She's My Girlfriend!

Chapter 76: Love.. Love..

---Jemma's POV----

We pulled up into the parking lot, neither one of us speaking. I was barely breathing, my heart had dropped to my stomach and was beating faster than it had in my entire life.

I jumped almost a mile when Jedean touched my hand gently, breaking my concentration on the windshield where my eyes had been glued for the whole twenty minute drive from the Reception to the Holiday Inn.

I looked at her, my cheeks were flaming and I was sure she saw it even in the dark. Gently she lifted her fingers to my jaw line, a knowing smirk smile on her godly face.

Jedean squeezed my hand unassumingly and slid out of her dodge. I watched as she came around to my door and opened it, holding her hand out to me like a regular Jedean.

I smirked at this and allowed her to pull me up out of the low sitting car. There, just a little more control. I was fully confident that I would gain my composer eventually, but till then I planned to act brave.

We walked up to the front desk, where a young woman smiled tiredly at us. I immediately lost about two degrees of my self-confidence.

"Good evening. Reservations?" Her voice was smooth and her accent hopelessly sultry. I cleared my throat and looked down at my feet. Another degree of confidence down the drain as she flipped her hair.

"Yes,"Jedean's voice was level and...Well normal. " Under Jedean and Jemma." She winked at me as the woman clunked and clacked at her key board.

"Honeymoon suite 3, room 815." She smiled again.

"Have a nice stay." The woman still smiled the same small smile.

"Thank you, good night." Jedean took the key from her and turned to me.

I stopped in front of the door that read 815. The number was engraved on a gold plate, and it was quite shiny. This hotel was more than expensive though; you were supposed to stay in an expensive hotel on your honeymoon. I turned my head, looking for Jedean, for she had the key.

She wasn't far behind, and she was carrying both of our suitcases. I had offered to carry mine, but she had replied, "But babe, you're my wife!" and grabbed both the suitcases before I could protest.

She reached me quickly, setting down the suitcases and fishing through her pocket for the key.

I watched her, thinking, why does she have to be such a tease in that suit. I looked away.

I didn't want to crush the poor man if I lost control and jumped on her. I giggled at the thought.

Jedean cleared her throat, and I straightened up. She had opened the door and was showing me in with her hand. I walked in breathlessly.

The room was more like three rooms, and each room was more like a house. It was absolutely stunning. I walked to the other side of the room, exploring the new territory. I didn't get entirely far though because of the two arms that came around my waist.

I stopped breathing for only a moment, the moment being the part where my entire body went numb. I couldn't remember if I had ever told her the effect her touch had on me.

She started kissing my neck, which, of course, made it extremely difficult to stand. I felt like I was literally melting.

She stopped for a moment to say something in my ear. "This room could use some posters or something."

I giggled and turned around so I was facing her. There was such a sparkle in her eyes at the moment. "What kind of posters were you thinking?" I hadn't meant for it to sound so seductive.

She quirked a brow and came closer, taking me in his arms. "Whatever you like," she whispered in my ear.

I smiled, thinking how she was all mine now, and we would never have to leave each other each night to sleep in separate beds or anything. I smiled and nestled closer to her, completely revelling in the moment.

I think we hugged like that for a whole hour. I had lost track of time though, and when I glanced at the clock, it was nine. I pulled out of the embrace. Whoa, did someone turn the heat way up? I thought. Jedean had always been extremely warm to me. Sometimes I liked it. Mainly in the winter, but occasionally in other seasons.

"I need to get out of this dress, it's annoying the hell out of me." I really should have said that differently because Jedean smiled mischievously. I slapped myself.

"Why did you do that?" She asked, stunned.

"I just needed to."

"No you didn't! You can't do that on our honeymoon. That's a rule." She smiled smugly. "I own you now, stubborn wifey." She came closer and hugged me tightly. "And," she added in a low voice, "I would like to do the honor of getting rid of that dress for you."

I don't think I ever blushed so much in my life. I cleared my throat and managed to make my head move up and down.

She turned me around, and I could practically hear her smiling. Her smile tended to give off waves of super kinetic joy sometimes. I bet if Chuck Norris and Jedean had a smiling contest, Chuck Norris would bring a puppy back to life, but Jedean would bring all the puppies back to life.

Of course she had to take a ton of time just to unzip the zipper. She had to run her hands all over my body first, which made my eyes roll back into my head and I almost fainted.

SHe had to know what she was doing to me when she touched me like that.

"Just give me a moment." She said after she had already had a long enough moment of driving me crazy.

But I let her have more of a moment. I just closed my eyes. That didn't last very long though, because she was kissing down my neck and onto my shoulder, her right hand coming up to my neck and trailing down my back to the zipper.

She unzipped it very slowly, too slowly. And when she had unzipped it, her hand lingered for a moment before slowly trailing up my bare back. I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through my body.

"Are my hands cold?" How could her voice be so smooth? It bothered me slightly because I knew mine would be anything but smooth.

I gulped. "No."

She froze. "You okay?"

"You're driving me crazy." My voice was somewhat hoarse, but not as bad as I thought.

I could sense her smile again. "Oh." SHe continued to make her way up to my shoulders to knock the straps off them. Once my dress was on the floor, and I was standing there half-naked, she spun me around and pressed my body against her and kissed me so fervently that I nearly lost control of the muscles in my legs. I don't think I would have fallen though, because she was holding me so tightly.

"Should you even bother to get dressed?" She asked, her voice slightly hoarse now.

Our faces were so close still, and I wasn't breathing. Apparently she took that as an answer and kissed me again, which, in turn, I took as an answer that she didn't want me to get dressed. I could live with that. I shrugged and pushed off her jacket. Tonight would be something to remember.

---The end—

Should i write; She's My Girlfriend Part 2?

Ideas is welcome..