74: Mine

Jesse

     I look over at Marie from where I stand behind Bryce's bar. She stands there talking to Erin. They've been becoming good friends lately, and I'm glad.

      However, Marie starting this friendship with Erin has left less time for me... and I mean just me. Sure, Erin and I get along great, but I want my girlfriend all to myself this evening. I guess that's a little impossible at a party like this.

      I wonder where the birthday girl went? I wonder as more kids come up to me and demand that I make them non-alcoholic drinks. I don't know how I wound up as the bartender, but I don't really mind.

     Once every kid has something, they all run off in different directions, and I stare at my Marie. She looks so damn hot. I love crop tops. She's been sweating. That means her skin will taste salty. I want her.

     I think we've waited long enough. It's been two weeks since that scene in the hot tub. I fucking need her.

      She has to be wearing that getup on purpose to drive me insane. That has to be it. She must remember how the last time she wore that, I couldn't keep my hands off her. Yep. On purpose. 

      Is this party over yet? I think and look around to see that kids have disappeared and people have started pairing off. Hm... not Troy and Lynne though.

      Marie still stands talking to Erin even after Bryce has walked up and started acting like he wants to drag Erin away. He looks over at me with a 'would you please come and get her so that we can get them to stop talking?' look. I smile, happy to oblige.

     It's all I can do not to laugh as I come up with an idea. Bryce wants them to stop talking, huh?

     I walk up and rudely insert myself between the two women to plant one on Marie while she's still in the middle of her sentence. She makes an annoyed noise and lightly hits my arms, and I chuckle into her mouth.

     "That's our cue to get going," I hear Bryce say behind me.

     "Jesse, that was rude," Erin says in a mockingly-scolding voice. I merely wave her off while my tongue re-explores my girlfriend's mouth. You never know; something could've changed. Then I hear Erin ask Bryce about wondering where Adele went. They go off to try and find her.

     "My place," I beg Marie. "Please." I kiss her once. "You can't wear that and not expect me to want to drag you off somewhere." Off near the beach, I hear what sounds like Belinda and Julian arguing.
     "What, this?" she asks playfully and gestures to her attire. "It's hot today."
     "You know what that getup does to me," I say in a low, seductive voice down to her.
     "I'm surprised you lasted this long," she purrs as a single finger traces my jaw.
     I work hard to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. Lasted this long? Hell, Marie. It's been hell on earth. There are so many things I want to do to you, and I torture myself by wanting to do all of them at once. Yes, the other stuff we've done has helped, but I WANT you. Even the simple... Her finger starts tracing my lower lip.
      "Where did you go?" she asks quietly, talking about my extended silence.
      "Planet Insanity." I groan quietly.
      "What's it like there?" she asks with a small smile.
      "I could show you," I tell her before kissing her hungrily.
      "Everyone else has already left," she says when I move to her neck, talking about how all the other guests have left the party.
      "Then we'll leave too and go to my place."

Marie

      Jesse drags me from Bryce's backyard to his front door at a quick pace while I giggle at him.

    Once inside the house, I find his expression is very intense before he crushes me to him in a demanding kiss.
      He wants me. Now. I shake with the knowledge that it's going to happen.
      "Why are you trembling?" he asks me after he pulls back and runs his fingers up and down my throat.
      I feel utterly ridiculous feeling apprehensive about making love, and I don't know how to tell him. I close my eyes to hide from his probing gaze.

      "Marie, look at me," he requests, and I shake my head no. His hands clench into fists behind my back, and I feel him grow tense for a moment. Curious, I open my eyes to look at him and see that crazy/hungry look in his eyes. He attacks my mouth with his, and his hands work at undoing my top at a shocking speed. I breathe in a surprised gasp when I feel his hand on my bare breast, and my gasp turns into a moan when he starts dragging his thumb around on my nipple.
       Sounding more in control of himself, he says calmly, "I don't want you trembling. Not tonight. You're staying tonight, right?"
       I nod. I've stayed with Jesse most nights. It's convenient since Erin is right next door anyway, and one of us usually visits with the other one after Jesse goes to work.
       "I want you tonight," Jesse says, and that makes me shake for a second again. My shirt falls to the floor.
       "You're nervous," he states when I don't respond to his statement. After a short pause, he says, "I don't blame you."
       Oh, please not the 'it's all my fault' thing again! "I can't help it," I say then gasp in surprise when he suddenly picks me up and carries me towards the stairs. "What are you doing?"
       "We're going to get rid of this nervousness right now," he states adamantly, and an electric jolt quickly saps all my energy away. I thought I had a little more time. It's only late afternoon.
       "Jesse...." I say worriedly as he deposits me on his bed.
       "Shh," he quickly retorts before he kisses me. While he continues to kiss me, his large hands roam around, applying a small amount of friction and warming my skin. Then he moves off me when his hand gets to the button of my shorts, and he leaves my mouth to move down and remove them.
       I feel very exposed as his eyes devour me, and I cover that area between my legs with my hands.
       "Marie, you're beautiful. Please don't cover yourself up," he says lovingly and sweetly kisses my knee. "After all the time I've spent there, there's no longer any point to being shy."
      He makes a good point. Still, I say, "But you're just staring at me. You make me nervous."
      "Move your hands," he says quietly.
      "What?"
      "You heard me. Stop hiding and move your hands away," he watches me and quickly kisses my knee. There's something in his tone that scares me -- wait, no. 'Scares' isn't the right word. Some kind of jittery feeling. I don't know what it is.
       "But... I thought that..." I want to die of embarrassment. "...you'd do it."
       His face is still way too damn serious as he admits, "Normally, I would, but I want you to do it." 

      Then he pushes himself down between my knees and hovers over me to say, "Remove your hands."
     I want to put my legs together if Jesse's going to make me move my hands, but his body between them prevents me from doing it. So, I work on pulling one leg up to put it on the same side as the other one.
     "What are you doing?" Jesse asks with a mildly-humorous twinkle in his eyes. He then realizes what I'm doing as he asks, "Are you trying to put your legs together?"
      "Yes, so I can move my hands."
      "Your hands moving require your legs to be together?"
      "Oui," I answer, and he laughs a little and grabs my knee.
      He pushes the knee back to where it was as he says, "No, keep your legs like this and move your hands out of the way."
      "Jesse..." I whine.
      "I want you to do it, Marie. I don't like that you're hiding from me. I want you to get over whatever it is that you're feeling and move your hands."
      "Why?" I ask, still whining.
      "Do you want my honest thoughts on this, or would you like for me to sugar-coat it for you?" he asks in a seductive voice before lightly kissing the inside of my thigh.
       "I'm curious about the honest," I say truthfully but worried about what he might say.
       A hard look shows up in his eyes as he looks up at me and answers huskily, "Because it's mine, and I don't like you keeping it from me. Move your hands."
       What the fuck?! Mine? I think and also randomly ponder how my boyfriend has had a bad influence on my vocabulary.
       "Okay, now tell me the sugar version," I request, and he laughs a little.
       "I don't like you keeping it from me," he says with a smile. "Move them out of the way, Marie, because I want to eat you."
        Why haven't I fainted yet? I think with a shaky breath as my hands stubbornly stay where they are.
        "Why do I have to do it?" I ask in a squeaky voice.
        He stares hard at my hands as he responds, "Because if you do it yourself then that means you're giving it to me instead of me taking it. And I want it."

     He lightly kisses my hand before lifting back up to say in a commanding voice, "Move your hands." His hard stare continues while I feel like my hands are glued to their spot.
        "I..." Shit, why is this so hard?!
        "I'm waiting, Marie," he says with mild impatience.
        A whine slips out of me as I move my hands a little.
        "That's better," Jesse says gently. "Now, more."
        Slowly, I uncover myself to him, and I feel more exposed to him than I've ever felt. I want to cry.
        "Oh, Marie," Jesse groans. "Good girl."
        He's done this to me many times already, but this time takes on a different significance because I'm giving myself to him. I now understand what he meant.

        I feel him groan on me as his lips and tongue work me like a skilled musician playing his preferred instrument. Embarrassingly soon, I come into his face, and Jesse lets out this deep, guttural moan. He then leaves me before I expect it, and I feel incredibly wet.
        "I'm going to make love to you," he states, his voice piercing through my fogged brain while he quickly removes his clothes.
        I hear him tear open a condom package, at least I think that's what that sound is.
        "Jesse..." I whisper in apprehension as I feel him just outside me.
        "Very slowly, Marie, and tell me if I'm hurting you too much."
        "Okay," I whisper because I don't have the heart to tell him no.
        He carefully pushes himself into me, and the feeling I get is not pain. I feel... stretched... full. Very full. I gasp as I have this bizarre notion that he's going to come out my ears because he goes in so far.
        "I thought you said I wasn't hurting you!" he quickly accuses me. He'd been asking me repeatedly if he was, and I told him no each time.
       "That wasn't a bad gasp," I breathe, trying to reassure him while at the same time deal with this feeling like Jesse has taken over my entire body.
       "Oh," he says simply, and I peek up at him and see a small smile on his face. "So you're okay?" he asks with a slight smirk.
        "No," I answer because I got used to answering his 'am I hurting you' questions. "Yes," I quickly correct myself. I can't think straight because the way he's pressing against me drives me insane.
        "So does it feel good?" he asks, and I don't have to look at him to know he's grinning down at me.
      He moves a little, and a high-pitched noise escapes me. Holy shit! If the smallest movement feels like THAT...
      "I'll take that as a yes," Jesse answers himself. "Marie, look at me."
      I do the best I can to keep my eyes open and look at him, but he moves in tiny amounts every few seconds.
      "Promise me now that if I start to hurt you, you'll tell me. I mean it. Any kind of hurt. Understand?"
       A small peep slips out as I frantically nod my head yes. He stops the rapid movement of my head when he leans down to ardently kiss me. Then he groans, shudders a little, and starts moving inside me.

      We moan simultaneously when he releases my mouth. I don't know how he's doing it, but it feels like he's moving farther inside me and never pulling out. But logic tells me that that's impossible. Then I feel the tiny pull back that he does, and I want to move with him.
       "Oh, yes, baby," Jesse groans, and his hands move up to hold my head while his lips kiss me in various places on my face. His hips never stop. I feel his arms wrap around my middle, and I blissfully thread my fingers into his hair. The way his arms hold me closer to him makes his thrusts feel more intense yet not painful as our bodies rock together. I can't help but wonder if he's being gentle on purpose for my sake, and I love him for it. I still want more though.
       "More, Jesse!" I hear myself crying aloud.
       "Fuck," Jesse groans.

       He lifts up off me and moves his hips with more force in an elliptical motion against mine, and it feels incredible. Pleasure spreads over my body all the way to my fingertips and toes and lingers a while before a new wave comes out to take its place. I hear myself cry out several times, and I'm dimly aware of Jesse watching me as he moves. I have no idea what my expression could be, but I guess that he likes it judging from the blissful look on his face as he looks down at me. This is so much more powerful than anything he's done with his tongue or hand inside me.
       The intensity starts pooling up inside of me until I can't take it anymore. Jesse starts moaning before he suddenly yells, "Yes! Give it to me! Marie!"
     Hearing him yell my name pushes me over the edge, and I cry out and writhe with the insane power of my orgasm, desperately looking for something to hold onto as an anchor to the world. I find Jesse's hair.
      "Shit!" Jesse screams before he thrusts hard into me hard several times. He yells a wordless sound as he continues to come inside me. Then he grabs my jaw to jerk my face to his as he violently kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. We both shake from the power of the moment.
     He finally got what he wanted: me.
     What if now that he's gotten it he deserts me? I doubt I could survive it.
     I start crying. No, I couldn't survive it.
   "Marie?" Jesse asks. Our bodies are still joined, and he looks down at me with a glassed-over, concerned look.
     "Don't ever hurt me," I sob, feeling more fragile than I've ever felt in my entire life.

     "Oh, baby, no, never. I've waited my whole life for someone like you. I could never hurt you. I'm your Jesse, and I'll never want to let you go, hurt you, or anything like that, okay?" he croons to me, petting my face and hair after gently pulling out of me and pulling me up to him as he lies on his side.
      "Okay." I whisper, shaking a little and clinging to ...my... Jesse. He's so warm, and he feels so good pressed against me like this, so perfect. Nothing in life is perfect, and I'm terrified of my life falling apart again.
      Jesse continues to lightly kiss me at random places on my face until I finally stop shaking. Then he tells me he'll be right back as he gets up and quickly makes a trip to the restroom.
      Why did I do that? I ruined everything. I ruined something fantastic by crying.
      "I'm sorry I ruined the moment by crying," I say with a sniff when he comes back and gets in bed behind me.
      "Ruin the moment?" he asks and kisses the back of my neck. "Hell no. You merely gave me an excuse to say all that."

Jesse

     That was incredible. She was so fucking tight that I couldn't stand it! It might be a few times before I can last through her coming around me.
      Then... what she said at the end. Shit, has this woman really been hurt by every single person in her life? I want to beat the crap out of that Armand already. How many others am I going to want to do that to?
      Hurt her? Well, I guess I don't blame her for worrying. No, I'll never hurt her. I'll never want anyone else but my Marie.
       She's gone to sleep already, I think happily while the last lights of the ended day fade out on my walls. I hold my precious Marie close to me, and I know I'll never want to let go.


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I almost took out the 'mine' stuff, but then Jesse started getting mad. When I left it in, he told me I was a 'good girl' just like he did Marie.
(I'm only almost as crazy as that sounds hehe.)

Next up: Adele

73: Be Serious

Troy

     My workday ends, and I decide to drive over to Lynne's place unannounced. This worries me a small amount because I realize there's a possibility that she already has someone over.

     Lynne and I are dating and have been for a while ever since that day she kissed me in her bathroom. I finally got the guts to ask her out that night when she came over to use my stove. But we're not exclusive, and that was just fine with me in the beginning. Now, it drives me crazy. I'm sick of it. Every time I've mentioned wanting to take things to the next step, she very successfully distracted me from talking about it. Every time.

     There's no other car in her driveway. I hope that she's home. It's hard to tell since she parks in her garage.

    "Troy!" she smiles as she greets me, but she looks like she also might not want me here. I should've called.

     I take a step towards her and hold her to me. "Did I come at a bad time?" I ask, watching her closely.

     "No, no. It's fine. Come in," she says quickly, and we go stand in her great room for a few seconds before she wordlessly walks into the living area to close up a book and put it away. I quietly follow her.

     She stops and stares at the spine of the book she put on the shelf, and I startle her when I wrap my arms around her from behind.

     She pushes my hands off her and takes a step away from me, and I get worried. Sometimes, I feel like I'll never be able to really understand her, and lately, she's acted distracted all the time.
     "Lynne, talk to me. What's wrong?"

     She spins around and asks innocently, "Why do you say something's wrong?"

     I give her a knowing look. "Because I know you. I think." I look at her for a few seconds, trying yet again to figure out what's bothering her. "Are you going to tell me?"

     "I don't know what you mean," she answers and suddenly stands on her toes to kiss me.

    Every time. Every. Time. This woman always tries to distract me with her luscious body when I want to discuss something. She's too good at it, and she knows it works.

     She groans when her hands play with the muscles under my shirt. I'd better stop her quick before I fall into her trap again.

     "No," I say and gently push her away from me a small amount. I don't completely let go, however.

     "This isn't what you came over here for?" she asks playfully while running a single nail over my chest.

     The many faces of Lynne: It looks like I have playful Lynne at the moment.

     "Sort of," I answer and hold the hand with the distracting fingernail.

     "What else did you come over for?" she purrs as her free hand journeys south to too-lightly rub the growing bulge in my jeans.

      I work at keeping my mind on the task at hand when I ask the question that really brought me over here, "Why won't you be exclusive with me?" I hope a more direct question gets me the answer I want.

     She stops toying with me and drops her hand before she says, "So that's it. That's what's on your mind that made you come over." Angry Lynne boils to the surface, and to be honest, she scares the shit out of me. I don't want that.

     I put on an apologetic expression when I say, "I care about you, baby, and I can't stand the thought that you still might want to mess around with other guys."

     Her expression burns me as she asks, "You'd rather own me instead? Is that it?"

    "Not like that! I just can't do it anymore is all. I don't want to own you; I just don't want you dating and sleeping with other men! Is that too much to ask? I can't live like this. I've tried, and I just can't."
     Maybe that was too much, but knowing that on those nights when I have to work late that she's out clubbing -- it drives me crazy.

     "I'm sorry, Troy," she says calmly, and I relax a tiny bit. "That's perfectly reasonable, and I didn't mean what I said. I don't know what's wrong with me other than stress over doing something rash and having to deal with it."

     "What happened that has you stressed?" I ask, and my mind reels with all the possibilities. Is she pregnant? What if it isn't mine?

     "I did... something too cruel, and I want to undo part of it. But I can't figure out how."

     "Could I help?" She's not pregnant. Phew.

     "I wish you could, but no. I did it, and I have to be the one to undo it."

     What does that mean? Wait a minute...
     Again, she distracted me.

     "So that's why you won't be exclusive?" I ask once more, stubbornly wanting to stick to my original question.

     "No, Troy. It's not that. I'm just not... good enough for you," she tells me sadly.

     "That's a load of crap," I snap. "Tell me the real reason."

     "No! I'm not a good person."

     "Yeah," I say sarcastically. "And I'm so good that you don't want anything serious. Sure, sure, I get it. You think you're not good enough for me." I'm more upset than I thought I'd be. That's not the answer I expected. This is not how I wanted this to go. "By the way, I disagree." I let out a huff. Not good enough for me? Really? I think, not believing that's what she's really thinking. Why can't she just tell me the real reason, whatever it is?
     I watch her try to come up with something else to say, and a lump of lead forms in the pit of my stomach. I don't want to listen to another excuse, another lie. Either she wants me or she doesn't.
     "You know what? I... I give up." I guess I'll NEVER understand her.

      "You what?" she asks, her eyes widening before I let her go, turn, and walk towards the door.

     Then I think of a way I can answer her. "I give up. When you're ready to be serious and not coming up with lame excuses, you let me know. In the meantime, I'm out." She doesn't move to stop me from leaving.

     I could've had a more productive evening visiting my mother, I think angrily. My mom lives in an assisted living facility ever since her stroke about four years ago. I hate thinking that visiting her ranks lower than spending time with Lynne, but I can't help it. I'm all Mom has, and now I wonder if I've wasted my time.

     I shake my head and rub the back of my neck before I get into my truck. As I drive down the road, my phone rings in my pocket. Pulling it out, I check it quickly and see it's Lynne.

     "Hi," I say and wonder why I even answered my phone.

     "Please come back," she requests quietly.

     I adjust myself in my seat before I answer her, getting more comfortable.

     "No. Not tonight. I've decided to go visit my mom," I answer her in a flat voice.

     "I want to apologize.”

     I scowl as I listen to her and think, An apology isn't what I want to hear. Not really.

     "I'll come by tomorrow," I say.

     "Tomorrow is Adele's birthday party."

     "Then I'll see you there. Okay?"

     "Okay," she says, sounding hurt, and it tears at my heart. I wish she'd tell me what's bothering her.

     "Baby, do you at least understand what I'm trying to say?" I ask as I switch my phone to the other ear.

     "Yes. I'll see you tomorrow," she answers. She sounds a little melancholy, and I almost turn around to drive back to her place. However, I don't.


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So, Troy and Lynne have been dating. (sorry it's taken me so long to get back to them!) Lynne has been out mildly flirting with a few tourists... nothing serious, but Troy worries that she's slept around. He hasn't been dating anyone else; he hasn't wanted to. As most of you could probably guess by now, she's feeling remorse for what she did to Sean. It's been eating at her and making her feel like a terrible person, and it's carried over into her relationship with Troy. He has no idea, obviously, what she's feeling. (He doesn't even know she's a witch.) She sees him as a saint for caring for his mother the way he does, almost always putting everyone else before himself, and she sees herself as a monster not worthy of him.

Next up: Jesse and Marie :)