Like A Virgin - Chapter 33 (Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison)
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! hope you enjoy. :)
"...First of all, we should decide" his index finger was running back and forth on her collarbone, their bodies spent from their recent activities, "should we keep this house? Or look for a new place?" She took his other hand in both of hers, studying them for a minute. "I don't know... what do you say?" She kissed their entwined fingers. "You're the one who just bought this place... I wouldn't keep my old house anyway." His lips brushed her forehead, noticing the hurt in her eyes. Too many memories. "How about we have a look around first? And if we see nothing good... well this house is almost exactly the way it was when I bought it. Haven't exactly had time to redecorate lately... Sounds good?" She beamed at him. "Sounds great."
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She sighed as she closed the car door, sitting in the passenger's seat. "How can you say this was a good one?" He started the engine and looked sideways at her. "What was wrong with this one?" "Well I had no idea we were planning on opening a B&B, I'm sorry. Six bedrooms?" He kept his eyes on the road as they headed to the next house. "Well we can have friends over, and family, your folks are far away." "Yes babe but the last time I checked, I had two parents and two siblings, not twelve... do you really think we need that much space?" His gaze softened up as it moved on her face. "Well... you never know." A shot of adrenaline ran through her as she took in his words, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. They had never talked about... that. But of course, looking for houses meant thinking of the future... She stared unblinkingly out of the window, lost in her thoughts, the music from the radio the only sound in the car.
He pulled up in front of another house a few minutes later, and took out his note pad. "So, this is a 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms... music room... pool, and huge garden... sounds nice." He looked at her tentatively, and touched her cheek with his thumb. "Hey." She turned towards him. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I know you've been through a lot this year..." Her face twisted into a grimace. "I'm just saying, you know, we should think a little ahead... or a lot ahead." He chuckled. "We can look into studios if you'd rather, you know..." She giggled and slapped his arm. "Three bedrooms, you said? Sounds good. Let's go."
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"...and this is the master bedroom, with an en-suite bathroom..." the realtor gestured for them to follow her around the room as she showed its features. "...shower's here, and jacuzzi on the other side. Oh, and did you notice the view from the balcony?" He kept a steady hold on her hand, as she dragged him around the room and out on the balcony, and circled her waist from behind when she leaned on the railing. They vaguely heard the realtor mumble something about a phone call and leave them alone."So, what do you think?" She bowed her head. "I don't know... I mean this one is beautiful. Really. That huge kitchen... the music room for you... and this bedroom. And this... bed." She arched an eyebrow at him and he kissed her hair and dragged her back inside the room, sitting on the edge of the bed as she settled in his lap. He kissed her neck, sucking gently on the soft skin behind her ear, and she tilted her head, moving her hair aside to give him better access.
"Test run?" he mumbled, as his hands ran up her sides, to caress the swell of her breasts.
She giggled lightly and relaxed to his touch, turning her face a little so she could plant a few small kisses on his jaw and nuzzle his cheek. He let go of a chuckle and twisted her around, so he could circle her shoulders with his arms and pull her in a bear-like hug, holding tightly, exhaling a breath in her hair.
"Don't think the nice realtor lady would be thrilled with this..."
"Oh, come on, where's your sense of adventure, Morrison?"
He didn't answer, but dived in for a kiss, pinching her earlobe between his lips, the sound of her giggle making his heart burst with happiness. Her hands sneaked on his chest, dragging her fingernails on his stomach, his abs twitching under her touch.
"...so, what do you think... oh... I mean..." They had jumped apart as soon as the sound of footsteps had approached in their direction, but Matt's untucked t-shirt and Jayma's ruffled hair spoke volumes.
They quickly answered a few questions and threw themselves out of the door, promising to call soon, Jayma hardly stifling her laughter as she opened the passenger's door of Matt's car. "Oh my God, I don't even know... what the hell happened??" She could hardly breathe from laughing too hard.
"No idea... but if that's the effect this house has on you, I'm buying it right now."
She slapped his shoulder, still giggling. "Do we have any more appointments today?"
"Nope, a couple of open houses but we can see those another day if you want."
"Good." She smiled at him and took his hand. "Home?"
"Home."
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"Hey."
She felt a strong pair of arms around her middle, and leaned back on his chest. Which, she realized, was missing a shirt. "Hm. I think you lost your shirt... is your hair wet?"
He grinned. "Yep. Just out of the shower. You were so lost in thoughts I didn't wanna wake you..."
"Do wake me, baby. Definitely."
He chuckled and nuzzled her neck. "Will do. What's bothering you, anyway?"
"I was just... thinking." She took his hand and dragged him out of the room and down the stairs.
"Jay? What's going on?" She pointed at the couch in his living room. "This is where you sang to me with your guitar."
"I did."
"And here" -she was walking towards the kitchen- "is where I went crazy and baked a million pancakes when I couldn't sleep... and where you cooked me dinner on my birthday..." She dragged him back in the living room. "Remember when you held me all night on the sofa?"
He stopped her with a hand on her forearm, smiling. "I remember it all. I remember everything... " he pecked her lips. "But can you please explain?"
She paced back and forth for a minute before looking at him. "It's just... I thought I wanted a new place for us, somewhere that was just... ours, you know?" But then I realized... we already have that. This has felt more like home to me than my own house for months... and we have so many memories here already... I'm not sure I wanna just discard all of that."
His face had gone from surprised to excited, and he couldn't help himself as he pulled her by her hips for a kiss and a hug. "Are you serious?"
She nodded in his chest, and he chuckled. "Oh, God, I'm so happy. I love this place... but didn't wanna pressure you..." Laughing, he tightened his embrace and lifted her for a second. "We're gonna redecorate. Whatever you want."
"Whatever we want. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to keep this? We could have saved some trouble... and indecent public behavior..."
"I promised a long time ago I'd never pressure you into anything... I stand by my words."
She kissed him, soft and warm. "I know of another room that holds some nice memories around here..."
They set off for what had just officially become their bedroom, laughing.
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...crap. He was running late. Very late. As in, he should have already been on his way to the lot, and was still in boxers and a white t-shirt, rummaging through the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. "Jay?" He turned around. "Jay?? Have you seen my Lubriderm?"
Her head popped in, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Weren't you late?" She walked behind him and ruffled his hair, opening the cabinet on the right of the mirror. "I've moved all your stuff here, so we have separate places for our stuff." She handed him the bottle and kissed his cheek. "Hope it doesn't bother you..."
He looked down for a moment, then crossed her gaze in the mirror and squirted some lotion in his hands. "Not at all. Thank you."
He threw himself down the stairs a minute later, still buttoning his shirt, and headed for the kitched, draining a cup of coffee that had been left on the counter. "I'll see you on the lot later?"
"I'll be there by lunchtime."
He pecked her lips and smiled. "Later."
She got back to the kitchen, her newspaper in a hand, and lifted her mug, much lighter than how she remembered. She gazed warily at the empty cup, and at the equally empty coffee maker. With a deep sigh, she got up and reached for the coffee bag.
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"So what do you think?"
"Well..." He looked at her, uneasy.
"You don't like it, right? I knew it..."
"Hey, hey." He lifted her chin with a finger.
"It's not that I don't like it, I just... what's wrong with the walls the way they are?"
She shot him a look. Guys. "They're white."
"I know."
"I mean, they're white. Don't you think it'd be much prettier with some color?"
"Yeah but... peach? Isn't it too... girly?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you rather have a military pattern? Or a soccer wallpaper?" She was making jokes, but her voice had an edge he didn't like.
"I'm just saying..."
"Matthew" -full name, never a good sign in his book- "you've been just saying for the past two hours. Either make some suggestions yourself or I'm done with this."
"Fine, then why don't you just decide yourself?"
She got up from the sofa. "I might just do that! It's not like you asked me if I was ok with moving my shoes in another closet..."
"Well excuse me if I couldn't find my sneakers among the thousand of shoes you own..."
She shot him a filthy look and set off for the kitchen. "Well couldn't you just tell me instead of moving them all? I've got a system, you know."
"A system? A shoes system? Hang on, I need to take notes..."
"Oh and since we're at it, can we please talk about coffee?"
"What about it?"
"Well could you please stop finishing and not refilling every single morning? And also, I didn't realize it was so hard to open the dishwasher and put the mug in there."
"Every morning? I've done that twice!"
"Three times."
"Are you keeping scores?"
She opened a cupboard. "I just mean, it's not that hard, Matty, is it so difficult to refill the damn coffee maker? Or you forgot where we keep the coffee?"
She turned around, holding the bag in front of her, to find him leaning on the door frame, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. "What?"
He chuckled and reached her in two strides, resting his hands on her sides. "I think this is officially our first fight as a couple living together..."
She stopped mid-motion, the coffee bag still hanging loosely from her hand. "Oh my God... please tell me I didn't go all desperate housewife on you..."
He laughed heartily. "I'm afraid we both did, a little bit..." His lips found hers. "You know, this is a completely new phase for me, relationship-wise... never really moved in with anyone before..."
She set the bag aside and pulled him closer by the back of his head, a hand running in his curls, the other on his cheek.
"I'm doing my best... I don't mean to drive you crazy."
She kissed his jaw. "Well guess what? You do... but in the good way..."
He deepened his kiss, tongue looking for entrance, as her hands roamed on his back under his white t-shirt, tracing his muscles with her fingertips, lightly dancing on each edge, pulling its hem until he discarded it, and reaching down to his belt loops to pull his hips closer to hers. His own hands slid slowly down her body, reaching behind her thighs and lifting her on the edge of the kitchen island, as her legs hooked around his waist.
"How did we never realize this island is just the perfect height?"
"Hmm... guess we won't be redecorating the kitchen..."
He laughed in her hair, moving his mouth to her jaw, neck, collarbone. Her hands moved to his front, opening the button and unzipping his jeans, her legs pulling him even closer. He let out a groan at their increased friction and shook off his pants and boxers, as she did the same with the light blue dress and underwear she had chosen to wear that morning. Their kisses grew of intensity, and her heels dug into his back, needing him much more.
He looked at her, a wicked grin on his face, as he entered her deeply, hearing her sigh before pulling out almost completely, so that only his tip was teasing her center.
She looked at him, wide-eyed, but before she could protest he plunged into her again and pulled out, starting a rhythm neither could keep for long. She came hard, shaking around him and screaming his name over and over, and he followed after a few more thrusts, kissing her anywhere he could reach, smoothing her hair back, never losing eye contact.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her breath hot and ragged, and he just felt the need to hold her in his arms, keep her safe, and lifted her again, this time sitting down on the floor, his back leaning against the fridge, cradling her in his lap.
"I promise I'll make coffee for you..."
She giggled. "I promise not to flood the wardrobe with shoes..." She smiled teasingly. "And yes, I'll show you my system. Maybe it works with your shoes too..."
He laughed, hiding his face in her neck. "About the bedroom..."
"Yes?"
"You know that first color you showed me? Kind of yellow-orange?"
"Yep."
"Well I like that..."
"You sure it's not too... girly? We can pick a nice dark gray... very manly..."
He laughed and jokingly rolled his eyes. "That won't be necessary... It's sunny. It's like you..."
She kissed him deeply, and snuggled in his arms, feeling warm, safe, loved. Feeling at home.
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First of all, I apologize for the delay. If any of you are still reading, lol. RL is crazy and I've had a hard time finding more than five minutes to myself.
Second, I hope you enjoyed. :) Not sure about this chapter so let me know your thoughts. And suggestions. :)
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! hope you enjoy. :)
"...First of all, we should decide" his index finger was running back and forth on her collarbone, their bodies spent from their recent activities, "should we keep this house? Or look for a new place?" She took his other hand in both of hers, studying them for a minute. "I don't know... what do you say?" She kissed their entwined fingers. "You're the one who just bought this place... I wouldn't keep my old house anyway." His lips brushed her forehead, noticing the hurt in her eyes. Too many memories. "How about we have a look around first? And if we see nothing good... well this house is almost exactly the way it was when I bought it. Haven't exactly had time to redecorate lately... Sounds good?" She beamed at him. "Sounds great."
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She sighed as she closed the car door, sitting in the passenger's seat. "How can you say this was a good one?" He started the engine and looked sideways at her. "What was wrong with this one?" "Well I had no idea we were planning on opening a B&B, I'm sorry. Six bedrooms?" He kept his eyes on the road as they headed to the next house. "Well we can have friends over, and family, your folks are far away." "Yes babe but the last time I checked, I had two parents and two siblings, not twelve... do you really think we need that much space?" His gaze softened up as it moved on her face. "Well... you never know." A shot of adrenaline ran through her as she took in his words, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. They had never talked about... that. But of course, looking for houses meant thinking of the future... She stared unblinkingly out of the window, lost in her thoughts, the music from the radio the only sound in the car.
He pulled up in front of another house a few minutes later, and took out his note pad. "So, this is a 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms... music room... pool, and huge garden... sounds nice." He looked at her tentatively, and touched her cheek with his thumb. "Hey." She turned towards him. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I know you've been through a lot this year..." Her face twisted into a grimace. "I'm just saying, you know, we should think a little ahead... or a lot ahead." He chuckled. "We can look into studios if you'd rather, you know..." She giggled and slapped his arm. "Three bedrooms, you said? Sounds good. Let's go."
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"...and this is the master bedroom, with an en-suite bathroom..." the realtor gestured for them to follow her around the room as she showed its features. "...shower's here, and jacuzzi on the other side. Oh, and did you notice the view from the balcony?" He kept a steady hold on her hand, as she dragged him around the room and out on the balcony, and circled her waist from behind when she leaned on the railing. They vaguely heard the realtor mumble something about a phone call and leave them alone."So, what do you think?" She bowed her head. "I don't know... I mean this one is beautiful. Really. That huge kitchen... the music room for you... and this bedroom. And this... bed." She arched an eyebrow at him and he kissed her hair and dragged her back inside the room, sitting on the edge of the bed as she settled in his lap. He kissed her neck, sucking gently on the soft skin behind her ear, and she tilted her head, moving her hair aside to give him better access.
"Test run?" he mumbled, as his hands ran up her sides, to caress the swell of her breasts.
She giggled lightly and relaxed to his touch, turning her face a little so she could plant a few small kisses on his jaw and nuzzle his cheek. He let go of a chuckle and twisted her around, so he could circle her shoulders with his arms and pull her in a bear-like hug, holding tightly, exhaling a breath in her hair.
"Don't think the nice realtor lady would be thrilled with this..."
"Oh, come on, where's your sense of adventure, Morrison?"
He didn't answer, but dived in for a kiss, pinching her earlobe between his lips, the sound of her giggle making his heart burst with happiness. Her hands sneaked on his chest, dragging her fingernails on his stomach, his abs twitching under her touch.
"...so, what do you think... oh... I mean..." They had jumped apart as soon as the sound of footsteps had approached in their direction, but Matt's untucked t-shirt and Jayma's ruffled hair spoke volumes.
They quickly answered a few questions and threw themselves out of the door, promising to call soon, Jayma hardly stifling her laughter as she opened the passenger's door of Matt's car. "Oh my God, I don't even know... what the hell happened??" She could hardly breathe from laughing too hard.
"No idea... but if that's the effect this house has on you, I'm buying it right now."
She slapped his shoulder, still giggling. "Do we have any more appointments today?"
"Nope, a couple of open houses but we can see those another day if you want."
"Good." She smiled at him and took his hand. "Home?"
"Home."
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"Hey."
She felt a strong pair of arms around her middle, and leaned back on his chest. Which, she realized, was missing a shirt. "Hm. I think you lost your shirt... is your hair wet?"
He grinned. "Yep. Just out of the shower. You were so lost in thoughts I didn't wanna wake you..."
"Do wake me, baby. Definitely."
He chuckled and nuzzled her neck. "Will do. What's bothering you, anyway?"
"I was just... thinking." She took his hand and dragged him out of the room and down the stairs.
"Jay? What's going on?" She pointed at the couch in his living room. "This is where you sang to me with your guitar."
"I did."
"And here" -she was walking towards the kitchen- "is where I went crazy and baked a million pancakes when I couldn't sleep... and where you cooked me dinner on my birthday..." She dragged him back in the living room. "Remember when you held me all night on the sofa?"
He stopped her with a hand on her forearm, smiling. "I remember it all. I remember everything... " he pecked her lips. "But can you please explain?"
She paced back and forth for a minute before looking at him. "It's just... I thought I wanted a new place for us, somewhere that was just... ours, you know?" But then I realized... we already have that. This has felt more like home to me than my own house for months... and we have so many memories here already... I'm not sure I wanna just discard all of that."
His face had gone from surprised to excited, and he couldn't help himself as he pulled her by her hips for a kiss and a hug. "Are you serious?"
She nodded in his chest, and he chuckled. "Oh, God, I'm so happy. I love this place... but didn't wanna pressure you..." Laughing, he tightened his embrace and lifted her for a second. "We're gonna redecorate. Whatever you want."
"Whatever we want. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to keep this? We could have saved some trouble... and indecent public behavior..."
"I promised a long time ago I'd never pressure you into anything... I stand by my words."
She kissed him, soft and warm. "I know of another room that holds some nice memories around here..."
They set off for what had just officially become their bedroom, laughing.
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...crap. He was running late. Very late. As in, he should have already been on his way to the lot, and was still in boxers and a white t-shirt, rummaging through the medicine cabinet in his bathroom. "Jay?" He turned around. "Jay?? Have you seen my Lubriderm?"
Her head popped in, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Weren't you late?" She walked behind him and ruffled his hair, opening the cabinet on the right of the mirror. "I've moved all your stuff here, so we have separate places for our stuff." She handed him the bottle and kissed his cheek. "Hope it doesn't bother you..."
He looked down for a moment, then crossed her gaze in the mirror and squirted some lotion in his hands. "Not at all. Thank you."
He threw himself down the stairs a minute later, still buttoning his shirt, and headed for the kitched, draining a cup of coffee that had been left on the counter. "I'll see you on the lot later?"
"I'll be there by lunchtime."
He pecked her lips and smiled. "Later."
She got back to the kitchen, her newspaper in a hand, and lifted her mug, much lighter than how she remembered. She gazed warily at the empty cup, and at the equally empty coffee maker. With a deep sigh, she got up and reached for the coffee bag.
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"So what do you think?"
"Well..." He looked at her, uneasy.
"You don't like it, right? I knew it..."
"Hey, hey." He lifted her chin with a finger.
"It's not that I don't like it, I just... what's wrong with the walls the way they are?"
She shot him a look. Guys. "They're white."
"I know."
"I mean, they're white. Don't you think it'd be much prettier with some color?"
"Yeah but... peach? Isn't it too... girly?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you rather have a military pattern? Or a soccer wallpaper?" She was making jokes, but her voice had an edge he didn't like.
"I'm just saying..."
"Matthew" -full name, never a good sign in his book- "you've been just saying for the past two hours. Either make some suggestions yourself or I'm done with this."
"Fine, then why don't you just decide yourself?"
She got up from the sofa. "I might just do that! It's not like you asked me if I was ok with moving my shoes in another closet..."
"Well excuse me if I couldn't find my sneakers among the thousand of shoes you own..."
She shot him a filthy look and set off for the kitchen. "Well couldn't you just tell me instead of moving them all? I've got a system, you know."
"A system? A shoes system? Hang on, I need to take notes..."
"Oh and since we're at it, can we please talk about coffee?"
"What about it?"
"Well could you please stop finishing and not refilling every single morning? And also, I didn't realize it was so hard to open the dishwasher and put the mug in there."
"Every morning? I've done that twice!"
"Three times."
"Are you keeping scores?"
She opened a cupboard. "I just mean, it's not that hard, Matty, is it so difficult to refill the damn coffee maker? Or you forgot where we keep the coffee?"
She turned around, holding the bag in front of her, to find him leaning on the door frame, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. "What?"
He chuckled and reached her in two strides, resting his hands on her sides. "I think this is officially our first fight as a couple living together..."
She stopped mid-motion, the coffee bag still hanging loosely from her hand. "Oh my God... please tell me I didn't go all desperate housewife on you..."
He laughed heartily. "I'm afraid we both did, a little bit..." His lips found hers. "You know, this is a completely new phase for me, relationship-wise... never really moved in with anyone before..."
She set the bag aside and pulled him closer by the back of his head, a hand running in his curls, the other on his cheek.
"I'm doing my best... I don't mean to drive you crazy."
She kissed his jaw. "Well guess what? You do... but in the good way..."
He deepened his kiss, tongue looking for entrance, as her hands roamed on his back under his white t-shirt, tracing his muscles with her fingertips, lightly dancing on each edge, pulling its hem until he discarded it, and reaching down to his belt loops to pull his hips closer to hers. His own hands slid slowly down her body, reaching behind her thighs and lifting her on the edge of the kitchen island, as her legs hooked around his waist.
"How did we never realize this island is just the perfect height?"
"Hmm... guess we won't be redecorating the kitchen..."
He laughed in her hair, moving his mouth to her jaw, neck, collarbone. Her hands moved to his front, opening the button and unzipping his jeans, her legs pulling him even closer. He let out a groan at their increased friction and shook off his pants and boxers, as she did the same with the light blue dress and underwear she had chosen to wear that morning. Their kisses grew of intensity, and her heels dug into his back, needing him much more.
He looked at her, a wicked grin on his face, as he entered her deeply, hearing her sigh before pulling out almost completely, so that only his tip was teasing her center.
She looked at him, wide-eyed, but before she could protest he plunged into her again and pulled out, starting a rhythm neither could keep for long. She came hard, shaking around him and screaming his name over and over, and he followed after a few more thrusts, kissing her anywhere he could reach, smoothing her hair back, never losing eye contact.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her breath hot and ragged, and he just felt the need to hold her in his arms, keep her safe, and lifted her again, this time sitting down on the floor, his back leaning against the fridge, cradling her in his lap.
"I promise I'll make coffee for you..."
She giggled. "I promise not to flood the wardrobe with shoes..." She smiled teasingly. "And yes, I'll show you my system. Maybe it works with your shoes too..."
He laughed, hiding his face in her neck. "About the bedroom..."
"Yes?"
"You know that first color you showed me? Kind of yellow-orange?"
"Yep."
"Well I like that..."
"You sure it's not too... girly? We can pick a nice dark gray... very manly..."
He laughed and jokingly rolled his eyes. "That won't be necessary... It's sunny. It's like you..."
She kissed him deeply, and snuggled in his arms, feeling warm, safe, loved. Feeling at home.
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First of all, I apologize for the delay. If any of you are still reading, lol. RL is crazy and I've had a hard time finding more than five minutes to myself.
Second, I hope you enjoyed. :) Not sure about this chapter so let me know your thoughts. And suggestions. :)