log: jesse and margo

[broadwaystjames]

WHO: Jesse and Margo.
WHAT: Date Night (Football and other fun ways to spend a Friday)
WHERE: Outside the girl’s dorm, the football field
WHEN: Friday, October 21, Evening
WARNING: Sexual activities included. Read with caution.



Jesse had, as promised, worn his leather jacket - atop a bulky purple and white sweater emblazoned with AWM. He’d chosen a pair of jeans and white sneakers to complete his outfit, and even donned a purple ball cap to show his school spirit - even if he was annoyed at how it messed up his hair. He waited patiently outside the dorm for Margo, anxious for the chance to lend her his jacket like a gentleman - and to see how she looked in it, which was really the primary motivation for him. The evening wasn’t as cold as he’d worried it might be, so he didn’t feel quite as bad about asking her to wear something light.

Margo took a bit of time to get ready for tonight. She had a little trouble deciding what to wear before settling on a purple dress and a white sweater. The sweater was light, one she usually wore in the spring. She knew she would definitely still need Jesse's jacket. She headed out of the dorm and smiled when saw Jesse. "Hey," she leaned up to kiss him.

Jesse returned the kiss, trying not to be too overt about it - he knew they still had to be careful about who might be watching them. “You look beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, pulling her into a hug that lifted her off the ground. “It must be magic or something, because you look more beautiful every time I see you. I don’t know how you do it.” He gave her a look of mock-disapproval once he set her down. “You must be cold - I guess I’ll just have to lend you my jacket, don’t you think?”

"Thank you." She laughed a little when he pulled her off the ground. "I just must be blessed with good genes." Margo laughed again and then smiled at him. "You look great." She ran her hand lightly over his jacket. "I am a little chilly. I would very much appreciate your jacket." She smirked at him.

“That you are, sweetheart - the very best of them, I think,” he smiled at her. “Thank you - I wasn’t sure about the cap, but I figured, what the heck. I can forego good hair in exchange for school spirit just this one night, right?” Her smirk sent a shiver up his spine - she could do so many things to him with just a look that sometimes it wasn’t fair. He sighed teasingly and shrugged out of his jacket. “Well, never let it be said that I’d let my girlfriend get cold.” He helped her into it and stood back with a grin. “It’s definitely better on you,” he nodded before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I think you should wear leather more often.”

"I think the cap might be my favorite part, other than the jacket, that is." Margo nodded at him. "Sometimes school spirit has to win over good hair." She leaned up to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. "That's because you're the best boyfriend." Margo was excited to wear his jacket and she appreciated his help getting into it. She looked over it once it was on. She really did have the best boyfriend who lent her his jackets. She bit her bottom lip at his comment. "Maybe I should," she whispered back. "I'll have to look into some options." She smirked again.

“Well, if you like it, then it’s all worthwhile,” he grinned. “I don’t know if I’m the best, but I’ll certainly always try to be, because you don’t deserve any less than that.” He grinned down at her, keeping his voice low. “That smirk of yours is a dangerous weapon - when you do that, there’s not a doubt in my mind that I’d do anything for you.” He kissed her one more time, not so concerned about who might be watching. “I love you, Margo Fabray. I can’t even tell you how much.”

"I do like it. You look cute." She became serious for a moment. "You are the best, Jesse. You're the best one for me." Her smirk turned into a grin and she shook her head slightly, trying not to laugh. "I'll keep that in mind in case I want something. Although, I bet a pout would work well too." She laughed this time and kissed him back. "I love you, too, Jesse." She hooked her arm with his. "Should we begin our walk to the game?"

Jesse nodded seriously. “That’s all I ever want to be, Margo - the best, for you.” He cupped her cheek with one hand and chuckled softly. “I think if you pouted, you just might turn me into your slave, sweetheart - I don’t know if I could stand it.” He looked down at their linked arms and marvelled - they fit so well together, and not just physically. Mentally, spiritually, everything. He nodded, smiling, and began walking toward the football field. “Margo, I know this might sound a bit...well, I don’t know the word, exactly. But I was wondering - do you think you could teach me more about religion? I go to mass, and I believe in God - but you have this faith that I’m honestly jealous of. I’d love to learn from you - the kind of things that they don’t teach us in classes.” He blushed a little, hoping it wasn’t too visible in the dark. “I hope that doesn’t sound silly or trite.”

"You already are," she assured him with a smile and then laughed. "Well, then, I'll keep pouting as my secret weapon." She gave a slight nudge to him as they walked together. She was so happy with Jesse. He always made her feel amazing and everything just seemed completely right when she was with him. She looked at him as he spoke about religion. Margo nodded. "Of course. It doesn't sound silly or trite, not at all, Jesse. I'm not sure what I can teach you, but we can certainly talk about things and maybe study religion together. How does that sound?" It actually made her a little nervous. Margo loved her faith and she didn't mind speaking to others about it, but with Jesse, she just hoped she'd be able to give him what he was looking for.

“I’m really glad to hear that,” he smiled back at her. “Yes, I think I’d keep that one as your last-ditch nuclear option or something.” He chuckled as she nudged him, giving her a gentle one back. “That would really be great,” he nodded. “I don’t expect you to - you know, have all the answers or anything, but if we could study it together, and you could explain to me...what makes you believe, that sort of thing, I’d really love to talk about it. I always feel a bit,” he hesitated, “hypocritical, maybe, when I’m in mass. Like I said, I believe, I just - I don’t think I feel it the same way you do, you know?” He looked up at the stars as they walked. “Like - do you feel God, right in this moment? His presence, or whatever you’d call it?”

"Of course," she said again. She was glad he explained a little more on what he wanted out of this. Margo rested her head on him as she slowed their pace. "I think it would be really nice for both of us to study together. I think it would make our relationship even stronger than it already is." She was quiet for a moment and looked up at the stars as well. "Well, God's always with us. So, He is here right now. When I feel Him the most is... when I'm scared or alone or worried. Or when I'm really happy. Or when it's really quiet and peaceful. I guess I do feel Him here all the time, but it's not constantly on my mind." She offered him a smile. "It's very comforting to me knowing that He will never abandon me, no matter what happens. No matter what I do or say, my God will never leave me."

Jesse nodded thoughtfully - this was exactly the kind of discussion he wanted to have with his girlfriend. Her faith was important to her, it was part of what made her who she was, and he wanted very badly to be able to share it. “But,” he asked slowly, “what about in the bad times? I mean - when my own father tells me I can’t come home to visit him, then if God is really there, shouldn’t he keep that from happening? Or at least make me feel better about it?” He bit his lip, looking away. “I’m sorry - this is too deep a conversation for a date, isn’t it? It can wait.”

Margo slowed down her walking until she came to a stop. She turned to face Jesse. She really felt for him. Her own father could be a bit strong willed and cold at times, but Margo never felt unwanted. It broke her heart a little to know Jesse was hurting because of his own father. "Unfortunately God isn't responsible for other people's actions. He can't make your father do anything. It sounds like your dad's heart has hardened and if he could let God in and accept His forgiveness for treating you this way, then things could change, but God can't force your dad to do anything." She took Jesse's hands within her own. "I'm sorry his actions hurt you. But God loves you, Jesse. He takes care of you. You just have to trust Him. If you get angry with Him, you have to work through it and fix your relationship with God. He loves His children. Your dad might push you away, but God will always always accept you. He will always be there for you." She had no problems with this type of conversation now. She didn't want Jesse to be hurting anymore.

Jesse blinked back a tear, frustrated with himself. He hadn’t meant for the evening to go this way, and he certainly hadn’t meant to show quite so much of himself. But he took her hands gratefully. “I guess that’s what I really need your help with, then,” he admitted. “Learning how to fix that relationship. How to have complete faith in Him. I’ve let the bad things that have happened in my life make me feel...distant, I guess, from Him.” He looked her in the eyes, letting her see as much of him as she chose to. “I really want to feel that again. To not feel like the only grand purpose in my life is to show up my father. I’d like there to be something greater than that. To be able to serve Him, and to honor you. Those two things go hand in hand.”

"That's completely understandable," Margo told him softly. "It's easy to blame God when things go bad. I used to do it too. But then I started to realize what happened was done by my actions or someone else's actions, of which I had no control over." She locked eyes with him. "Bad things happen all the time, it's how we deal with them that makes us stronger, that brings us closer to God. He would never give you something you couldn't handle. We are all strong and it's with His help that we survive and grow and become who we want to be. It's because of Him we're together, Jesse, and whatever you want to change or fix can happen. I have all the faith in you. Knowing that you're unhappy with your relationship to God and wanting to fix it, well, He sees that. You can have what you want." Margo tugged him down a little so she could kiss him.

Jesse was grateful for the kiss - it made him feel a bit more self-assured, a bit more grounded. He thought through her words, and found they made more sense in his mind than what they were told in church. They seemed easier to relate to than the big words and heavy-handed preaching. “I’ll try my best,” he promised. “I want to be that person, for you. You inspire me, Margo. It makes me more confident knowing that if I stumble or I need some guidance on that path to fixing that relationship, I can turn to you.” He kissed her again. “I’ll try,” he promised again, pulling her closer.

Margo felt herself tear up slightly, not being able to help it. Jesse had been through so much, felt unloved by his dad, yet he wanted to fix things and make his life better. He knew there was a problem with his relationship with God because of things that happened in his life, and he wanted to fix it. He amazed her. "You inspire me, Jesse," she said softly. "You really do. I will help you with anything you need to. Don't hesitate to come to me if you need to talk. I want to be there for you." She slipped her arms around him and hugged him.

“I don’t know that there’s much that’s inspirational about me, Margo, but thank you,” he hugged her tightly. “I’ll definitely be coming by to talk to you - you have more faith than anyone I know, sweetheart, and you’re my compass. My guiding light.” He kissed the top of her head. “And now,” he cleared his throat, “I’d better finish walking you to the game, before there’s no seats left.”

"Yes, there is, Jesse," she insisted. "I was lucky. My life hasn't had too many bumps in the road. But yours did. And here you are, trying to be closer to God instead of giving up. That's so inspirational. I love you." She kissed him. "I will help you any way I can. I just want you to be happy." She smiled at him. "Yes, we probably should get a move on."

Jesse had to clear his throat. He made her sound like some kind of hero, and all he really wanted was to be better than what he was. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he returned her kiss, soft and sweet, before offering his arm again so they could resume their walk. “Have I mentioned how good you look in my jacket?” he nudged her, trying to lighten the tone of the conversation a little.

Margo hoped Jesse was okay after their talk. She wanted him to have the happiness he deserved. She laughed and nudged him back. "I think you might have mentioned that." She moved in closer to him as they walked and lowered her voice. "So... what kind of other leather would you like to see me in? Leather pants maybe?"

“Well, I didn’t want there to be any confusion,” he chuckled. The image of her in leather pants nearly stopped him in his tracks, but he coughed and kept walking, leaning down to whisper back. “That would be nice - leather pants that just fit you like a glove,” he pretended to space out for a moment, laughing. “You know what would be even better, though?” he leaned right close so his breath would tickle her ear. “Leather underwear.”

"No confusion here." And then she smirked. She liked the way Jesse made her feel sort of sexy. He thought she was beautiful and she knew that sometimes what she wore turned him on. She couldn't wait until he saw her for Halloween. Margo used to try and dress modestly, but now, seeing the way Jesse reacted to things, well, she liked to turn him on. "Leather underwear? I didn't know they made that. So, leather underwear, leather pants. Maybe a short leather tank top that shows some skin. Leather gloves..." She glanced over at him, still smirking.

Jesse clapped a hand to his forehead like he was about to faint. “Oh, give me strength,” he pleaded, laughing. “I hope I’m the only one who’s going to get to see that. Because the things I’d have to do to you if you wore that would be positively indecent!” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her again.

Margo laughed and squeezed his arm, tugging him a little. "Please don't go on me." She shook her head. "I would never wear all leather out in front of everyone like that! I'd be too embarrassed!" She was actually a little concerned about her Halloween costume being revealing. She grinned back at him and kissed him back. "The leather would only be for you."

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Jesse smiled. “But - and this isn’t an encouragement, I definitely only want it to be for me - you’d have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re so beautiful, Margo, you have no idea.”

She blushed slightly at his words. "Thanks," she replied and tucked some hair behind her ear. "But it will still definitely just be for you." Now she wanted to go out and buy a leather outfit. Of course, she'd have to pay for it herself. There was no way she could let her mom buy that stuff. She'd have to get permission to leave on a weekend and maybe take Natalie with her. "Maybe I can wear the leather during Thanksgiving break."

“And suddenly,” he teased, “even putting up with your dad glaring at me is going to be worth it if there’s any possibility of that outfit making an appearance.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. They were rapidly approaching the football field. “So,” he asked, “which side would you like to sit on?”

"Well, then, I better make sure it's there," Margo told him. "It's only fair if you have to put up with my dad's glares." She smiled and bit her bottom lip. She needed to talk to Nat. "The side with more people," she answered, watching the stadium approach. "It's more fun to cheer in a big crowd."

“Well, I’d put up with those just for the chance to be there with you, sweetheart, but I certainly wouldn’t complain if that outfit comes along as a nice bonus.” He nodded. “Sounds good to me.” He led her to the bleachers and gestured for her to go first, so she could pick the row she wanted. The building was already humming with noise, and he was reminded of why he loved sports. They just brought people together like nothing else.

"Hm..." She thought for a moment and tapped her finger against her chin. "I think it'll be a surprise where that outfit will come to play." She wondered if she could get it before his birthday. Margo led the way up the bleachers a bit and then across the row to an empty spot. She sat down, leaving room for Jesse beside her. The game was just about to start and she was getting very excited.

“I like this idea,” he smiled at her. “I’ll be looking forward to that surprise, I’ll tell you right now.” He followed her up and took a seat beside her, looping an arm around her shoulders with a smile. It was nearly time for kickoff, and he was looking forward to seeing the team in action. He gave Margo a squeeze and looked around the packed stadium, nodding happily at the number of students who’d come out.

"It's always nice to have something to look forward to," Margo agreed and smiled at him. She snuggled into Jesse as they watched the game. She was so happy to be here with him tonight. It was fun to be able to just be out around everyone with her boyfriend and have a good time. She felt so good. By now the game was heading toward the fourth quarter. Margo leaned closer to Jesse. "How much do you care about seeing the end of the game," she whispered to him.

Jesse had enjoyed the game - football was always fun to watch, and he was even happier that he’d been able to watch it in the company of his beautiful girlfriend. However, when she leaned over and whispered in his ear, he had absolutely no more thoughts of football. “A hell of a lot less than I care about whatever you have in mind,” he whispered back with a grin.

Margo grinned back at him and stood up from her seat. She took is hand and gave it a tug. "Come on, let's go."

“Definitely,” Jesse agreed. He edged past the people further down the row with murmured apologies, and led Margo quickly down the bleachers. “So, where are we going?” he whispered in her ear.

Margo mumbled a few apologies as well, but once they were out of the bleachers and walking away, she quickly linked her arm with Jesse's. "I don't know, somewhere away from everyone else," she answered, a little giddy. "We should find a place to sit."

“That spot behind the equipment sheds, maybe? The one I took you to before?” he suggested with a smile. “If you wouldn’t be too cold back there? I can always get us a blanket if you need one.”

"Good idea." She smiled at him and turned to head in that direction. It wasn't too far away, which was good. She just hoped no one else was there already. "I don't think I'll be cold. I'll probably get warmed up pretty quickly, actually."

Jesse’s smile became a full-on grin. He didn’t expect anything out of the evening, but she was being very flirty, and even a few minutes spent kissing would be heaven. He could honestly kiss her lips all night and never tire of the feeling. And hey, if things went any further - well, that would be just fine too. He’d had a good night. Their talk about faith had been exactly what he needed to feel like he finally had a direction to head in in terms of his relationship with God, and it had been fantastic to spend time with her at the football game, out in the open like boyfriends and girlfriends did outside the walls of AWM. “I’ll do what I can to keep you warm,” he promised, unlinking their arms so he could wrap his around her shoulders.

"Thanks," she replied and leaned into him. She was happy to get away from the crowd. While it had been fun and she really enjoyed herself, she wanted some alone time with her boyfriend. It was hard to get that at this school. But tonight was a good night for it. Mostly everyone was at the football game. She didn't know what she wanted to do with Jesse or how far she wanted it to go, but she definitely wanted to make out. She loved the feeling of him wanting her. "Here we are." She checked to make sure no one was watching them before she moved behind the sheds, glad to see they were definitely alone.

Jesse loved the spot, because it was rare that anyone used it. And if he were honest, should there have been anyone there tonight, he would have told them to leave. He valued his alone time with Margo far too much to let someone spoil it. Taking off his sweater, which left him in a t-shirt, he laid it out on the ground for Margo to sit down on. “No sense getting your dress dirty,” he smiled, reaching out to play with the ends of her hair and slide one finger down her cheek. “I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the entire school, do you know that?” he whispered. “In the whole world. I don’t quite know how I ever got so lucky.”

"Thank you." Margo sat down on his sweater. She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him softly. "You got lucky because I got lucky in finding you. You're one of the best things in my life, Jesse." She kissed him again and ran her hands up and down his bare arms. "Do you want your jacket back? I don't want you to be cold."

“Of course,” he smiled, sitting down beside her and happily taking a kiss. “I’m really glad you think so, sweetheart - I don’t deserve you, at all, but I’ll always do my best to be as worthy of you as I can be.” He smiled at the feeling of her warm hands on his slightly cold arms. “Not at all,” he assured her. “I’m not cold, and with a few more kisses like that I might just be too warm.” The sentiment didn’t stop him from leaning over and kissing her, more deeply this time.

"Please don't say that," Margo replied, eyebrows drawing together. "Don't think you don't deserve me. You do. Of course you do." She kissed him back, scooting a little closer and sliding one of her hands back up his arm while the other rested on his knee.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he promised. “I won’t say that - I’m really glad that you think I do.” His hand found her side and slid under his leather jacket, caressing her through the thin fabric of her dress. “So beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “My beautiful girlfriend.”

"Good." She smiled. "You should think that too." She leaned into him a little more as his hand moved against her side. It felt so good. "And my handsome, kind, wonderful boyfriend." She began kissing up his jaw to his ear before moving her lips down his neck.

“I’ll try my best to,” he promised. “Uh,” he groaned softly as her lips met his jaw. The sensations only got better when she found his neck, and he let his hand begin to wander. They were alone, after all, and his jacket would mask most of what was happening. He slid it up and over, until he could feel the firm weight of her breast in his hand, and he squeezed it through the fabric of her dress and her bra. She wouldn’t feel it as well as she could be, he knew, but he hoped it would have some effect all the same.

Margo sucked and nipped at the base of his neck, but she was trying to be careful since she didn't want to leave any marks there. He didn't have any way to cover them really. Not like she did with her hair or a turtleneck or scarf. She breathed out as he squeezed her breast and then she sucked a little harder at his skin. Her hand squeezed his knee gently.

Jesse wasn’t terribly concerned about a bruise on his neck - at least, not for his own sake. But he hoped there wouldn’t be one for hers, because he didn’t want her to be embarrassed if he was walking around sporting one. He didn’t want her to move away from his neck, though, either, and so in the end he made no move to stop her. His other hand slid under his jacket as well so that he could find her other breast and give it similar treatment - gentle squeezes, enough to be felt through her clothes but (he hoped) not enough to seem rough or demanding. As always, her comfort came first.

Margo pulled away from him for a moment to take in a deep breath. He was turning her on and she wished they were in a room somewhere alone. It was risky being outside and doing this. "Jesse," she whispered and began to kiss up his neck again. "Here, lay down." She eased him back and laid down next to him so she was half on top of him. She slid her hand down his chest as she went back to kissing and sucking lightly at his neck.

“Margo,” he whispered in reply, lying down with her. “Here,” he lifted her just enough to grab his sweater from underneath them and draped it over their lower bodies, so it wouldn’t be quite as obvious to anyone passing by what he had in mind. As she nipped at his neck, he rested a hand on her thigh, playing with the hem of her dress. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly. He knew that what he had in mind, especially in public, might be pushing things a step too far. But it would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping to get the go-ahead.

Margo felt a little warmer once the sweater was over her. Her teeth made contact with his skin and nibbled lightly before pulling back. She locked eyes with him and nodded. "Of course I do." She leaned in to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip.

Jesse kissed her back passionately, his hand sliding under her dress and up her thigh until his fingers were tracing her sex through the fabric of her panties. He made slow, careful patterns with his touches, back and forth, back and forth, and he could feel the heat from her center through the fabric. “Are you,” he asked between kisses, “sure? You know what I’m asking?” He kissed her again. Her lips tasted different tonight, and he briefly wondered if she’d changed her lip gloss or something. And then he moved his fingers again, and idle thoughts were gone. There was just him, and her, and the moment.

Margo placed light kisses along his jaw and neck again. She wasn't really focused on her own actions, but on his. Her breaths were becoming slightly more shallow as she became even more turned on. She brought her lips back to his. "I'm-" She kissed him. "I'm sure." She was pretty sure she knew what he was asking. She glanced around. She didn't see anyone. She kissed him, a little harder this time, her tongue running over his bottom lip.

Jesse smiled, kissing her back as gently as he could, his own tongue darting out to meet hers. His hand, in the meantime, pushed her underwear aside. His finger traced her lips, gathering a little of her wetness, and carefully pushed inside her. He began a slow rhythm, in and out, cautious not to penetrate her any deeper than he had that day in the mansion. His heart felt like it was going to burst. He loved her so much, and the trust that she put in him was enough to bring tears to his eyes. But he focused on kissing her, and on keeping his motions steady.

"Mmm," Margo whimpered against his mouth. She pressed her tongue against his and then bit his bottom lip. She didn't want to make any noises, didn't want anyone to hear them, but he was making her feel so good. "Jesse..." she breathed after breaking the kiss. She lowered her head slightly and breathed shallowly against his neck.

The feeling of her whimper was like nothing else, the way it echoed in his mouth and seemed to go straight into his brain. “God, Margo,” he whispered once she’d stopped kissing him. He knew she was trying to be quiet, and wondered if he should help. It wouldn’t do either of them any good to get caught. Carefully adding another finger to his exploration of her, he brought his other hand over and put his palm down over her mouth, hoping that she’d understand what he was doing.

Margo suddenly wished they hadn't started as he added another finger. Of course, she wanted to keep this going, but it was so hard to stay quiet. She let out a soft moan after his hand came over her mouth. Her eyes closed and she felt even more turned when he put his hand there. She slid her hand up and down his chest, over his shirt.

Jesse felt her moan against his palm. “That’s right,” he whispered as her hand roamed his chest. “Make all the noise you need to, sweetheart, I’ll make sure no one hears. I’m going to make you feel so good, love.” He backed up his words by increasing the pace of his fingers, scissoring them on each thrust but still careful not to go any deeper inside her. “Just let it happen,” he whispered, “let it happen, Margo, it’s going to feel so good when you get there, sweetheart. Let it build inside you until it explodes,” he increased his pace yet again.

His encouragements were really helping. She wasn't thinking about anything else anymore, not about being outside or possibly getting caught. She was just with him now, here, feeling everything. Margo squirmed a bit, her hips rising a little, not knowing why she was doing it, but just letting her body sort of take control. "Jesse," she mumbled against his hand and then moaned again, though she was still trying to be quiet.

Jesse watched wonderingly as her hips lifted off the ground - he felt so special, to be the one to make her feel this way, and he was determined to make her feel as good as he could possibly manage. “Yes,” he whispered, feeling her start to clench around his fingers, “yes, Margo, yes love, let me take you there. Close your eyes and let yourself fly - I’m here with you, and I’m going to get you there. Just let it happen, sweetheart - you’re nearly there, it’s so close now, and you’re so beautiful, just let yourself go for me.”

She listened to him, her eyes closing and her breathing coming in short and fast through her nose. She almost wanted more from him, but she was glad he wasn't going too far with his fingers. She was glad he was the one staying in control because she couldn't. Margo cried out against his hand, her body jerking against him as she breathed heavily through her nose, almost unable to catch her breath. It took a moment for her body to calm and she slowly came back down from the sudden high she felt.

Jesse whispered soft encouragements in her ear until she relaxed, and then decided to see if he could give her just a little more. “One more, sweetheart,” he encouraged her, resuming his rhythm but adding a gentle brush of her clit with each stroke. “We can get you one more, I’m sure of it. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before, I want to take you so high, love.” He looked down at her, the flush in her cheeks and the way her eyes were tightly shut, and he hoped he could deliver on his promise - and quickly - because she was more beautiful in the throes of passion than he could have imagined. “We can do this, love, just let me get you there.”

Margo didn't know what he was trying to do, but she knew it all felt good when he was touching her. Immediately she began to tense up and felt that building again. How was he able to do this to her? Her eyes were still shut and she was flushed and sweating. It was getting a little difficult to breathe only through her nose, but it was better than making too much noise. She whimpered and her hips jerked. She groaned beneath his hand. She was so close again.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her ear, feeling the way she was squeezing his fingers on each thrust. He knew he had to move his hand soon, because she was turning really red, but he wanted to let her have her orgasm without worry about alerting anyone, and he couldn’t do that without muffling her cries. He thrust harder, faster, the pressure on her clit increasing. “Come for me, Margo,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

Margo was about to lose it. Her body jerked again and noises came out of her mouth that she wasn't even aware of. She clenched around his fingers a second time and was once again trying to catch her breath. She felt exhausted and relaxed and wonderful. She didn't want to move now that her body was going back to a calm state. She just wanted to stay here with Jesse forever.

Jesse moved his hand away from her mouth when she stopped trembling, replacing it with his lips. He kissed her softly, sweetly, no pressure or tongue, just a chaste kiss while she caught her breath. “Did you like that?” he murmured against her lips. “Was that okay, that I went for another one?” he felt suddenly worried that he’d pushed her too far.

She was still working on catching her breath, but she managed to kiss Jesse back. Margo nodded. She couldn't yet say anything. She didn't know what to say or how to say it. She felt too amazing for words.

“Good,” he sighed, relieved. He eased his fingers out of her and carefully readjusted her underwear before bringing them to his lips and licking them clean. “God, you taste so good,” he groaned. “I love you so much.” He kissed her again and adjusted their positions so that he could lay on his back and cradle her head to his chest. He ran his fingers idly through her blonde hair, smiling at the feeling.

Margo swallowed hard and licked her lips. She had finally gotten her breathing under control and she watched him as he licked his fingers. When she kissed him back, he tasted different. She kind of liked it. She rested her head on him and she could hear his heart beating. "I love you, too," she said softly. "So so much, Jesse." She lightly ran her hands over his abdomen. "That was amazing."

“Nothing but the best for you, love. Now and always. I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel that good. You’re beautiful, and I’m so proud to call you mine.” He felt the cool air around them, which he hadn’t been paying much attention to until now, and frowned. “You must be freezing, Margo.” He sighed dejectedly. “I guess I should get you back to the dorm. It’s so frustrating, the way we can’t spend a night together. I just want to - to experience each other like that, and then let you drift off in my arms until the next morning.” He had his own needs too, of course, but it was getting late and it really was cold. He was far more concerned with those things than he was with asking anything of her.

"And I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel that good too," she replied. Margo looked up at him. "I'm proud you are mine, too, Jesse." When he mentioned going back, Margo pressed her face into his chest. She didn't want to leave, no matter how cold she was getting. "I'm not cold," she lied, though her hands were freezing and goose bumps had popped up over her legs. She sniffled. She wanted to stay here with him. "I want to sleep next to you. I don't want to go back." She sighed and tried not to cry. It was so unfair to feel so connected to Jesse and not want to be apart from him, yet she had to sleep alone and feel so lonely at night.

“I know, sweetheart,” he sighed, rubbing her back. “I wish there was a way. But it’s too cold to sleep outside, and imagine how people would talk if you didn’t come back to the dorm tonight. I hate this,” he shook his head. “I hate leaving you alone. I just want to be with you, to hold you and keep you warm and safe, to kiss your temple when you’re having bad dreams. I need that so badly, love. But I can’t see a way right now. At least not until thanksgiving. I’m sorry - I wish I had another way.” He thought for a moment. “Unless...if we both got passes to be off campus for a weekend - not this weekend, of course, there’s too much going on - but maybe next weekend? I could hire us a car, we could go into the city and find a hotel or something?” he was suddenly hopeful. He took her hand and sighed at how cold it felt in his own. “Come on, love. We need to get back. But tell me what you think - would that be too transparent, if we were both gone?”

"Yeah..." she said softly and sniffled again, trying very hard not to cry now, especially with everything he was saying. She wanted that, too. To sleep beside him and kiss him goodnight and just be near him. Margo looked up at him as he mentioned leaving campus. She swiped at her eyes and sat up a little. "That could work, maybe. We'd need parental permission, wouldn't we?" She frowned. "And they would have to pick us up, wouldn't they? Unless... What about Niki?" She shook her head. "I mean, you're talking about Halloween weekend. So, what if the three of us got passes for overnight. Even just one night. Because the haunted houses are late at night. Maybe they'd let us stay somewhere if we had permission from our parents. They'd think you two would be in a room and I, in the other, but then you can sleep with me and Niki could be on his own. If you trust Niki to keep secrets, I would too. Do you think it could work?" She had spoken so fast and now she was shivering out of both being cold and also out of the excitement of doing something bad, yet worth it.

Jesse nodded thoughtfully, excited as well. “Yes...yeah, that would totally work. It’d be no problem for me to get permission, and I don’t think it’d be any trouble for Niki either - do you think your parents would be okay with that? Because I know Niki would totally have my back if we wanted to do that. That would be so great!” he embraced her happily. “You’re a genius!” he kissed her, grinning from ear to ear.

"I think I could get my mom to say yes," Margo replied, nodding. "He would? Good. Because then no one could be too suspicious if Niki's with us. And only being gone one night will be even less suspicious than that." She smiled and hugged him tightly. "Well, it was only because of your idea that we got there." She laughed a little and kissed him. "Can we go now? I'm freezing. You must be even colder. Here. Put your sweater on." She handed it to him.

Jesse was actually vibrating with excitement as he hugged her- this plan could actually work, and he’d finally have the chance to spend the night with his girlfriend. It was like a dream come true. He was definitely cold, though, so he kissed her back and took his sweater from her, brushing the grass off of it before pulling it gratefully over his head. “Yeah, let’s get you inside,” he smiled. “Why don’t you hang onto my jacket for now? It looks better on you anyway.” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again before offering her his arm.

Margo nodded when he agreed to go inside. She was absolutely freezing. "Thank you." She was so glad he said she could keep his jacket on for now. It was way too cold for her to be without it. She kissed him back and linked her arm with his. She shivered and moved in closer to him. It was cold, but she almost didn't care. She just kept thinking about being able to sleep next to Jesse and then wake up beside him. That thought kept her smiling.

Jesse led her back toward the dorm, pulling her close to his side and kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry I let you get so cold, sweetheart - I should have brought another sweater.” He had to be better than that, he had to make sure she was always taken care of. That was his job, after all. But he was also thinking at a million miles an hour, trying to picture how wonderful it would be to be in a hotel with her.

"It's not your fault," Margo assured him. "Besides, I'm fine. We'll be back to the dorms soon." She couldn't wait to get warm, but then she'd have to leave Jesse. It was a win-lose situation. "Are you excited for the dance tomorrow?" She looked over at him with a smile.

“I really am” he smiled back at her. “I’ve got my tuxedo all ready to go! We’re going to be the best-dressed couple in the place.” He nudged her playfully, “and you’ve got the award for prettiest girl in the place locked up, of course.”

"Me, too," she agreed. "My dress is ready and I planned out how I want my hair to look and everything." She nodded. "We will be. And you'll have the award for most handsome, of course." She leaned up to kiss his cheek.

Jesse unhooked his arm so he could pick her up and spin her around. It was very 50’s movie of him, and probably cheesy as all hell, but he could care less right then. “I love you so much!” he shouted excitedly, not caring who heard him. He set her back down and kissed her, hard, before sliding an arm under her and picking her up, cradling her to his chest.

Margo held on tightly to him, laughing as he spun her around. She grinned up at him and kissed him back. She let out a short squeal and another laugh as he picked her up again. She wrapped an arm around to the back of his neck, holding onto him. "I am so in love with you," she told him softly, a smile still on her face.

“That works out really well,” he smiled down at her, walking her toward the dorm. “Because I am so in love with you too.” He could see the entrance from where he was standing, and it hurt his heart just like it did every time. But until the absolute last moment, he wasn’t letting her out of his arms. “You know,” he said softly, “there is one thing that makes me absolutely certain that God watches over me. And that one thing is that he brought you to me.”

She sighed contently and let her head rest against him. She was so happy when she was with Jesse. Margo lifted her head slightly and kissed him. "God did bring us together," she agreed. If neither had attended this school, they wouldn't know each other. "I'm thankful for that, for you, every day." She kissed him again.

“And I am for you,” he promised her. “Sometimes when I’m in mass, I really don’t know what to say in my prayers. What I should ask of Him, or promise Him. And when that happens, I always know I have one thing to say, one thing to thank Him for. And that’s you.” He kissed her again, sighing as he realized they’d reached the door. “We’re here,” he whispered softly.

She let her head rest against him as he spoke. How nice would it be to be laying next to him, listening to him speak before drifting off to sleep. "You are so sweet, Jesse. I thank Him for you all the time." She frowned slightly and pressed her face into him. "Too soon," she muttered.

“I know,” he murmured, kissing her head. “But soon - only a week, and we’ll be able to fall asleep together, the way we should. I promise you.” He didn’t care what he had to give Niki, who he had to kill, anything, he was going to make this happen.

"Okay," she agreed and pulled away from him, ready to be set back down. She looked to him. "Can we meet for breakfast tomorrow?"

“We can definitely do that,” he promised, setting her down and kissing her one more time. He didn’t care that they were in view of the dorm - he was not going to bed without kissing his girlfriend goodnight. “I’ll meet you in the dining hall?”

"Good." She smiled and kissed him back. She didn't care that they were in front of the dorms either. By now, most people should know they were dating and a kiss never hurt anyone. "I'll meet you there. Oh! Your jacket." She began sliding her arms out of the warm sleeves.

“Nope,” he shook his head, reaching out to still her movements. “You hold onto it for me. I’m sure you’ll be able to return it at some point.” He smiled, backing slowly away as he tried to drink in one last look at her. “Goodnight, my love.”

Margo grinned, keeping the jacket on. She had the best boyfriend, letting her keep his jacket for a while. She gave him a small wave. "Goodnight," she said softly, staying there for a moment, before deciding that one of them needed to leave first or they would probably be standing outside for the next ten minutes. She headed inside, still smiling.