Coast to Coast

Confessions

* Dave's POV

As soon as she hung up with Harry, who's timing couldn't be any worse, I could feel the words bubbling up inside of me that needed to be said out loud. But the strange thing is, I didn't know what I was going to say to her. Jemma's big green eyes were staring at me, waiting for me to say something, anything at this point.

"So..? You have anything to say?" She said to me, with hopeful eyes. I didn't want to disappoint her with anything I said, but I didn't wanna sound like a tool or stupid because of what I said.. I cleared my throat, thinking of how to word everything, I was actually nervous, but why?

"Uhm, Jem, I have feelings for you, ever since I saw you in New York, and when I saw you at the club looking as amazing as you did that night, you've been in my head." I said honestly, I got up off the couch and looked down at her. "But when I saw Harry kiss you that night.. I couldn't handle it. And I-I couldn't be mad at him, or you, because you weren't mine to get pissed over. You're 'free game' as guys call it, and it was hard for me to get my head around that." I said to her, hoping it wasn't the worst thing she wanted to hear. She looked down at the ground for a few seconds, with her tougne going over the top of her teeth, before looking back up at me. "I understand I'm not yours to get jealous or whatever with, and I'm glad you realize that. But, showing your emotions a little bit better. I only flirted with Harry that night because you didn't seem to want me there, and now that I know he cares about me now.. And how it's all messed up." She said frustrated putting her face into her face.

I didn't mean to make her upset, I have never wanted to. So I sat back on the couch and held her shoulders around my arms and just sat there with her, doing whatever she needed me to do for her. She finally sat back up so I could see her face. She looked back up at me. "I do have feelings for you too. You're actually the reason I couldnt' sleep before. I've just never had a guy care for me that much like this before. I've dated guys who've treated me like shit over and over again. And.. you've just done the exact opposite for me." She said to me, laying her head on my lap, I was putting my hands through her hair, just listening.

"I honestly wouldn't wanna be anywhere else. You make my whole day better without even trying, and even though you don't think you look good, you do. I just.." I stopped talking before I said something I would regret. She turned around and looked up at me. "You just what?" She asked me seriously. "I just.."I stuttered again, afraid of my words. Jemma sat up, getting closer to my face with hers. "What." She whispered to me. With that, I kissed her. That's what I couldn't say. I just had all these feelings that I was for sure now that I had. Our kiss was deep until I pulled away, "I don't want anyone else to have you." I breathed as we made eye contact. Her eyes were beautiful. She nodded as she kissed me again. I picked her up by her ass and layed her down on the couch while I kissed her and went down to her neck. Soft moans came from her as I did this. I put my hands under her shirt, forgetting she had her whole entire stomach all the way up to her chest wrapped up.

Jem tensed up as I touched her and she got goosebumps from my touch. "I'm sorry, my bodies a bit broken right now.." She trailed off not looking at me. I put my thumb under her chin to make her look at me. "Look, you're just as beautiful wrapped up even if you weren't. Hell, you could be wrapped up like a mummy and I would still think you're beautiful, Jemma." I said looking down at her. Yeah, I was on top of her, but I made sure that I wasn't putting any pressure on anything. "It's just gotta take some getting used to, it'll be okay. Promise." I said to her. She gave me a faint smile and kissed me lightly again.

I got off of her so she could sit up. "Do you wanna see my tattoo? I don't know how it looks down there yet with all the broken things. I'm heading to the shower anyway, they said it was okay to take it off for that." She stated to me. I was stunned by her statement. I thought that would be the last thing she wanted. "You sure? I don't want to do anything you don't want." I said honestly to her. She smiled at me and told me to come with her to the bathroom so she could see it for the first time,

* Jemma's POV

All of this was happening so fast. I just had an amazing guy who wasn't bad looking at all tell me that he did have feelings for me and didn't want anyone else to have me. Annnnnd on top of it all, we just had a hot make out sesh. I should be on cloud 9! But I wasn't.. I was nervous for him to see me like this. I knew I wasn't fat or anything. I just knew I wasn't the picture perfect body right now.. No girl thought that of themselves. But it's just the fact that when I look at him, I see no flaws physically. Me, on the other hand, I was slowly putting the pieces of myself back together.

Getting into the bathroom, I kissed him again. I put his hands on the corners of my t-shirt so he could lift it over my head. He did and kissed over my shoulders and moved to my collar bone. I pulled away, kissing his noes, we both laughed. "You sure you're okay with this?" He asked me. I nodded at him, but honestly i felt overexposed. I was in shorts, a sports bra, and my mummy wrappings. But slowly, he pulled the tape off of the white material covering me. Then, there was nothing left to undo.

It looked like someone took a baseball to me and just didn't quit until they got tired. You could literally see almost all of my ribs individually. My tattoo went from black and white to white black and purple with some yellow now. At least it was healing. Dave was right behind me, with his head right through the small of my neck. I slowly moved my hand to my upper right rib and touched it. It hurt to even touch it, but Dave made sure he was extra careful when he ran this finger tips following my tattoo. I flinched at first but then it actually tickled. I smiled at him and leaned back against him for support. I suddenly became weak with his touch. "See, not that bad. It's sexy." He said nuzzling his chin and head into my neck.

I laughed at his comment as he kissed my cheek. I liked this feeling, of being needed and actually wanted as much as I wanted him. "Sexy? I don't think that's the proper word Dave." I giggled back at him. I've never been called sexy before in my life. "The tattoo is sexy, and over time, you'll see that the rest of you is too, like I think you are." He said, slowly wrapping his arms around me. I turned around to face him for another hug. I nuzzled into his chest as he held me, taking his scent in. "Thank you, but I really need a shower. I physically can't stand how gross I feel." I said as I pushed him out of the bathroom. He laughed at my rushing him out. "Okay, well I'll be out here waiting, probably asleep. But i'll be out here." He kissed my forehead where my stitches are and shut the door.

I saw him collapse on the couch with a happy sigh, and I smiled to myself how cute he was. I ran across the hallway to grab some towels and shut the bathroom door behind me. I can't believe what just happened. Were we boyfriend and girlfriend now? We're kissing like we are, I just needed official saying, 'Jemma, will you be my girlfriend?' I know it's childish, but it's what I needed. It sounds stupid since I haven't known this kid a week, but there's definitely something strong between us, and I really wanna find out.

Awww! Yay! Thanks for the reads guys! It means a lot. I need more inspiration for this book I think, but we'll see where it goes! -Jas