What a Terrible Day. Period.

As James pulled away Bonnie felt her face which was still flushed. "Your right." she said softly and kissed his cheek lightly then hopped off of the counter. She turned as the coffee finished brewing poured each of them a cup. She added what she wanted to hears, and took a drink.

He had hoped that Bonnie would still 'want to'; even if he was fine, he still thought that she would want to, in case he had died again, for whatever reason. His hand reached out, slowly grabbing the handle of the cup that Bonnie had poured for him: It was rather toasty, the heat seemed to penetrate through the mug and to his hand.

He looked to Bonnie, then, as she began to pour her things into her coffee: cream, sugar, perhaps some coffee flavoring, he was not sure. As she had finished, he soon walked over to the counter, reaching out his warm hand, the one that was not holding the cup, and opened the carton back up as he began adding a little to his cup before setting it back down onto the granite countertop: it was beautiful, a maroon color with gorgeous white specs seemingly laid within the rock, although it appeared to be by nature, a thing of beauty.

James had thought for but a moment whilst he took a sip of his warm, silk-textured coffee. Proceeding to place the cup on the counter before walking over to her, Bonnie, and taking her mug from her, which he also placed on the counter top, before slightly pushing her up against the edge lightly and kissing her. Running his hands up through her hair and onto the small of her back, he did not let up.

Bonnie had been looking out the window when she felt James' hand take her mug and set it aside and he turned her around and he kissed her. She didn't hesitate and kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck again. She hadn't wanted to stop before but what James had said about him just being 'revived' brought her out of it. But seeing as he wanted to too she wasn't going to object. Just be extra careful. She could feel his mouth pressed against hers and she let his tongue gain access of her mouth and could feel it warm and wet against her lips.

James enjoyed the warmth that being inside Bonnie's mouth had brought to his lips, a sense of closeness, of intimacy soon rushed over him as he felt her warm arms around his neck, again. The warmth from them, from her coffee seemed almost instant on the short hairs, making him ticklish once more, as he tried to hold back his laughs in that moment.

He soon reached his hands down and. once again, grabbed her lightly right beneath her butt, lifting her up onto the counter top. Further away then they were before, it was cooler; not having the coffee pot right beside them seemed to cool things down more.

He moved his hands up a little from their original position: on her thighs, up to the small of her back again, slowly lifting up her shirt, not breaking the very intimate kiss that they had going on in the process.

As James lifted her shirt she moved her hands so he could lift it off with out breaking the kiss, she moved her hands to his shirt and got it off around his shoulders. She slowly ran her hands over his scar lightly to make sure she didn't hurt him.

As his shirt began to be lifted up and up, he could feel his scare prickling a little as the fabric rubbed against it slowly, causing little friction. But nevertheless, he loved Bonnie, he is in love with her, and did not want to let a silly scar get in the way of his love for her, especially then, in that moment of love; passion.

Both of their shirts now lay on the floor of Bonnie's house, or actually, hers was thrown onto the edge of an open cupboard and his hung from the corner of the stove, dangling there, hanging in midair, much like their love was: frozen in time. He looked into her eyes, as hers continued to remain closed: she appeared to be enjoying the moment that they were in, like being in limbo; no support, nor did they need any.

James soon felt her hand run over his scar gently, the prickling appeared to be gone as her hands stopped moving just after, seemingly wrapped around his body still as he continued to kiss her, tongue continued moving around in her mouth, playing with hers, as well as tickling; rubbing against her cheeks, trying to stimulate her even more then he already had.

Bonnie was caught up in the emotion and the passion of everything. James kept his mouth on hers and she kissed him even deeper. She quietly whispered "I love you"

James sighed as she spoke, in between her words, he took breaths and let them go out the sides of his mouth, a smile soon began to spread across his face from ear to ear, his clean, white teeth showing through as they continued the kiss.

The window began fogging up, again: by sitting next to it, it appeared to be catching all the heat from their bodies. He slowly opened his eyes, being sure not to break the very intimate; close kiss that they had going on, and looked at her: She appeared to be having a nice time with him in that moment, her skin was a nice chocolate color, really sexy; he thought.

Slowly running his hands up her back, he slowly, almost without movement, un-hooked her brazier as he threw it into the living room area by the chair that Bonnie had sat in the night prior. But he did manage to get out something of a whisper during that moment of passion. "I love you, too, hun".

He slowly moved his lips down to her neck, lightly kissing it as she stayed, sitting on the counter top. He preferred to give Bonnie 'everything', even if it meant nothing for him. James liked to 'please' his girlfriend, which he was deeply in love with, as he began licking near her collarbone, then lightly breathing onto it; hoping to give her a chill that would excite her even more.

Bonnie awoke awhile later in James' arms on the carpet in front of her fireplace. It was warm and had a very romantic feel. She turned slightly around to see him right there still sleeping. She reached up and kissed him lightly on the cheek. She laid her head back on his chest and enjoyed the perfect moment full of bliss, love and passion.

The previous hours had just been pure... love. It was just filled with intimacy, that closeness that each relationship needs if it is going to survive, which he was sure theirs would. That night was so passionate, James could not help but feel even more love for her, Bonnie, then he had previously, if that was at all possible.

He had soon awoken to find Bonnie laying with his arm around her, much like a cradle with a beautiful baby inside. But it was true, there was a beautiful, well she wasn't a baby, a beautiful woman lying there with him, as the heat from the fireplace warmed them, making the experience even more amazing.

But as the kiss had soon been applied to his warm cheek, he knew, at that moment, exactly. Exactly. How he had felt, felt about her. James laid there, silent, acting as though asleep, but with his eyes open to look at the fire whilst Bonnie laid her head on his warm chest. Enjoying the heat, from both the fire, and from her, he continued to just lay there.

Bonnie took comfort in being with James and she loved every minuet of it. After 20 minuets or so she got up and looked into the fireplace and curled her legs up and wrapped her arms around herself. She tried to be careful not to wake James but she wasn't to sure if she was successful. She looked into the fire and thought about everything that happened in the storm and felt soft tears run down her cheeks. It's over. She thought to herself and wiped away her tears. Not something to cry about. To wipe away the bad memories with good ones of James and all of their time together. How they first met. Their first 'date' at the bonfire. Then she realized there was only one time that they were together that something bad had not happened, and that was at the picnic. The picnic they had was absolutely perfect in every way. She couldn't have asked for anything better. she thought about the necklace that he had gotten her and luckily she had kept it at home in her room today. Or else she might have loosed it.

James could feel Bonnie sit up, followed by her hands being moved as she had soon moved over by the fireplace. It was obvious she was not trying to wake him, believing him to still be asleep; it was sweet. The trouble Bonnie had gone through for him, from reviving to stumbling around, trying to keep warm by the fireplace.

Even with all of the stumbling around, however, James still managed to stay awake. Soon sitting up with nothing on but his boxer shorts that he wore after he had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace. He scuttled over to her as she sat near him, and kissed her rather gently on the lips. The moment was about to be ruined, however, as he could hear footsteps coming to the door.

Bonnie heard footsteps and panicked a bit thinking it was her dad. "James get dressed" she said with a slight urgency and she got up and put on her clothes quickly. She had to grad her shirt and she decided to just hid her bra and put James' jacket back on. She walked back over to the couch and sat next to James who got his clothes on just as her dad walked into the house.

Soon the kiss had broken, causing James to be a little saddened by the sudden surge of shock that appeared to hit Bonnie as she pulled away, telling him to get dressed. He did so, not because she told him, or more of a yell, but because he did not feel like getting caught making out with Bonnie in his underpants by someone who could very well be her father.

Quickly getting to his feet, he ran around the living room and kitchen, picking up his clothes and sloppily putting them on one by one. As her father walked in, however, he had stood in the entrance with Bonnie with only one pant leg on, his other leg was bare. No, not now. Too soon. He repeated over in his head, although it appeared to be too late as he had soon walked through the door and over the threshold, peering at James in his jeans, watching him slowly do up his button and fly.

Bonnie's father stood at the entrance, jaw seemingly had dropped to the floor. James did not apparently know what to do, as he too, stood there after he had completed doing up his pants. But, seeming to want to make the most of the situation, he looked over to Bonnie and kissed her, more of a peck but less then a make-out session, before standing up and looking at Mr. Bennett. "Nice to meet you again sir. Pleasure" James said, wishing they could have met again under less.. awkward circumstances. He could have sworn with the last sentence that he had somewhat of a british accent coming through, unsure of whether or not it was from the awkward predicament, or, the awkward predicament. Proceeding to open the door, he slowly departed, and could hear Bonnie being some what scolded at by her father.