Jameson X Avery Stories

After Party

WARNING: NO SMUT, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE THERE IS, JUST SAYING THAT THERE WILL BE NONE

"Well, Mrs. Hawthorne," my husband says. And that makes me giggle. "Looks like we have some guest's to entertain."

Avery's POV:

I sigh dramatically. "Yes dear husband, I think it's time to get in the limo and go to the party,"  I reply. I shivered when I felt his breath warm on my neck.  "Jamie, I can't afford a hickey right now," I warn, and he backs away in defeat, but I know that won't last long. Jameson Hawthorne doesn't do defeat.

"Later," he says in my ear, then slips into the crowd the greet the guests. I try to regain my composure. It's not going to help the press if I look flushed and unraveled. 

***

After about twenty minutes of greeting the guests, which was not that many, since most are going to be at the after-party, I grab Jameson and head to the limo with him.

We were already going to be late for the after party. Jameson grumbles but follows me. Outside of Hawthorne house was press. Too much press. After a while, the press got bored with my life, and people started taking interest in other celebrity drama, but I guess my wedding was news people wanted to hear about. 

"Avery! Over here!

"Avery! How does it feel to marry a Hawthorne man?"

"Avery!! Any news about your father?"

"How's Libby doing with Nash? They are rumored to be having their first child soon, any comments on that?" 

I ignore them, like I normally do, and for once Jameson doesn't cause a commotion. I step in the  limousine, and sit down. Jameson of course chooses the seat next to me. Oren walks around the car and sits in the passenger seat. The window that let us talk to the driver was rolled up, and I knew Jamie would take advantage of that opportunity if the drive was longer.

We started to drive and the paparazzi dove out of the way to avoid the car. I bet that they were going to follow us but it didn't matter, the party was open to paparazzi, against my will. "Blame Alisa if I have no time to talk to you at the party," I say. 

In reply, Jameson pats his lap, and I lay on it without question, careful not to totally ruin my dress. "Don't worry, I will," he replies, stroking my hair. "I know you're up to something, you're never this obedient," I say suspiciously. Jameson laughs, which sends a shiver through my body. "I'm always up to something heiress."

I sigh, not actually frustrated, and he knows that by the small smile on my lips. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before we come to a stop in front of the place where the party is being held (I didn't know where they should go, so you can decide in your mind)

Jameson gets out of the car, holding out his hand for me to take it, the usual smirk on his face. I take his hand, and we walk into the party.

***

My feet are hurting from walking around and dancing. Jameson is no where to be found. The press are having a field day, bothering me and finally getting information. Then a pair of hands cover my eyes and I relax into the person behind me before they even speak. I have always been able to tell if its Jameson, even they time we first kissed.

He bent down to whisper in my ear. "What do you say we go to back to Hawthorne house, heiress?" he says, and I nod. "This is getting boring anyway."

We excuse ourselves, saying we were going to walk around outside, making sure to avoid paparazzi. We get in the limo, and wait for Oren, who was obviously tailing me, or he would give us both a long lecture, and that's not what we want right now.

***

We arrive at Hawthorne House, and my husband leads me into the game room. after a few rounds of scrabble (Jameson=1 Avery=1), Jamie somehow convinces me to play twister with him. 

"Right hand green," the app says. We had to download an app since we were the only ones (excluding Oren) here. I move my hand successfully. "Left leg red," is the next command, directed at Jameson. Jameson struggles to move his leg, and when he finally lifts it up, he falls.

Unfortunately, I am directly under him. Fortunately, he manages to go into a plank position, but that meant that i was pinned underneath him. I assumed he was going to take advantage of this position.  How right I was.

He kisses me till I forget my name, till I can't feel anything but him. Like most of our kisses, it is frantic and hungry, but also full of love. I forget about where we are, that Oren was here, and anything else that's not him.

Eventually he stops, and we go to my bedroom. (GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER. TO SLEEP!) We lay down, and his arms wrap around me and pull my close, and for one of the first times, I felt safe and truly happy.

Y'all better appreciate the longer chapter. I am going to spend the night camp so I wont be updating for 2 weeks, but I WILL make it up when I come back! See ya!

-Stel