Like A Virgin - Chapter 45 (Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison)

May 30, 2011 19:48

Title: Like A Virgin
Author: emmaschuester   
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Summary/Author's Notes: new chapter! Enjoy.



"Hey sweetie, I'm home!" He called for her as he opened the front door, but before he could step further into the hall, he got tackled by two of Jayma's girlfriends, one covering his eyes, the other turning him around by the shoulders.

"What on Earth are you doing here already?? We weren't expecting you for a while!"

"What's going? We? Who else is here? Jayma?"

"Baby I'm here, I can't come out right now!" Her voice came from down the hall, a room that hadn't been assigned to a particular purpose just yet.

"But I'm being mobbed by your friends... Hey!" He jumped on the spot. "And I'm pretty sure Shannon just grabbed my ass!"

He heard her crystalline laughter fill the air. "Hands off my man, girl, or I'll have to take you down!"

He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay okay I won't turn around. I won't. Explain please?"

"Wedding dresses. We've spent the morning going through the massive bunch her stylist got for her. She's not down to just one yet, but we can't risk the chance of you seeing THE dress in advance."

"Oh. Got it." He peeked around. "Not even a little glance?"

Heather slapped the back of his head. "Behave, Morrison..."

"Ouch! Jayma! Your girlfriends are abusing me!!"

"Aww, you poor helpless boy." She had emerged from the room with her stylist, wearing a pair of shorts and a white tank top, and reached for his back. "It's okay. You can turn."

He turned on the spot, his eyes still shut. "Are we sure? I don't want to start doing anything stupid before we're even married."

She giggled and took his hands. "Yes, I'm sure. Open up." He was met by her large smiling eyes. "Hey."

"Hey." He scanned her figure. "I'm assuming this is not what you'll be wearing? Because if so I'm going to be way overdressed."

She laughed. "Not really. But the room down the hall is out of your reach until I say so. Okay?"

He mockingly gave her the military salute. "Of course, ma'am. Your friend here totally grabbed my ass, just so we're clear."

"Oh, don't be such a baby. You were trying to sneak into her room, I did what I had to do, as hard as it might have been. Or I guess firm might be more accurate..."

Jayma burst into laughter, she was extremely close to her girlfriends and totally unaffected by their attention to her fiancè, fully conscious it was all done in good spirits.

Matt sighed dramatically. "Okay. I think I'll leave you to your girls time. Can I access our bedroom to get changed? I could use the time for a run."

She nodded and kissed his cheek. "Sure. Have a nice time... I promise you won't be tackled again by the time you're back.

He raised an eyebrow as he ran up the stairs. "Well, if you're the one who's tackling it's a whole different matter... no offence, girls!", and fled to the bedroom before they could react.

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"Hey I was thinking for Friday night, lilies? Or gerberas? Or roses? What do you think?" She sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing some moisturizer on her forearms.

He nodded absentmindedly, scribbling something on a yellow pad of paper, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose. "Hm-hm."

"Hm-hm to which choice?" She smiled at his focused look, and cupped his cheek. "Inspiration has struck?"

"Something like that." He grinned and repositioned his glasses, biting his pencil.

"You know, I don't think I ever told you this, but I kinda have a thing for you in glasses..." He corked an eyebrow, a sly grin blossoming on his face. "I mean, I do think glasses make men look older. So you're kind of a very cute grandpa." She giggled loudly as he threw his notebook aside, grabbing her waist and laying her down on the mattress.

"Grandpa? I'll show you who to call grandpa, missy..." And with that, he lowered on her body, cutting off any possible reply with a sudden and deep kiss.

-----

"Hmmmm, good morning." She wrapped her arms around his middle and nuzzled the skin between his shoulder blades. He leaned back on her chest gently, all the while managing to flip a pancake in the pan. "Pancakes?"

"Not just pancakes. Chocolate chips pancakes."

"Wow." She kissed his bare back, and moved beside him. "Need any help?"

"Nope, thank you. I'm good. There's fresh coffee in the pot if you want some."

"You're spoiling me, baby." She squeezed his hand and opened a cupboard to get her coffee mug out. Turning, she noticed the kitchen table littered by scribbled yellow sheets of paper. "Exactly how long have you been up?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know. An hour, maybe two. I had ideas in my head and had to get them out. Mostly lyrics so far." He turned his head and smiled. "And then after writing for two hours about you I felt like I should thank you some way, so..." He gestured shyly to the pancakes, and she set her mug on the counter to hug him.

"About me?" Her cheeks were flushed.

He nodded. "Yeah. You, us. You know. But don't read them yet, they're not ready."

She pulled him down for a kiss, and then moved her lips to his jaw. "I won't. I love you."

"I love you, sweetie."

"You know, I still can't believe 'Hey' is about me. The other day I was driving and it came on my shuffle, and I just... it's so sweet. You're so sweet."

He smiled, and laid his lips on her forehead. "It's just the truth. When we met, all those years ago, I just... I knew I had to be with you. And I had no idea how to tell you. But hey, three years later I got the girl, didn't I?" He grinned, and she laughed. "You sure did."

She sat back down with her coffee, moving some sheets to a nearby shelf. "...so last night you... distracted me" -he smirked- "and we didn't quite come to an agreement about flowers for Friday... do you have any preferences?"

He turned around, holding a dish full of pancakes in a hand and plates and forks in the other. "I'm not really an expert... As long as they're colorful, you know, not just one color, I'd say. But whatever you choose I'm gonna love."

She smiled as he took his seat by the kitchen island, and helped herself to pancakes, pouring him some juice. Friday would be their housewarming/engagement party. They had never quite gotten down to organize either, and had decided now was finally the time, before Matt left for more than two weeks for the UK, and later on, for his US tour- the thought of her lonesome summer giving her a tight feeling in her chest and stomach.

She had thought long and hard about it, and had decided not to follow him on tour as much as she'd have liked to, because she was aware this was something he had to experience on his own, with his bandmates. And her schedule, though lighter than his for the summer, was still not completely clear. She had booked a flight to Dublin though, without telling him, because she couldn't imagine not seeing him on his opening night. After that, her plans were to get back to the States, keep an eye on wedding planning, get into press for the Smurfs movie, and join him on a few US dates with "the guys", as he called the boybands he'd be joining, before they'd allow themselves two whole weeks of vacation between Italy and France- what he called their "anticipated honeymoon", since they'd be busy with Glee in September.

Their upcoming party was something else that'd been on her mind for a while. She was happier than ever, and so excited about the future, and really wanted to celebrate with her friends. But she was also fully conscious of the messy and public way she had ended her first marriage, and of the silence some of her so-called friends had reserved her in the months following her separation and divorce. She was saddened by the thought of having lost some of the people in her life, but after many talks with Matt, and even more tears and self-guilt trips, had finally concluded she could not blame herself forever, and most of all, could not lay her own guilt pangs on Matthew, who had after all started on a clean slate and was unable to hide his excitement over wedding preparations and his many "firsts" with her.

She shook herself off from her thoughts and smiled as she listened to his suggestions for their party. He was sweet, and funny, and sexy, and deserved her undivided attention.

-----

"Heyyyy guys!" One of Matt's closest friends had just rung the doorbell, and entered with his girlfriend, offering Matt a bottle of red wine he examined with appreciation.

"Hi, Rick! Thanks for coming!"

He opened his arms to hug Jayma. "My pleasure, thank you for the having us." He lowered his voice to whisper in Jayma's ear. "Thank you for finally doing this, you've made him so happy."

She pulled back, her eyes slightly misty, both at his words and at how much Matt's childhood friends still cared about him.

She gestured for them to step in the back yard, where drinks were taking place, and squeezed Matt's hand as he passed by on his way to the kitchen, to open the wine bottle.

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The night was going well. Extremely well. They were all a bit tipsy, but in the way that made everything and everyone seem a bit funnier. She had narrowly avoided being thrown in the pool at some point, coming back from the kitchen after talking to the catering staff, and had been forced to hide behind Matthew until the turmoil was over, but apart from that, the mood had been mostly relaxed.

She was glad to see hers and Matt's friends mingling smoothly, and had gasped loudly when Matt had nudged her to point out his friend Paul and her friend Kathleen getting definitely friendlier than the rest in a secluded corner of their garden.

They moved from the garden to the living room at some point, switching from drinks and appetizers to wine and main courses. Towards the end of the meal, Matthew got up, a glass of red wine in his right hand, his left one resting on her shoulder.

"You all know I'm not one for speeches, so I'm gonna be brief." He scratched his throat, looking for the right words, while she stared at him in wonder, since that was definitely not something he had mentioned in advance.

"First of all, I just want to thank you all on Jayma's and my behalf for being here tonight. We're so incredibly late both for a housewarming party and for an engagement party, but it's good to know when we talk food and booze, you'll all answer." Everyone laughed.

"This past year has been... I'm not sure words can describe how completely insane it has been." He looked at her, and smiled. "But in the best way possible. And I think I can speak for the both of us when I say we feel so incredibly grateful to be surrounded by so many people who decided to give us a chance, listen to our reasoning, and keep supporting and loving us for who we are." He took her hand, gently pulling her up, and kissed her cheek. "And if this amazing woman I get to call my fiancèe doesn't realize the mistake she's about to make earlier, we'll see you all on September 3rd in New York. I'll be the one in the penguin suit." Their friends laughed again, and he raised his glass. "Cheers!"

-----

"I think it went really well, what do you think?"

"Yep. Really well." His voice was muffled, and she entered their bedroom to find him crouched head-first in his wardrobe, fishing out shirts, t-shirts and jackets.

She couldn't refrain the sad look she shot him. "Are you packing already?"

"Nope, just trying to decide what to take... show costumes and most of the suits for talk shows and stuff will be packed apart. I was just thinking about what to bring as everyday clothes... weather over there changes every five minutes..." His gaze shifted through the pile of t-shirts and jeans he had already put aside, and then he turned around, and placed his hands on her hips. "But I can pack tomorrow." He pecked her lips. "Hi."

She pulled him closer and threw her arms around his neck. "Hi... I can't believe you're leaving in two days."

"I know." He kissed her hair, and laid his chin on her head. "I'll call you so often you'll be begging me to stop... you'll end up turning your phone to voicemail not to talk to me again."

She burst into laughter. "I don't think I'll ever beg you not to call." She tried to hide a sigh with a smile, failing. "You know how happy I am for you, right? And excited, and proud... you deserve all of this. And so much more." Her right hand slid to cup his cheek. "I just... I'm really gonna miss you."

He pulled away a little to stare into her eyes, his own red-trimmed and wet. "I know." He was whispering, as if worried even his voice could break the moment. "I'm gonna miss you so much, Jay..." He took her hand and brought her to their bed, sitting back against the headboard and gesturing for her to sit against his chest, as his arms closed around her middle. "I really wish you could come, at least for one date..."

His tone was so sad, his breath so warm against her neck, she really had to bite her bottom lip not to spill her secret. "I know... I wish I could too. It's just... too many things piled up, and moving them all would be insane, and..."

"Hey, hey. Remember who you're talking to... I'm the king of messed-up schedules. I understand." He took a deep breath. "I'll just miss you..." Two of his fingers sneaked up under her top, and he tickled her stomach lightly. "But since we've still got two nights together, how about we forge some good, long-lasting memories while we can?" He corked an eyebrow at her, and she giggled, twisting in his arms so she could kiss him fully.

-----

Click... Click...Click... A repetitive noise kept intruding in her slumber, and she rolled in her sleep a few times, until she bumped lightly against him, and lazily opened an eye. "Matt?" He was holding his Canon digital camera in front of him, trying to adjust some settings. "What are you doing?"

"Oh hey baby... hope I didn't wake you." He grinned. "Right now I'm trying to set this thing so it can take some decent pictures in this lighting..."

"Did you... did you take pics of me?" She felt herself blushing and didn't realize why, since it wasn't the first time they took pictures together in bed. Only, she usually was awake. Had she drooled on her pillow? She wiped her face with a hand, self-consciously.

"Just one, but it looked shitty -not for the subject of course- so I tried to change a few things here..." He looked at the camera, satisfied. "Here. This should be better." He shifted, and pointed the lens towards her. "Smile?"

"Matt... my hair is a mess, it's the middle of the night, I just woke up..."

"It's the middle of the night, we just made love for two hours and you look absolutely stunning, and I want to remember this feeling forever." He looked at her from the side of the camera. "Smile? For me? Or not, you're beautiful either way."

She couldn't hide the blush and grin that crept on her face, and he picked the moment to snag a picture. "There." He looked at it in the small screen. "Perfect."

She rolled over to the other side for a second, embarrassed, and the blanket slid down her naked chest, to rest around her bellybutton, and she heard the distinct sound of the camera click. "Matt!"

He grinned at her, and took her hand. "Hey. Am I making you uncomfortable? If so, I'm sorry, we've already done this and I thought you hadn't minded back then." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I can stop if you want, but I'd really love to take a couple of these away with me..."

She waved her index finger at him, in a warning way. "These stay between us."

"Of course, do you really think I'd ever share any of this? I'll lock the folder on my Mac. Nobody sees the goods but me."

She burst into laughter, moving more comfortably in the middle of the bed, resting her head against a pillow, and he leaned on an elbow, his right hand clicking away on the camera, until she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down with her, resting her head on his chest.

"Take one now."

He smiled, and kissed her hair, and held the camera up above them, pressing the button a few times, and then examining the results with her. "Just perfect."

She took his face in her hands, and kissed him deeply, and while he was distracted, took the camera off his hands, and knelt up beside him.

"Hey!"

She observed him through the lens, his mussed hair, light stubble, the sheet hanging loosely at his hips, the contours of his chest and stomach muscles well-defined even in the dim light, and took a picture. "Sorry, baby. My turn for some fun now."

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Chapter 45 already, I can't believe this! If you're still reading, first of all thank you! And second, I'd love to read your thoughts, how you see this going/ending... don't be shy! I don't bite. :) I have plans but I'm curious to read what you think. :)
Thanks to a couple of friends who read this in advance.

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