Greetings faithful readers, thank you for following along with my story and I hope you all enjoy this as much, if not more so than The New Girl. Sorry it took so long to update, but I've got college apps due and research papers that I'm putting off, but I will write on and update as soon as I possibly can.

Now, here's just a little background for the story so you're not confused or anything:

This takes place a few weeks after the end of The New Girl

Yes, Paul has come to rain on the JesseSuze parade

And of course, there is going to be plenty of fluff

Read and review my loves! –Lauren

-Chapter 1-

"Querida, I'm home," I yelled into the apartment as I threw my keys into the dish on the small table by our front door.

"Living room" she called back.

I made my way to the living room and saw Susannah in what looked like a very uncomfortable position. She was on her yoga mat, the top of her feet and her hands only holding her up in upward facing dog. Then she tucked her toes under and went up into downward facing dog.

Personally I don't like yoga, and the few times Susannah got me to agree to go to class with her I hated it. The only reason I even semi like it is because Susannah does poses like this one, where she sticks her butt up, which grants me a very nice chance to stare. But while I was enjoying the view, she changed positions and went into a forward bend. In my book, this pose is even better; actually it may just be my favorite. And then it ended because Susannah stood up and stretched her arms a little.

She turned to face me and smiled brightly, "Hi."

I looked her up and down and involuntarily licked my lips. She was glistening slightly and I could see her smooth skin gleaming. She had on some black stretchy yoga pants and a light blue sports bra, with her hair tied back in a ponytail.

Susannah just got side bangs about two weeks ago and I have to admit, they are nice and look really good on her, but they're getting annoying because they're always in her face. Although the good thing about that is that I normally get to brush them back and out of her face, which normally earns me a kiss.

"Querida" I said before leaning over and giving her a kiss. I went to pull her in my arms but she stood still. I stopped kissing her and gave her a questioning glance.

"I need a savasana, give me five minutes to cool down. You wanna join me? I'll even let you use half my mat" she proposed with a smile.

Savasana was my favorite part of the yoga classes Susannah had dragged me to. Basically you lie down and relax, focusing on your breathing and letting go of all the tension in your body.

"Okay, but you're gonna have to help me get my recommended daily exercise later" I hinted with a smile.

She shook her head but flashed me a smile, "I suppose I could that" she sighed, and then laid down on her mat, scooting over to make room for me. I toed off my shoes and socks before lying down beside Susannah and closing my eyes, focusing on my breathing. But with Susannah this close to me, and us being all alone in the apartment, I wanted to do a little more than just lay on the floor with Susannah.

We've only been living together a little more than three weeks and things have been great, but everyone has been showing up to visit us. My mother is always trying to invite herself over for dinner, while Susannah's step brothers just randomly show up.

But tonight I knew for a fact that no one was going to be coming over. My entire family is visiting my uncle's ranch, which is a few hours away, while Susannah's parents are in San Francisco taking a weekend trip together, and all of Susannah's step brothers are either at parties, sleeping over at a friend's house, or working late. Tonight, it's just us, all night.

Carefully I grabbed Susannah's hand in mine and rubbed her knuckles with my thumb.

"I can't relax with you touching me," Susannah said with the hint of a smile in her voice.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Susannah staring at me with an amused expression.

"But I like touching you" I smiled turning on my side and leaning up on my elbow. I brought Susannah and I's entwined hands up to my lips and pressed a kiss into her palm.

"I like touching you too, but I'm trying to relax here" she countered.

"Then let me help you relax" I sighed leaning down and trailing kisses down her neck to the neckline of her sports bra. I kissed her lightly there, teasing her exposed cleavage, which earned me a little moan followed by laughter.

"You, Mr. de Silva, are impossible" she laughed.

"Why thank you Ms. Simon, I pride myself on that" I replied before going back to kissing around the neckline, pushing it down a little to have better access. While my other hand traveled down her chest to her stomach and then lower still, until she let out a small gasp.

Susannah suddenly sat up, making my head collide with her chest, which wasn't a problem, just a bit awkward.

"Querida?" I questioned looking up at her, my head still pressed into her bosom.

"Bedroom" she breathed with a grin.

"As you wish" I grinned back, picking Susannah up and rushing us back to our bedroom.

We'd decided, after much consideration, that we would just share my bedroom and turn Diego's old room into an office area where we could each set up our computers and put all our school stuff in.

Our parents had actually suggested the idea, so it's not like everyone didn't already think we were sleeping together, and that wasn't an issue between us, besides there's just something about waking up next to Susannah that I don't think I could not share a bed with her.

So far everything has worked out fine, and sure school doesn't start for about another month, but I think we should have enough space for both of us to work and study in the office.

We fell back onto the bed together and I resumed kissing Susannah's exposed cleavage. Susannah slid her hands beneath my t-shirt and roamed my back, tugging the t-shirt up until she pulled it over my head. I figured it was time to even things out so I set to work on removing her sports bra.

You'd think some guy would have invented a more easily removable sports bra, but no, I was stuck with the daunting task of peeling this off Susannah without doing something stupid like getting it stuck or hurting her.

Slowly I inched it up, revealing more and more of her beautiful breasts. I had it almost half way up her breasts, almost to her nipples when Susannah noticed my struggle and helped me out, pulling it off of her completely.

"Thank you" I sighed, "I do not like sports bras."

She laughed, "Sorry, next time I'll be sure to wear the one with the zipper in front."

"You have one with a zipper?!" I asked, stopping my kissing and lifting my head up to her level. "Why don't you ever wear that one?"

"Because the zipper opens really easily and I don't like to flash people while I'm trying to exercise or dance" she explained, "but I'll be sure to wear it when I'm home from now on." She gave me a kiss and all my thoughts of sports bras disappeared, all I wanted to do was get the rest of Susannah's clothes off.

"So, where were we?" I asked before ducking my head back down and trailing kisses down her chest and stomach, tugging her yoga pants down as I went.

"Right about there" Susannah moaned.

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The buzzer rang as Susannah and I were resting, laying spoon fashion. I groaned as I heard the incessant buzz.

"I'll go see who it is" Susannah sighed getting up. I tried to pull her back to bed but she slipped through my grasp.

"Maybe they'll go away" I offered.

"I'll be right back, if it's someone either one of us is related to they're not getting in" she told me grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it on. I smirked at her as she started towards the doorway; "you should wear that more often."

"Oh, what do you know? We've got a funnyman" she joked before exiting the bedroom.

I lay back on the bed and stretched out, waiting for Susannah to return. I don't know about her, but I'm ready for another round.

"Jesse" Susannah said as she rushed into the bedroom, her tone somewhat apologetic. Crap, she's letting whomever that was up.

"Who is it?" I grumbled sitting up.

"Paul; he said he tried calling but that I didn't answer my cell or here, so he decided to come over."

I groaned and flopped back onto the mattress. I felt movement and then Susannah straddled my waist. Not a smart thing to do if she wanted to let Paul in sometime tonight. "I don't know what he wants, but I'll try and get rid of him" she reassured me, "tonight is our night and I'm not done with you yet."

I smiled up at her and she leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss before getting up and pulling on her clothes.

Paul Slater has an inept way of ruining perfect moments, such as this one, and ever since he became Susannah's dance partner, and-I hate to even think this, but her friend, he's been hanging around her all the time. The only good thing about this is that Ben has finally stopped trailing after Susannah like a little puppy. Oh don't worry, he's still following her during classes and always trying to get her to hang out with him, but he's toned it down a bit.

And Paul isn't all that bad, I mean I don't know him that well, but he's very polite and respectful, which is a nice change from the constant sexual undertones in everything from Ben's mouth.

I just wish Paul would cool it about all this dance stuff, I mean he's really serious about winning, and very demanding of his partner-Susannah. My poor querida has been forced to start actually working out, like weight training and running, which has been really hard on her. She's more of a yoga doing, dancing, stretching, spinning kind of girl; she just wasn't meant for Paul's workout plan.

I heard the front door open and then close, and Susannah talking to Paul.

"Suze, I've been calling you for the past half hour, where have you been?" he demanded.

"Sorry, I was doing yoga and then Jesse came home, and I swear I didn't even hear the phone" Susannah explained.

"Josh called me about forty five minutes ago, he said the studio's available for us to use right now. I figured we could practice for an hour and then work some more with the weights," he said.

"Paul, we've been practicing everyday this week. We practiced earlier for two hours! Right now I just want to relax and spend some time with Jesse. Tomorrow we'll practice, and just to make this up to you, I'll give you a whole hour of weight training and running afterward, okay?" Susannah offered.

"Fine, but only if you let me take you to lunch afterward, today you bowed out, but I won't agree unless you eat with me. Deal?" he replied.

"Fine, deal, as long we don't go to Peninsula Pizza or the Sea Mist Café" she countered.

"Why can't we go to those places?" Paul questioned.

"My stepbrother works at Peninsula Pizza and he might attack us if he sees you with me, and we can't go to the Sea Mist Café, because that's me and Jesse's special place" she answered. I smiled to myself, feeling quite proud of my querida.

"I get the deal with the Sea Mist, and I understand why your stepbrother might attack me at the pizza place, but why you?" he asked.

"Because Jake and Jesse are…I don't know, not friends exactly, but they understand each other. I think Jesse gets Jake's whole, 'you hurt my stepsister, and I'll hurt you' thing and he'd kill me if he even thought I was cheating on Jesse."

Paul laughed, "Alright then, I guess I'll let you get back to your boyfriend. Where is Jesse anyway?"

"Oh…um, he had to run to the store real fast, but he should be back any minute now" Susannah fibbed.

Paul chuckled, "wonder what on earth he could need to buy while you two have the place all to yourselves." Was it just me, or did he just insinuate something there?

But little does he know that Susannah and I don't have to worry about doing condom runs anymore, now that Susannah switched to this new birth control patch thing. She said the condoms were just a precaution in case she forgot to take her pill everyday, but the patch is a once a week change, so she doesn't forget.

I could tell Susannah was blushing and then I heard her smack him lightly.

"Night Suze" he said with the hint of a smile in his voice.

I heard a kiss and sat up, my heart pausing. Did Susannah just kiss Paul?! What is she doing kissing Paul?! He just insinuated something, and now she's kissing him!

"Goodnight Paul" Susannah replied before I heard the front door open and close, followed by the lock and chain.

Susannah pranced back into the bedroom and smiled seductively at me while she peeled off her clothes. "One more interruption and we're moving to Mongolia" she joked.

"Did you just kiss Paul?" I asked, sounding very jealous, I realized.

Susannah sent me a puzzled look before replying, "Yeah, it was just a kiss on the cheek, Jesse."

"Well, why are you kissing Paul at all?" I questioned.

Susannah laughed and sat down beside me on the bed. "Jesse, Paul is my friend, and he's kind of like a big brother. He actually reminds me a lot of Jake. It's not like I like-like him" she responded, "You're the only person I like-like. Well, besides Johnny Depp and Patrick Dempsy."

I rolled my eyes, a habit I've picked up from Susannah, and pulled her towards me. "I know I get kind of jealous, I just don't like you kissing other guys. Ones you aren't related to," I clarified, after she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Jesse, relax, you're the only guy I wanna be kissing" she cooed kissing me to prove her point. I smiled against her lips and rolled us over so I was on top. "Now I've got you right where I want you" I smiled down at her.

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I peeked open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light, before I noticed Susannah curled up next to me. I looked over at her and smiled. She looks so peaceful, angelic even.

I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand and saw how late it was. We shouldn't have stayed up so late, although, if it were up to me we'd spend a lot of our nights exactly like last night.

I brushed some hair out of Susannah's face and thought of the perfect way to wake her up. Slowly I disentangled myself from Susannah, careful not to wake her, and then ducked my head under the covers, scooting down to the bottom of the mattress.

A few seconds after my tongue first made contact Susannah woke up, a moan escaping her lips. I love her moans, and her screams. Oh and those cute little noises she makes when I kiss her in just the right spot.

"Jesse" she shouted, her hips bucking slightly. I continued my work, listening for moans and any other sounds that might indicate I was doing something right. I know certain things from previous experience, but some things I try and I have to listen for a response from Susannah.

She let out a high pitched squeak and moaned my name again before flopping against the mattress and trying to catch her breath. I crawled up, kissing my way up her body until I was right over her, over bodies flush.

"Morning querida" I grinned, giving her a peck on the lips.

"Hi" she managed to sigh, a huge smile on her face.

I kissed along her jaw, then got to her neck and was nipping this one spot she really likes when she laughed. I lifted my head to meet her gaze and saw her face, practically giddy.

"You know, a girl could get used to waking up like this" she breathed, still smiling happily.

I smiled back at her, "well, maybe you should get used to being woken up like this. You have to admit, it's much better than an alarm."

She laughed, "It sure is." She placed her palm against my cheek and I nuzzled my face against her hand before pressing a kiss in her palm.

"I love you" she sighed, all happily.

I smiled at her and pecked her lips. "I love you too querida."

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"Jesse, we have to get out of bed eventually" Susannah giggled.

"I know, I just don't want to" I whined, hugging her closer to me. She laughed and turned over to face me. I pushed back the hair from Susannah's face, and gave her a light kiss. She smiled and curled up closer to me, pulling me into her arms. I held her securely in my arms, feeling so loved and whole in her arms.

"Querida, you remembered to tell Paul about Marisol's quince next weekend, right?" I asked her.

Marisol is my younger cousin who is practically Marta's best friend, and has met Susannah a couple times through Marta. All three of them actually talk and get together every once in a while, so Marisol invited Susannah to her quincenera. She even asked us if we could be in her court, but because Marisol and her family live in Fresno, we couldn't make the trip twice a week to her practices.

"Uhh…no, well, not yet at least" she explained.

"Susannah" I scolded a little half heartedly, it's hard to be mad at her when she's running her fingers over my stomach and chest.

"I know, I know. I'll tell him today. Scout's honor" she laughed holding up her hand to prove it. I smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her when I heard something in the next room.

"Tell me baby what's your story
Where do you come from
And where you wanna go this time
You're so lovely are you lonely
Giving up on the innocence you left behind" rang out from Susannah's cell phone.

I raised an eyebrow in question and she gave an annoyed sigh before getting up and retrieving her phone from the living room.

Who would she have that ringtone set up for? Maybe one her friends from dance class. Yeah, those girls in her ballroom class all like that song, that must be it, I reasoned. Sounds logical to me. Yeah, and if you believe that, there's flying pigs doing cartwheels and singing the Hungarian national anthem in Swahili, came the sarcastic side of my brain.

After a few minutes of arguing with myself, Susannah tore through the room, mumbling something about shower, before heading off into the bathroom.

I followed after her, feeling extremely confused. "Querida, what's the rush? Who was it that called?" I asked.

"I'm so, so, so late for practice and Paul is majorly pissed off" she explained before jumping in the shower.

Ugh, Paul ruins yet another perfect moment. He'll have to suffer later; I was thoroughly enjoying today. "Why don't you skip practice today and tell Paul you're not feeling well or something?" I hinted.

Susannah poked her head out from behind the shower curtain and gave me an apologetic look. "Jesse, this competition is only a few weeks away and it's a really big deal that we're even going. We have to work hard to come out on top."

"I get that, I just don't see why you have to practice everyday. I mean Paul's getting just a tad bit scary with all this practice makes perfect stuff, not to mention the exercise plan he's got you on" I pointed out.

Susannah ducked her head back in the shower and replied, "I know, and I've been meaning to talk to him about that its just that during practice, he's really focused and it rubs off on me, and then I forget to talk to him about stuff other than dancing."

"Well if you don't say something to him I will" I stated, "I hardly get to see you anymore and you've lost weight that you did not need to lose. It's not healthy for you to lose that much weight this fast."

"Jesse," Susannah sighed, "so I lost a few pounds, its not like I'm withering away to just skin and bones. It's fine, besides my dress for the competition fits better now and looks better on me. All this is just for the big competition, and I already told Paul that this is the last big competition I intend on entering. After this I'm sticking to the small circuit and hip-hop stuff, I've been neglecting Josh and all my buddies from hip-hop."

"Susannah, I'm not saying I want you to stop competing, I just don't like how Paul is handling things with this upcoming competition," I said leaning against the doorframe.

"Jesse, I'm not doing anymore big events because I'm over all this prepping for months and months to do what? Perform two dances? No, no more."

"If it's what you really want querida, you know I'll support you in whatever you choose, I just don't want you to feel that I'm pressuring you not to compete anymore" I told her as she shut the shower water off. She pulled open the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself.

Susannah walked over to me and kissed me lightly, "I know, and I already decided not to compete anymore, it was my decision. I love you Jesse." She gave me another kiss before rushing into our closet, drying off, and then getting dressed.

I figured I might as well get dressed too seeing as how I couldn't exactly just walk around naked, so I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, then put on a pair of sneakers. Susannah ran back into our bathroom and quickly blow-dried her hair, then slipped on some shoes and reached for her dance bag.

I snatched it up before she could and swung it over my shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you. I wanna see these dances and your dress."

Susannah smiled at me and grabbed my hand, leading us out the door and then tugging me along after her down to the parking lot.

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"Suze, you are in so much trouble" Josh mumbled to Susannah as we made our way down the hall to the dance studio. We'd just walked in the front door and Josh was right there waiting to warn her. "Whoa, what's this look you got going on? Did you two just-Are you finally…well, not finally, but it's about damn time" he pieced together.

"What're you talking about?" Susannah asked, an adorable blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Paul has been in a mood from hell since he found out you forgot about practice and tried to ditch him for lover boy here" Josh answered nodding his head in my direction. "So I'm right, right? You two are finally doing the nasty? Going to Pleasure Town together? You know, fornicating" he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Josh!" Susannah squeaked, "stop. Is Paul really that pissed off? Is it that obvious about what we've been doing?"

"Yeah, to both your questions" he nodded, "you guys look all relaxed, and… satisfied. And it's not helping that you two have silly little grins plastered on your faces."

"Crap" Susannah muttered under her breath.

"Thanks for the heads up" I told Josh, pushing Susannah towards the dance studio. "Come on querida, Paul will get over it" I reassured her.

She looked at me as if I'd sprouted another head before mumbling "Psshh, obviously you don't know Paul very well."

We took literally two steps into the dance studio before Paul came rushing over. "Suze what are you thinking?! We've only got three more weeks to practice and you're off doing God knows what during our allotted practice time."

He noticed me for the first time, and then quickly changed his tone. "Suze, I…I'm sorry. It's just this competition means a lot, and I thought you'd want to place in your last competition."

"It's okay Paul, I deserved some of that. I'm sorry, I just lost track of time and then we had to rush to get here, and-"

"Suze" he said interrupting her babbling, "It's fine. Let's just make do with what time we have left and then we can work with the weights." He turned to me and nodded his head in greeting, "Hey Jesse."

"Paul" I replied curtly. Susannah gave me a 'be nice' look and then took her dance bag from my shoulder and changed her shoes.

"Paul, you want to do a full costume run through, or what?" she questioned.

Paul turned to face me and his eyes searched mine for a moment and then he gazed at Susannah.

It's true, we are both wearing big goofy grins, but it's like we can help it. It's his own fault really, he just had to have practice everyday and interrupt our alone time. Paul's fists clenched at his sides and he took a deep calming breath before turning his attention back to Susannah. What was that about?

"Let's practice it once or twice and then we can do a dress rehearsal" he answered, going over to the stereo cabinet and pressing a button that started their salsa song. I quickly grabbed a chair from the back room and took a seat off the back of the room, where I could watch without getting in the way.

I watched feeling slightly jealous as Paul moved with Susannah, running his hands all over her and spinning her closely into his body. I had to remind myself a couple times that this was all for a big competition. It's all rehearsed dancing, it's all for show I told myself.

"Paul, watch it" Susannah said sharply, moving his hand from her backside up to her waist. He smirked over at me briefly before returning to his normal demure. My jaw clenched and my fingers curled into fists. What the hell is his problem?

I have to talk to Adam about this Paul guy, I don't like his behavior or his attitude, and I can't decide whether or not I can tolerate him being around Susannah so much. I never thought I'd say this but I almost wish Ben was back to being the only guy I had to worry over; because Ben was never really that much of a threat. Sure I knew he liked Susannah, but I also knew he'd never make a move on her while she was still with me, and that was a comforting thought. This Paul guy I'm not so sure about. I mean what was that ass grab about? And if that's what he does in front of me I don't even want to think about what he could be doing while he's alone with my girlfriend.

Lucky for Paul, the rest of their dance went alright and he kept his hands on the appropriate places on Susannah. After they did a couple practices, Susannah suggested they do a dress rehearsal.

Susannah went to change in the bathroom, and grabbed me to go with her, to "help her get the ties done". Paul frowned at that, but really, what could he say?

When we got into the bathroom we checked to make sure no one was in any of the stalls before we proceeded to make out for a good five minutes. After that we had to break things up, lest we do something else in the definitely not sound proof bathroom; and Susannah is not quiet.

"What's Paul's problem?" I asked hotly after we pulled apart.

"What do you mean?" Susannah questioned.

"He grabbed your butt in there like it was just an everyday thing; is it?"

"Jesse" Susannah groaned, "I honestly don't know what the hell that was. He's never done that before, well…Okay, once but I yelled at him and that was weeks ago. Today was really weird, I mean the fact that you were right there really upset me" she replied.

"Oh, so it would have been fine if I hadn't been there?" I demanded.

"Jesse, that's not what I meant" she sighed, "I'm just used to things like that happening. I've been dancing with guys since I was little, and I know that there are some real jerks out there that pull stuff like this every chance they get. I just didn't think Paul was like that, and I'm sorry that you had to see that. Especially since I know how protective and jealous you tend to get."

"Querida, how could you possibly be used to guys treating you like that? You don't deserve anything like that to ever happen to you, especially from arrogant pricks like Paul" I pointed out.

"It's just one of those things that happens; I've sort of become immune to it" she shrugged.

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight. "Susannah I don't want you to ever have to deal with something like that again. You have to stand up to guys like that. I don't want to have to kill every guy who has ever manhandled you" I replied with a smile at the end.

Susannah smiled against me chest and gave me a squeeze. "I don't know how I got so lucky as to have you in my life, but I'm glad you are, because you give me strength I never knew I had in me. I love you so much" she said before letting out a near silent sob.

Susannah never cries. In all the time I've known her Susannah has cried once and that was because of allergies.

Gently I smoothed back her hair and calmed her down until quickly she pulled away and wiped her eyes. "Sorry, something in my eye" she rushed out. I smiled at her and caressed her cheek softly, "Querida, you don't have to be embarrassed or make excuses to me, I understand. And I love you too."

She smiled at me and gave me a lingering peck before quickly undressing and slipping on a barely there sparkly dress. It was a halter top that attached to the tiny skirt with two glittery ribbons edging down the sides of the top and wrapped around her waist to secure the top to the skirt. Her stomach was exposed and her cleavage was pushed up almost to the point of popping out of the top. The skirt, if you could even call it that, was so short it barely covered Susannah's butt and had little shreds of glittery fabric hanging off of it.

"I thought you said you needed help with the ties?" I asked Susannah, watching her with wide eyes, "I think there wasn't enough fabric to put ties on."

Susannah walked over to me and turned around, before lifting her hair off her shoulders and showing me the back of the dress. There on the back of the halter top were four tiny ties that closed the top with more of the glittery fabric shreds. It was like a corset top and I shook my head a little before carefully tying the top up.

"Thank you" Susannah chimed turning around and giving me a brief peck on the lips. I looked her up and down and had to calm myself down.

"Querida, I don't know about this dress. I mean, it's lovely, but you're showing a lot of skin" I said.

"Jesse" Susannah said with a smile, "this is how all the girls that compete, dress for the salsa and tango dances. Plus, this was the dress that covered up the most."

"There are dresses that cover less than this one?!" I asked, completely shocked. It just doesn't seem physically possible to cover any less skin and still be considered semi-descent.

"Yeah, you should have seen some the dresses Paul was pulling out for me to try on, it was ridiculous. I mean I felt like a street walker in some of them, and there were a few that I deemed only to be seen on me by you, which Paul wasn't happy about, but it was like seriously lingerie."

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around Susannah, holding her tightly. "So where did you go dress shopping?"

Susannah playfully pushed my shoulder, "Very funny."

I smiled down at her and nuzzled my face in her hair. "Come on, let's get you back to the dance studio before Paul has a conniption fit" I joked.

Susannah laughed and stuffed her clothes in her dance bag before following me out and back to the dance studio. "Are you gonna stay and watch for the rest of practice?" she asked nudging me with her hip.

"I wish I could querida, but we are in dire need of groceries and I promised my mom I'd water her plants while she's away. Oh and Marta said to feed her fish, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't have any fish" I answered her, stringing my arm around her waist.

Susannah giggled, "Actually Marta does have fish. We picked out goldfish at the pet store last week. She's got four in all; Tyson, Gerard, Brandon, and Justin. All named after lead singers we happen to love and think are definite hotties" Susannah clarified.

I shook my head, only Marta and Susannah.

"She keeps the fish food next to the bowl so she won't forget to feed them" Susannah advised.

I nodded and hugged her close to me. "Don't forget to tell Paul about Marisol's quince" I reminded her.

"Oh yeah, huh, I'll tell him right now" Susannah said walking into the studio. "Hey Paul, before I forget, I'm not gonna be in town for a few days next week, so practice is a no can do Friday, Saturday, and Sunday" Susannah informed him sounding very matter of fact-ly.

"You're going to be gone three days?!" he questioned hotly, "Suze that's a lot of practice to make up."

"You have her practicing everyday for two or more hours, I think she'll be fine missing three days" I huffed, grabbing Susannah's hand in mine. She gave me a smile and squeezed my hand, "Paul, he's got a point. Besides we can practice when I get back."

"And where exactly are you going to be for three whole days?" Paul interrogated.

"I'm going with Jesse and his family to his cousin, Marisol's quincenera" she explained.

"And since when does a quincenera last three days?" Paul asked.

"Well, it doesn't but I'm going with Jesse's family and they're all leaving Friday morning" Susannah answered.

"Fine" Paul muttered, "fine."

"Okay" Susannah replied, "I'm gonna go walk Jesse to his car, and I'll be right back."

"Yeah, whatever" Paul mumbled, going into the back room.

I gave Susannah a questioning glance and she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what is up with him lately, but he's been having some serious mood swings."

We started out towards the front door of the dance studio and I squeezed Susannah's hand. "Maybe he's PMS-ing" I suggested.

Susannah laughed, "You know what, maybe."

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I set down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, careful not to let anything fall, as my cell phone began ringing.

"Hello" I answered.

"Dude, are you at home?" Adam asked.

"Yeah I just got back from the store, why? What's up?" I replied grabbing stuff out of bags and putting them away.

"Nothing man, I'm just bored and decided to invite myself over. You and Suze got plans or can we chill?" he questioned.

"No, actually Susannah's at dance practice, she shouldn't be out for another two hours or so, but come on over" I told him.

"Sweet, I'll be there in like five minutes" he said before disconnecting.

I put my phone back in my pocket and finished putting everything away before hunting for something easy to eat. I decided on some pizza bites and stuck some in the oven.

I heard the buzzer go off just after I'd shut the oven door and I went to see if it was Adam already.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Hey man, let me up" Adam responded. I buzzed him in and unlocked the door for him before going back to check on the pizza bites.

"You shouldn't leave your door unlocked like that, any weirdo could just come walking in" Adam advised me, walking into the kitchen.

"I unlocked it for you; it's normally locked to keep out any family members."

Adam laughed, "Your mom still showing up whenever she feels like it?"

"She's gotten a little better, but yeah she still just shows up" I admitted.

"She ever caught you guys doing something naughty?" he questioned.

I gave him a glare, "Can you please get your mind out of the gutter."

"Jeez, it was just a question. No need to be such a prude about it. And besides if I were banging someone even half as hot as Suze, I'd be shouting it from the rooftops, not being all shy about it" Adam sighed.

"I am not a prude" I replied.

"Sure" Adam said sarcastically, "What'cha cooking?"

"Pizza bites" I answered, "you want?"

"Maybe, unless you got something better in your fridge" he said opening up the fridge and perusing the contents. "What's this?" Adam asked holding a blue tupperware.

"Leftovers from two nights ago; Susannah made teriyaki chicken and white rice."

"Damn, you even got her cooking for you now? You are one lucky bastard, you know that, right?" Adam sighed putting the leftovers on a plate and sticking it in the microwave.

I smiled, "Yeah, I know. What about you? Still no luck with trying to talk to CeeCee?"

"Nope, she won't even answer when I call anymore. And yesterday her parents told me she moved into a dorm at NoCal, but when I asked Suze about it yesterday she wouldn't say anything. I mean, what's up with that?" Adam huffed.

"Honestly I had no idea CeeCee even moved out, Susannah didn't say anything to me about it. I can ask if you want" I offered as the microwave beeped loudly.

Adam took his plate out and grabbed a fork from a drawer.

"Yeah, just don't tell Suze you're asking for me. Hot damn, Suze can actually cook!" he exclaimed after taking a bite.

I chuckled, "I know, who would have thought? But she really can cook; I mean everything I've eaten has been delicious. I think Andy might have shown her the ropes or something."

"I officially hate you; you're living with this totally hot and amazingly cool girl, who cooks for you, and you're getting laid on a regular basis. I tell you there's no justice in the world" he said, shaking his head. "And I bet you that jerk-off Dylan is probably getting some all the time too."

"Adam, you have to talk to CeeCee, without yelling at her. You deserve the chance to tell her how you feel, and she needs to hear you out" I told him, peeking in at my pizza bites. They looked about done so I grabbed an oven mitt and carefully pulled out the tray, setting it down on top of the stove to cool.

"Dude why are you eating pizza bites when you've got Suze's leftovers you could be chowing down on?" Adam questioned looking at me oddly.

"I don't know, I guess I forgot that was in the fridge" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"You spoiled ass, you better be keeping Suze happy otherwise your spoiled ass is gonna be neglected, hungry, and horny" Adam said, pointing his fork at me for emphasis.

"I'm doing my best" I smiled.

"I can see that, you've got that 'I got completely and totally fucked outta my mind' grin" he informed me, polishing off the food on his plate and sticking it in the dishwasher, along with his fork.

I started working on my pizza bites when I remembered I wanted to ask Adam about Paul and what the hell his problem is. But when I looked up to ask Adam I noticed him staring me intently.

"What?" I asked swallowing my food.

"You seem different" Adam observed, "you got it didn't you?" He got an excited look in his eyes, but stared at me expectantly.

"How…there's no way-I mean…is it that obvious? If Susannah even suspects something-Nombre de Dios" I sighed running my hand through my hair.

"You did get it though, right? Your dad finally handed it over?" he questioned.

"Yeah, he gave it to me right before they all left to my uncle's" I told him.

"Well…let me see it!" Adam cried.

"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a bunch. It's in my nightstand, hold on and I'll go get it" I said before stuffing a couple bites in my mouth and going to my bedroom. I opened up my nightstand and felt around the back left corner for the small velvet box. Once I had it I went back out into the kitchen to see Adam looking ecstatic. "Dude, open it up!"

I rolled my eyes but opened the box, revealing a simple white gold band with a medium sized diamond in the middle, and two smaller emerald stones on either side of the diamond. The ring had been my grandmother's engagement ring, and before she died a few years ago she gave it to my dad to give to me when he felt I was ready and with the right woman. My dad had been telling me about the ring since he got it, and right before me and Susannah moved in together he mentioned how I looked at her, and how he and everyone else could see how truly in love I was. Then he started telling me about how he knew he was in love with my mom and all this other stuff I'd rather not ever think about.

"Wow" Adam breathed, "This is scary, but it's like this ring was made for Suze, you know?"

"Yeah" I nodded, "My dad was saying something about that before he gave it to me."

"So, when are you gonna ask Suze?" he questioned.

I closed the box and stuck it in my pocket, "I don't know. I mean we're still so young, and we haven't even been dating for a whole year yet. I just don't think the time is right, you know?"

"Yeah, you got a point. Besides if you guys get engaged now everyone is gonna think you guys got a bun in the oven or something" he said, "And how much would it suck if you couldn't even drink at your own wedding? Well, legally at least."

"Well we wouldn't get married right away, I mean, I think a long engagement would be good. Not, you know years and years, but maybe a year or so."

"You've really thought this through" Adam commented, "I must admit, I was really jealous of you and Suze at first, but seeing you guys together it's like I get a peek at what I want my future to be like. And I'm really happy for you guys, you two are just so perfect for each other it's almost scary."

I smiled at him, happily, "Thanks Adam."

"Don't mention it man" he sighed.

"Hey listen, before I forget, I wanted to ask you for advice about Susannah's dance partner-" I began.

"That Paul freak?" Adam interrupted.

"Yeah, he's been real demanding about their practices lately. I mean he's got Susannah practicing everyday for two or more hours. And that's not all, today he grabbed Susannah's butt right in front of me" I huffed.

"No fucking way!" he said his eyes wide. "I can't believe the nerve of that guy. Did you hit him? Please tell me you hit him. You hit him, right? Right in the face, and messed up his pretty boy face?"

"No, I didn't hit him. I wanted to, but I didn't. I just don't know why he'd do that. I mean up until now I had no problem with him aside from the crazy practice schedule. And now he pulls this? I just don't get it. And I can't just tell Susannah to stop seeing him; he's her dance partner for God's sake."

"That's quite a dilemma you got there. So are you gonna beat the crap outta him and help Suze find another partner, or what?" Adam questioned.

"I can't do that, this big competition is only a few weeks away. But I just hope that after that Paul can get the hell away from Susannah. She said she's gonna go back to focusing on hip-hop. She even said something about doing more ballet," I said.

"Yeah unless he's a clinger" Paul countered.

"What is a clinger?" I asked.

"You know; someone who finds one person and clings on to them no matter what. Ben was somewhat of a clinger; remember him following Suze to all those different classes? Well you just better hope this Paul isn't a clinger because this dude sounds worse than Ben could have ever been. I mean the ass grab was probably just to piss you off, but if it was more than that, like he wanted to see how Suze would react to that while she was in front of you, then you got problems. Cause then he's gonna keep testing to see how much he can get away with, both in front of you, and alone with her" Adam told me.

"Great" I muttered.

Adam placed a comforting hand on my shoulder before saying, "Jesse, I know this seems like a big deal, but don't worry about it. Suze and you, you're perfect together. She loves you and she wouldn't mess up what you guys have by screwing around with anyone else. Even Mr. preppy dancing boy."

I smiled in gratitude and gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder. "Thanks man."

"No problemo dude. Well listen, I'm gonna head out and try to get a hold of CeeCee, I'll call you tomorrow. Say hi to Suze for me, and give her a hug, Adam style" he smirked.

I shook my head but agreed anyway. Adam style just means a hug, but Adam always tries to grab Susannah's behind before she can pull away or punch him. So far he hasn't been successful.

"Later Adam, drive safely" I said waving him out the door. I closed and locked the door behind him, going back to the kitchen and cleaning up.

Next I had to go over to my parents' house and water my mom's plants, plus feed Marta's fish. I grabbed my keys from the entry table and the keys to my parents' house off the hook just above the table. Now off to have fun I told myself sarcastically, locking up behind me.

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I plopped down onto my old bed and kicked off my shoes. I was covered in dirt and sweat, and my hands smelled like fish food flakes. I desperately need a shower, but right now I just felt like resting.

'Watering the plants' hadn't been all my parents had made it out to be. They made it seem as if all I had to do was turn on the sprinklers and spritz the indoor plants, but in reality they left me some heavy manual labor. My mom left out two palm trees for me to "please plant in the front yard by the driveway, mijo", and along with that she also said to turn on the sprinklers. Only problem with that is that the sprinklers were buried under a few layers of dirt from when it had rained, so I had to dig those out and then reset the sprinklers. I was finally finished and my muscles ached, begging me to stop moving.

"I can see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love
(So don't give away) My love
(So don't give away) My love" rang out from my cell phone. I smiled to myself; knowing only one person has that ring tone.

"Hi querida" I answered, still smiling.

"Hi honey" she replied, a smile evident in her voice, "Are you at home?"

"No, I just finished watering my mom's plants, I'm gonna take a quick shower over here and then head home. Are you out of class yet?"

"No, Paul said we could take a long break so I was wondering if you were busy. In the mood for a quickie?" she asked slyly.

I groaned, knowing I was damn well in the mood for a quickie but I didn't think my body would like me very much afterwards. Not to mention that with Susannah and I, there is no such thing as a quickie.

"You know, we never did do it in your parents house" Susannah pointed out, "I always wondered what it would be like."

"I'm going to jump in the shower, and when I get out, I hope you're here already or I'll have to hunt you down" I said.

I could feel Susannah grin over the phone before she said, "I might get there before you're even out of the shower. I'm on my way. Is there that spare key still under the loose brick in the planter wall?"

"Yeah, it's still there" I told her getting up and stripping my dirty clothes off, "But can you do me a favor before you head over here?"

"Sure, anything" she responded.

"Can you go home real fast and get me some clothes to wear? My other stuff is drenched in sweat and covered in dirt" I explained.

"Yeah, you need shoes and everything or just clothes?"

"Shoes and everything please" I clarified.

"Okay, no problem. I'll be there in a few. Love you" she said.

"I love you too querida. Bye" I replied before hanging up and rushing into the bathroom. I turned the water to hot and quickly jumped in, feeling my muscles relax from the heat of the water cascading down my body. I just stood there for about ten minutes before I scrubbed the dirt and sweat off of me, finally feeling clean again.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist. When I stepped out of the shower I noticed the bathroom door was open, not closed like I'd left it. I walked into the doorway and saw Susannah sitting on the edge of my old bed, her legs crossed, making her sparkly dance dress ride up.

"Hi" she said, her voice sounding low and sultry.

I gulped, feeling extremely turned on, "Hi."

My mind was racing, thinking back to the days when I could only dream of Susannah waiting for me on my bed. Right now is basically every fantasy I've had of Susannah all mushed together in one magnificent moment.

Susannah stood up and sauntered over to me, grabbing my hand. She tugged me over to the bed and with one quick motion removed my towel.

I blushed, feeling a little self conscious, despite the fact that Susannah has seen me naked on many occasions. She scanned my body and licked her lips before pushing me back onto the bed. Slowly she turned around in front of me and lifted the hair from her shoulders, exposing the little ties on the back of the dress. I hurriedly untied them and then turned Susannah around by her waist. Carefully she slid the dress off, letting it pool around her feet, and stepping out of it. I could see her cheeks turn an adorable pink color, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me.

Seeing as how I was sitting and Susannah was standing, her chest was right in my face and took the opportunity to kiss her soft skin, eliciting a nice moan.

Susannah moved and straddled my waist, pushing me onto my back, a big smile on her face. "Hello" she giggled.

"Hi querida" I grinned back before capturing her lips in a kiss.

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"That was so not a quickie" Susannah sighed, stretching her arms.

"Are you complaining?" I asked, lightly kissing her neck.

"Nope, not me, never. It's just that Paul is gonna whoop my ass when I eventually get back there" Susannah answered.

I gave her a stern look, "Querida, you didn't tell him to cool it with all the practices did you?" I questioned.

"Well, you sort of did that for me, and that was pretty much it. Besides next weekend we get to hang out, go to Marisol's quince, and relax" she said, slowly placing open mouthed kisses on my neck and shoulders.

I groaned and pulled her closer against me, running my hands all over her, just wanting to feel her smooth, soft skin on mine.

"Jesse, I gotta get back to practice, Paul is already gonna kick me as it is. I wish we did, but we don't have time for more right now" Susannah pointed out.

"Querida, you realize that just right now you fulfilled a huge fantasy for me, right?"

She smiled happily at me, "Glad I could help."

"But now, you want to ruin it by going back to dance practice with Slater? I don't think so, because right now, you're not going anywhere and for all I care Slater can go-"

"Jesse" Susannah scolded me before I could even finish, "you know I need to get back to practice. Let me call Paul before he throws a hissy fit, and ask him for an extended break, okay."

"Or I could have a chat with him and get you out of practice for the rest of the day" I offered with a hopeful smile.

"I'm sure you could, but me and Paul need to practice" she declined, "besides Brad asked if I could go pick up David from his friend's house when he calls."

"Querida, I can go get David for you. You've got enough to do today and I know you're normally drained after a long day of practice. So don't worry about him, I'll take care of it."

"Okay, maybe we have time for a little bit more" she smiled, running her hands down my abdomen. I grinned at her and leaned in to kiss her, "Querida, te amo por siempre."

She looked up at me with bright eyes, passion filled eyes, and whispered back, "I'll always love you too Jesse, always."

We got quiet for a second, smiling at each, before we inched closer and closer, our lips finally making contact. We melded together, and slowly I slid inside Susannah, but stopped when I heard one of the most horrifying sounds anyone could ever hear when you're in the position we were in; my little sisters laughing and my parents yelling.

"Ohmygosh, please tell me that's not your family" Susannah squeaked.

"Now I know why we never did this at my house" I said carefully getting off Susannah and jumping up to collect our discarded clothing. Susannah hopped up too and ran around, pulling on her dress and zipping everything in place. I had just finished putting on the pants Susannah brought for me when she turned to me, a little bit of panic in her eyes.

"Jesse, can you get the ties on here please" Susannah said indicating her dress. I quickly tied them all and she slipped on her shoes, tying the laces around her ankles.

"You are a bad influence on me" Susannah teased before opening my bedroom door and giving me a wave. "I'm just gonna tell your parents I came over to drop some clothes off for you. And now, I'm going back to practice."

"Forgetting something?" I asked playfully pointing to my cheek.

Susannah smirked and ran over, giving my cheek a brief peck. "Later honey, love ya." She tried to run back towards the door but I caught her arm and spun her back to me, capturing her lips with mine and kissing her senseless.

When we finally broke apart she stared into my eyes, a smile on both our faces.

"That's cheating" she laughed, going back to my doorway.

"I never agreed to play by the rules querida" I informed her playfully.

"I will see you at home later" she said over her shoulder before I heard her heels clicking down the stairs.

I went to the doorway and waited for it. 3…2…1.

"Susannah, mija, what are you doing here? And what is…this?" my mother asked loudly. I assumed by '…this', she meant Susannah's attire which was a little shocking, when you didn't hear the explanation behind it.

"Oh, Jesse came over and watered your plants, but he got all dirty and asked if I could bring him a change of clothes" Susannah explained, "and I was in dance practice, hence the dress, but I ran over and got him some clothes then brought them here. But now I have to get back to practice before my partner throws a hissy fit."

"Oh yes, Marta was telling me about this Paul fellow. I'll have to have you tell me all about him later. And why are you so skinny? Did you lose more weight?! Ah, mija, you're skinny enough as it is, you loose any more and we won't be able to see you!"

"It's just from working out so much right now, but after the competition I usually go right back to my normal size" Susannah assured my mother.

"Alright, well have fun at practice mija, and don't stay too late, I might bring over some dinner for you and Jesse." Ugh, not again; my mother has been showing up at our door with food, and while the gesture is sweet, it's getting a bit annoying because she never just drops off the food. Oh no, she has to stay for a while and straighten up the apartment, or point out little things like how we're out of eggs, or don't have pancake syrup.

"You really don't have too. I got out some steaks for me and Jesse already. Thank you anyway though, I'll talk to you later Mamá. Bye" Susannah said before rushing out the front door. I heard her talk to Marta and Mapi real fast before she got in her car and drove off, back to Paul.