MASH

Chapter 9: Two Months

~~~ Flashback ~~~ 

~~~ Jessica ~~~

We tore each other apart, panting heavily after the intense make-out. I stared at his swollen lips, which was so kissable, before my glaze dropped to his hand. Or more specifically, his ring finger. True enough, a silver ring was there, shinning in the light as if mocking me. I looked up to Benedict's face sorrowfully before whispering, "You really are engaged, Benedict."

"Yes, I am, Jessica." Benedict replied back, his voice just as depressed. I could tell that he wanted me just as I wanted him. And I want him so badly that I could barely stand. I wanted him and I will have him.

"I don't care, Benedict!" I grabbed his shirt with my fists, holding on for dear life. I yelled loudly, "I don't care if you're engaged or married! Or if you have ten children!" My voice dropped, becoming low, "I... I just want you, Benedict." Tears dropped as I poured out my desperation. I want to feel that passion again. That warm feeling in my heart. I want it all and that's only possible with Benedict.

"I'm sorry, Jessica but..." Benedict started to apologize but I shook my head fiercely as I snarled in fury, "I don't want your apologies! I want your love, your body. I want you." As if to prove my point, I trailed my fingers around his chest as I proclaimed, "I don't care if you're married in a few weeks or whatever." My fingers reached his shirt collar and doved deep inside it, exploring the hidden contents within it. My eyes glared straight into his as I declared, "I want you, Benedict."

I crash my lips onto his, preventing any rejection words which I doubt it would come. Just like I expected, Benedict kissed me back with as much fierceness. My tongue doved into his hot cavern of his mouth, dead on searching for my pleasure.

I moaned as his hands roamed my back, going under the thin clothing of my dress, just as my own hands explored his chest. I felt his heart beat and I smirked triumphantly. His heart beat was increasing with every beat, proving that he wanted me a lot.

I have captured his heart and I am so not giving it up.

~~~ Benedict's POV ~~~

"Benedict, are you going out?" A feminine voice called out behind me, surprising me, and I turned around. Delia stood there, only clad in her bath robe and towel, her hair still dripping wet. I swiftly walked over to her, "Yeah, I'm meeting some friends for supper." I smoothly lied, pecking her on the cheek.

"Oh, supper? But you just had dinner." Delia protested softly, touching my cheek gently. I pushed her hand away roughly and answered, "Don't be such a prude, Delia. It's just supper." This was one of the reasons on why I decided to carry on with Jessica. Delia was a perfectionist, always having the same lunch, going to bed at the same time. A single mistake would drive her mad with frustration and many a day would I have to massage her shoulders to prevent any knotting of nerves. There wasn't anything interesting about her at all, nothing surprising.

Unlike Jessica. Everything about her was new and interesting, enough to hold my attention for long periods of time. I remembered the smooth arch of her back, her high cheekbones, her slim figure... Whoa... Benedict. Enough, Delia's here, remember? My mind hastily reminded me as I glanced at Delia who was looking at me with a concerned look. "Are you okay, Benedict?" Delia asked, her voice tinged with worry as well as concern.

"I'm fine, Delia. Quit worrying!" I harshly snapped and Delia was taken aback. Instantly, guilt flooded my being. "Sorry but my friends are waiting for me." I hastily excused myself, my long legs carrying me to the front door as Delia quickly trail behind me. Her legs were shorter and she was definitely not in a condition to be out, Delia hung around the front door, shuffling her feet awkwardly. "You'll be back soon, right?" She asked, hopefully, touching my hand before twinning hers with mine.

"Yeah. See you later, Delia." I quickly gave her a brief kiss before shrugging my hand out of her hold. I walked off without a second look.

~~~ Jessica's POV ~~~

I sat alone at the bar, twirling the paper umbrella moodily. I thought back at what Kristle had told me about happy endings and such earlier in the day. I admit that I had already dismissed it as a fake, an illusion of happiness. But now, after Kristle's heartfelt words, I suddenly believed in it. Okay, so Joel and I didn't work out in the end of his selfish reasons but surely, I had a chance with Benedict, don't I?

I recalled the thin band around Benedict's ring finger. I remembered the cold, harsh truth of it which meant that Benedict didn't belong to me and never will. It was a promise of love and trust between him and Delia but he didn't kept to his promise, did he? But still, even if he still loved me with all his heart, this few weeks before the wedding, he would still return to Delia, wouldn't he?

Argh. I'm so confused. So many questions to ask. I knocked my forehead, as if it could clear my head. That didn't work so I took a sip of my drink, just as Benedict's tall, dark figure appeared in front of me. I smiled happily, placing down my drink and getting off my seat. "Benedict." I hugged him tightly before kissing him on the lips while tipping-toe. Benedict kissed me back and after a few minutes of pure pleasure, the two of us broke apart.

Benedict grinned sheepishly at me before sitting down beside me. He ordered a drink and faced me. Suddenly, the air became tense and serious. My hand gripped my drink tightly as I looked up, into Benedict's dark eyes.

"When are you getting married?" I quietly asked, eyes still staring into his. I only knew that it was a few weeks but not the exact date. But, now I need to know.

Benedict was silent until, "It's two months from now." Gosh. So fast... I thought sadly before a idea suddenly struck me. Would it work? Would it? I wondered mentally as my hand tightened around the glass. They were replaced by a strong pair of hands; Benedict's. I gasped at the sudden contract, looking up. "I want you, Jessica." He softly declared to me and tears appeared at my eyes.

"I want you, too, Benedict. But... the wedding..." I looked away, hoping that he'll take the bait. Benedict brought my fingers to his lips and kissed each of them, a soft tinkling of what could be mine. "There's still two months, Jessica. And I want to spent all of it with you." Benedict proclaimed and my heart leaped for joy but there's something missing...

"Then, when it's over? When it's the wedding day?" I pressed on, hopefully. Would he take it? Benedict turned his smouldering dark eyes on me and answered solemnly, "We'll cross that bridge when it comes, Jessica."

Argh. Not exactly my plan but still... "Alright, Benedict. We'll see by then." I replied, just as solemnly before smiling slyly as I kissed Benedicts hands. "We'll see - " I sat on Benedict's lap and purred, " - but until then," I brought my lips to his and breathed heavily, "You're mine."

And by the end of those months, you'll truly be mine.

~~~ Author's Note ~~~

Hello, guys! Sorry for this short chapter but I'm really busy nowadays. Anyway, I hope that you'll vomment = vote + comment! ^^