and closing. I didn't even realise that I was no longer alone until I felt arms around me and lips on the back of my neck.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look in that top?" Jesse whispered huskily.
I smiled, observing his reflection in the window as his hand came up to pull my long hair over one shoulder so that he was able to move his head beside mine without a mass of brown waves between us. I shuddered when I felt the contact of his cheek on mine and the warmth that this contact caused to surge through me. It was then that a familiar tune filled my ears; soft guitar chords soon followed by the introduction of a slow bass line and steady drum beat...and the vocals.
"Oh," Jesse laughed, pulling back so that I was able to turn around and face him. "It's our song."
I closed my eyes slowly and laughed, resting my forehead against his. Of course, our wedding song. After much deliberation we had selected Iris by Goo Goo Dolls; a song that perfectly described our relationship up until the night Jesse was given a second chance at life.
I was about to sing along when strong lips captured mine and kissed me softly and sweetly. I guess he did it so that I wouldn't start singing. Not that I was complaining, of course. In fact, one of my hands seemed to take on a mind of its own and reached behind me to close the blinds. Of course, this just encouraged him and one of his hands pressed in the small of my back so that I stumbled into him.
"What took you so long?" I asked, tearing my lips away from his. I both heard and felt him sigh in disappointment but he did not pull away from me.
"Does it matter?" he asked. "I'm here now, am I not?" His voice wavered only a tiny bit but I picked up on it. It was as though he felt guilty about something. I smiled. He never likes disappointing me, even though most of the time I am far from disappointed.
"I guess I can let it slide this time," I whispered as I pulled him towards me for a kiss. He didn't brace himself as we fell against the wall so his body pressed firmly into my own, allowing me to feel everything that lay beneath his interfering clothes. It's strange how his body still drives me wild after six years of marriage. Don't get me wrong, I love him wholly and completely, heart, mind and soul, but his body is just too fine to not worship in every way possible.
And the best way to worship said body? Yeah, that would be to remove all the clothing that hid its perfection from view.
He didn't seem to mind, not if the way his fingers found their way to the button on the front of my jeans said anything. I could feel the warmth of his fingers, even through the thin material of my underwear as they hastily pulled down the zip and tugged the thick material away from my body. It was enough to make me forget all about the apple juice when his fingers brushed against bare skin and woke all the nerves that mattered. The effect seemed more explosive then usual. Maybe it was the fact that it had been too long since his fingers had ventured anywhere near that area (well, alright, a week or two, but that was still too long).
His hands slid slowly down my thighs, pushing my jeans out of the way. I knew that he did this on purpose because every time his large, beautifully calloused hands went anywhere above my knees my legs threatened to buckle. Seriously, it's like they had this magic effect on me. He even had the nerve to laugh lightly and use his other hand to pull the thin strap of my cami off my shoulder. I barely even heard my jeans hit the floor. I attempted to kick them off to the side but in real life having sex and getting undressed for it is nothing like it is in the movies. So, naturally, my ankle became stuck in the damn denim and I had to sort of stand on one leg and wiggle the other one until I was free.
The fingers that had been laced through the belt hoops of my jeans began to work their way back up my thighs, pressing into the skin ever so gently when they met the curve of my backside.
"Ah," I moaned as the fingers began to trace my spine upwards. "How do you know my body better than I do?"
"Perhaps because a person has most knowledge about something that they love," he panted. His lips were playing havoc on my senses as they peppered the side of my neck with sweet kisses. "And I love driving you crazy."
I gasped again, my back arching when I felt his warms fingers undo the clasp on my bra. Up until that moment I had actually forgotten that I was wearing one.
I could barely register my cami disappearing, or the bra that dropped to the floor when I was swept up into his arms. I couldn't even control myself when I pulled his T-shirt over his head and ran my fingers across the muscles that had previously been unfairly hidden.
"I love you," he whispered, moving into me so that I could feel his now-bare legs against my own. "Never forget that."
And I wouldn't. I knew that much because as soon as his lips covered mine all thoughts were chased from my mind and all that remained was the knowledge of his love and of the way they he loved making me happy.
I was burning up, both inside and out. Even the sheets of the bed beneath me no longer felt cool. My body was aching for other reasons, too, and this only made the pleasure even more painful.
My eyes drifted shut, the light becoming too much to bear with the assault on my other four senses. His lips were everywhere...how was that even possible? His kisses lingered for so long that I couldn't quite place where his lips were at that exact moment. All I could feel were tiny fires blazing on my skin and the thin layer of fabric that seemed to be glued to my skin with sweat. I wanted to remove it but suddenly my fingers were buried in a mass of black hair, my lips under a heavenly assault. Then...Jesse accomplished the simple task that I seemed unable to carry out.
His hand glided up my thigh, his long fingers hooking the top of my underwear and pulling them down. They twisted, damp from a ridiculous amount of sweat. When his hand moved back up to my waist it remained there, fingers pressing into my spine, as he continued to kiss me slowly and sweetly.
Needless to say, things didn't stop there...
"Do you think Paul will be mad that we didn't meet him?" I asked. I had to try hard to conceal a smile because honestly, I couldn't care less what Paul thought about us not turning up. Let's just say that Jesse and I found better things to do. Much better things.
"Honestly? I don't really care," Jesse laughed, voicing, as he so often did, exactly what I was thinking. "But if he asks, I will just blame you."
"Blame me? How is it my fault?" I asked, scandalised. He seduced me!
"Well...the kiss on the plane," he reminded me. "Technically that was when your seduction started. Then you changed clothes...you really do look irresistable in that top."
I laughed out loud, leaning down to kiss him on the nose.
"Pur-lease." I began to play along. "You weren't exactly trying to stop me."
"I never said I wanted to stop you."
Suddenly, with a rustle of the duvet and a well-aimed lunge, I found myself on my back with him beside me but hovering directly above me. I playfully thumped him on the shoulder before wrapping my arms around his torso; a move he obviously wasn't expecting.
"No more," I laughed, even though my body language was screaming something completely different. "Please, or else I won't be able to walk until the baby is born."
"Don't push your luck, querida, you wore me out hours ago," he chuckled. I could feel his lips against my temple and his laugh reverberated through his chest in a frighteningly pleasant way.
"Why can't this be it?" I asked. The heat that had built up between us was slowly fading and I was forced to move further into him to enjoy it for even a nanosecond longer. "Why can't we just relax like this without having to worry about some black goo or psychopathic shaman who wants to go all Sylar on my ass?"
He breathed in and out deeply but did not reply. I know that I should wish to be normal but deep down I don't. Because if I was normal I never would have met Jesse. I never would have grown up with my father by my side and I would not be the woman I am today. It is the little things that make us who we are. The small gestures that Jesse makes, like pulling the blanket up to my chin when I shiver in my sleep and letting me shower first are what makes him who he is; the perfect husband, the love of my life, my soul mate and the best friend I could ever hope to have. And who would I be without my sarcasm, my wit (haha) and inability to believe in verbal negotiation? Without my strange gift? I would be just another girl walking down the street.
"You know what? Forget I said that."
And I melted into his arms, knowing that I could not sleep comfortably in that position for long and not really caring, either. I could feel his hand shake uneasily as it ran up and down my arm. He held me as though he would never hold me again.
"Querida, I don't want to lose you..."
AN - Apologies for the delay. What can I say? Writer's block coupled with a lot of schoolwork. I have more work coming up and exams that need to be revised for so I can't say when the next update will be. This chapter may seem a bit pointless but whatever...when did fluff need a point? lol.
Thank you to those of you who reviewed, hello to those of you who just read, and thank you again to those of you who asked me to update (because I never knew that people like this story that much, lol).
Apologies for spelling mistakes...no doubt I have missed some again.
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