Title: Honeymoon Suite
Pairing: Rachel/Jesse
Time line: Future Fic
Rating: M (It will get heavy)
Acknowledgments: First to MissElliexXxXx who allowed me to use one of her one shorts ( Shuffle Story #6) as inspiration to this chapter. That short story really worked on my mind and made it come up with a continuation. Then to Tania for being my first source of feedback and the one who helped organize ideas to write, as well as giving me inspiration, and last but not least to Junior for being my support system when I lack perspective.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Flashbacks of what lead the characters to this night will be featured in the upcoming chapters.

I will do anything you want, but hold me forever. Be a nightmare in my sleep, scare me forever. Like a bullet in my soul, kill me forever. All the lies I have sold to you are sour thorns in my mouth.

Warmth. It was all she could feel at the moment. Warmth and a numbing ache all over her body. Even with her eyes closed she was aware of the brightness of the place, large windows welcomed the early morning's sun. But that was not the only natural warmth she experienced. As the fog of sleep slowly came down she realized her small body was currently wrapped around another body. A very masculine body. Her lips curled into a lazy smile, still not fully grasping the situation in that state of mind between sleep and awake. She shifted slowly, never opening her eyes in the process, and delighted herself with the delicious friction her skin created with the other one. A pair of arms enveloped, brought her impossibly closer, and his voice murmured something strangely similar to her name close to her ear.

She opened her eyes for the first time that morning, and a rush of brightness and headache assaulted her. A free hand came up to rub her eyes and help them adjust to the light that invaded the room. The sight before her was surprising. There were empty bottles nearby, that did much to clarify the throbbing ache in her head, and clothes were scattered all over the floor.

The other body shifted beneath her own. Her eyes traveled up from the well built chest, where her head had been previously lying upon, until they landed into a mess of brown curls. Wide eyes stared at him, and heart started to beat uncontrollably in her chest.

His eyes opened fully and locked with hers. For a long while she stared into the blue eyes that haunted her dreams for so many years. His blue eyes.

Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out in the shocked haze. He had yet to say anything, for he stared at her in the same confused manner, albeit less surprised than she was.
The breath she had been holding was then released into the form of a sharp whispering of his name.


"Rachel?" He murmured in a hoarse voice filled with sleep. His eyes blinked as if trying to understand if the sight before him was just another cruel dream or actual reality.

In a rush she pushed her hands against his chest and pulled out from his inviting warmth. With her motion, he fell against the pillows once more and she shied away from him, to the other side of the bed. Her hands clutched the sheet around her, in a modest attempt to keep some sort of dignity, even after realizing that they had been both naked underneath it just a few seconds ago.

He rubbed his face with a hand that undoubtedly ended up crossing his curls. It was a movement she was used to, it was as natural to him as his singing voice. Apparently it was a vice he hadn't lost over the years. That single careless action did nothing but infuriate her furthermore. It was only then that she noticed that she had pushed most part of the sheet with her and he was now fully exposed. A deep blush crept up her face in contrast to the whiteness around her.

With careful movements he rose from the bed and looked around the luxurious suite. The sight of his naked body caused heat to pool lower down in her body. He shouldn't have had that effect on her, as if she was still an inexperienced teenager, fascinated by the handsome boy with the golden voice. She was not. Not anymore. But her body didn't seem to accompany her thoughts, because as he moved along the room, presumably trying to find his clothes, his well defined muscles accompanied every movement with a sensual fluidity that had her lick her lips with a new wave of desire.

"I can see that we drank last night." He said matter-of-factly, reaching out for his boxers that lay close to her very expensive dress.

"You think?" She asked with sarcasm and ended up wincing at the volume of her own voice. He chuckled and looked at her from across the room, already dressed enough for her to maintain her eyes only locked into his.

He stared at her in a calm manner, as if the predicament in which they had found each other in that morning didn't concert him in the least. It made her linger somewhere between anger and bewilderment. But something else swam in his eyes, an emotion she wasn't completely unaware when it came to him, at least all some years ago, but that she craved frequently in her daily life. It was adoration. He was currently looking at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, messed hair and all. The intensity in his eyes, and the soft smile upon his lips was enough to make her avert her eyes and stare at the suddenly interesting folds of the sheet.

"What do you think happened?" He asked.

"I don't know." She answered softly, not allowing her eyes to reach for him. "I can't remember."

But it wasn't exactly the entire truth. In her mind, even in between the piercing headache, she remembered nearly everything with crystal clearness. Those memories scared her; they were too fragile to be spoken aloud. The real question was: Did he remember anything?

Either way, she chose to lie, chose to burry those lustful images deep in her mind, along with all the words of worship he spoke to her in the darkness of night. They barely knew each other anymore, if she had ever known his real self at all. All the heartache she had experienced with him was still an open wound she carried around in her heart. A single night of passion wouldn't be enough to mend it.

With a sigh she reached for his button up shirt and put it on, an action that didn't go unnoticed by neither of them as particularly intimate. She found her lace panties close by and dressed them on her way to the bathroom.

It didn't take long until an earsplitting scream echoed in the four walls of the suite, and she came running out of the bathroom with a panicked expression all over her face.

"What? What's wrong?" He had reached for her, and suddenly his hands were closed in her shoulders, attempting to calm her down.

She didn't say anything at first, only looked at him with frenzy in her eyes. Then, she raised her left hand directly in front of his face.

"This was not on my finger last night." She said in the calmest voice she could muster. Sure enough, a small star shaped diamond shone in the morning light from a white gold band in her finger.

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