The New Mrs. Chasez

Gabby looked over at her sleeping husband. It was lucky she hadn’t expected him to entertain her on the flight to New York to see her father – unless she could amuse herself watching him sleep. She supposed he needed the rest. The previous night they had gotten very little.

After his introduction to “doggie style” they had ordered the strawberries and cream to go with their champagne. With very little food in her stomach the bubbly wine had made her tipsy quickly. It made her giggly and bold. She blushed to think of where on JC’s lean body she licked the cream! And even more shocking was where he had eaten freshly crushed berries! Of course, that had left them a sticky mess.

JC had run a bath for the both of them. Once they had washed each other thoroughly, she demonstrated her English saddle riding again, much to the delight of her husband. Not quite the fantasy he had in mind – he had said it was even better. Once dried, he carried her to bed to love her once more.

That morning she had joined him for his shower. It was his turn to show her how it was possible to make love standing. She had never enjoyed hygiene more!

She had to admit she was a little sore from all the recreation, still she found nothing to regret. Her new husband was a caring, creative lover who didn’t mind letting her explore. He had saved her from Alfred Von Hatten and a life of abuse and unhappiness. She should want for nothing more – but she did.

Gabby wanted JC’s love.

JC stirred and opened his eyes. Seeing Gabby studying him, he smiled sleepily. “Hey, pretty baby, come here often?”

“Is that one of those lame come on lines Joey warned me about?” she teased.

“I never even got a chance to use them on you.”

“That may have been a good thing.”

“Probably. You left me tongue-tied.”

She leaned in for a soft kiss. “And there are much better uses for that talented tongue,” she reminded him huskily.

“Dammit, Gabby,” he growled lowly, “keep that up and you’ll join the Mile High Club.”

“What is that?” she asked innocently.

“People who have sex on an airplane.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oooh, might we?”

He laughed. “You’re kidding.”

“Non.”

“Gabby?” By the look on her face, she was serious!

“Sounds decadent and positively naughty. Have you ever?

“No!” How had this gone from a taunt to something she wanted to do? Where had he lost control of the situation?

“We can join together then! Where?”

“Gabs...”

She leaned in stroking the hard swell at the front of his jeans. “Please, mon cheri? Soon I shall confront my king who is very displeased with me. It would be wonderful to feel something of you within me.”

“Damn.” Snatching her hand from his pants, he kept it in his and he made his way down the aisle to the bathroom. Closing the door, he locked it. Setting her on the small lavatory counter, he shoved her skirt up and stroked her satiny thighs. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he murmured as he squeezed her breasts beneath her shirt.

“I want my lover,” she announced opening his jeans.

“You so have me. Every inch is yours.”

She gave him a saucy grin. “All that for me? You are very generous, Joshua.”

“So are you, baby.” JC closed his mouth over hers as Mr. and Mrs. Chasez joined the Mile High Club.

JC had refused to let Gabby return to her father’s embassy; afraid she would somehow be trapped there. Much to King Theodore’s displeasure, the new husband arranged a meeting between father and daughter in a neutral hotel suite. It was his misfortune to receive a phone call just as King Theodore’s entourage arrived. Grumbling, he stepped out of the room momentarily.

“Bonjour, mon pare,” Gabby greeted him softly. She could see he was furious at being summoned by an American commoner to a hotel to see his wayward daughter.

“You have behaved badly, Gabriella,” the King pronounced without greeting. “It is time to stop this nonsense—”

“I have no desire to do so.”

“Desire?” King Theodore grabbed his daughter’s arm roughly. “You little harlot! No man will want you now.”

“Get your hand off my wife,” JC growled when he walked in on the scene.

Theodore looked between the two in shock. “Your wife? Gabriella—”

“That’s right. Gabby is my wife – and I am the only man who has the right to touch her in any fashion,” JC told his royal father-in-law as he brought Gabby against his side. “You okay, baby?”

Gabby nodded, her eyes awash with tears.

“I shall have the marriage annulled,” her father stated.

“That’d be tough. The marriage has been consummated.” JC smiled at Gabby. “Quite often actually. Gabby is known as my wife. And you won’t get either of us to agree with it.”

“This is an outrage!” the King bellowed. “Who are you to marry a princess?”

“Her lover – ask that bastard Von Hatten. I’m the man who cares about her. A man who has the money to fight you if need be.”

The King was silent for a while more then finally announced to Gabby, “I disown you!”

Gabby held her head up high. “As you wish, your highness.”

JC thought she had never looked so regal or dignified as she did at that moment.

Turning on his heels, King Theodore swept out of the room, full of righteous indignation.

Silent tears slipped down Gabby’s cheeks. She had just been stripped of family and country – this was the ultimate price she paid for personal freedom.

“It’s all right baby,” JC crooned as he held her close.

“I have lost everything,” she sobbed softly.

“You still have me, baby,” he reminded her gently.

Gabby gazed up into his beautiful, kind eyes. Yes, she did have JC’s name, but for how much longer? He had married her to keep her from deportation, not out of love.

If she had found being part of NSYNC’s entourage difficult, Gabby discovered by JC Chasez’s wife even more so. It had become everyone’s ticket to invade her privacy. Suddenly, she was newsworthy. Her entire life, from the time she took her first breath until the present, was now openly on display. In her home country, the press had known its boundaries. Here paparazzi had none. In America, they had no line they wouldn’t cross. Simply bearing the name of Mrs. JC Chasez was their license to watch her every movement!

Gabby hadn’t imagined how exactly her tour life with JC would change. She had ridden the bus with him before she’d moved in with Lance. Now, it was different. JC no longer abided by her no-sex-on-the-bus policy. It seemed Justin and Chris afforded them a privacy she hadn’t expected. Justin didn’t taunt JC about his closeness to Gabby – and Chris no longer teased that she was JC’s little princess. It had the makings of an uncomfortable situation.

“This has to stop,” Gabby declared when she entered the compartment where all three men sat. Justin and Chris rose to leave.

“What?” Chris asked.

“Have I developed some sort of objectionable condition that makes you unable to stand my presence?”

“Heck no!” Justin protested.

“Then, please, sit down.” she commanded.

Both men resumed their seats across from JC as she sat next to him.

JC reached over to rub her back.

“Does it make you uncomfortable when Josh touches me in front of you?”

“No. It’s an improvement over the calf-eyes,” Chris stated.

JC protested, “Hey!”

“Oh, hush, Josh,” Gabby retorted. “Even I got tired of that.” She laughed then looked to Justin. “And you?”

“We were trying to give you privacy.”

“Privacy is for the bedroom. We share this bus. I do not expect privacy in common areas. If you catch us kissing or whatever outside our room, the problem is our lack of control, not yours for catching us.”

It was almost as if everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Gabby,” Justin said. “I guess we were feeling a little awkward.”

She smiled. “I am still Gabby – just Chasez not du Gautier.”

“And it’s a hellava lot easier to say,” Chris quipped.

JC got into the act then. “Have you ever hear the whole thing? Let’s see...Princess Gabriella Celestine Marie du Gautier de La Rosa. Did I get it all, baby?”

“Oui. Is it any wonder I shortened it?”

“Shit add Von Hatten to that and it’d take an hour to introduce you,” Justin laughed.

“Gabby Chasez suits me fine.” She shrugged. “Now I have a four syllable married name as opposed to a 21 syllable married name. Wonderful trade off.”

Chris chuckled. “Writing checks must be a killer.”

“Mon ami, princesses do not write checks. That is what secretaries are for.”

The conversation finally sunk into JC. “Ya mean you married me to shorten your name?” he demanded in mock irritation.

“Mais oui!”

And they all laughed.

“Something smells great,” Justin declared as he came into the small bus kitchen. He was surprised to see Gabby at the stove.

“I am making dinner,” Gabby called from the stove.

“Wha?...” Justin wanted to run for safety.

“Coward,” JC pronounced from his seat at the booth.

Justin slid into the seat across from him. “I didn’t marry her,” he muttered. “Why should I suffer?”

“I heard that, Monsieur Timberlake.”

“No offense, Gabby, but...”

“Taste.” Gabby held a spoon of the thick red sauce out for Justin to taste.

JC chuckled at Justin’s expression of dread. “Scared, J? Relax – it’s ready made spaghetti sauce that Gabby added some of her own touches to.”

When Justin still wouldn’t open his mouth, Gabby offered the spoon to JC who readily accepted it.

“Good, baby. Nice to know I won’t starve at home,” JC told her with a smile.

“Non. And there are always strawberries.” She gave her husband a wink before she turned back to the stove.

JC grinned.

“I don’t even wanna know,” Justin muttered.

And she now truly did go everywhere her husband went. From sound check parties to radio spots to award shows. There was no begging off wifely duties at any function. To Gabby, it seemed like JC was almost afraid to leave her alone.

“Mon cheri, is this truly necessary?” Gabby asked as she followed JC down the hall to meet the others so they could go to a television appearance.

“Yeah, we’re the guests.” JC reached for her hand to hurry her along.

“Non, my accompanying you.”

He frowned down at her. “I like you along.”

“It is more than that, is it not?”

“Gabby, I told you, you would go everywhere...”

“Joshua.” She stopped and refused to budge.

“We’ll be late,” JC warned.

She crossed her arms mutinously.

“I so don’t have time for this,” he muttered. Grabbing her in a fireman’s carry, he continued down the hall. When he arrived at the car, he set her down.

“We’ll talk about it later, princess. I promise. Just behave, okay?”

“I am not a child,” she protested.

“No. You’re my sweet baby girl – and I’m trying to do this husband business right.”

“C’mon, C!” Justin called.

“Please, baby.”

Gabby nodded, wondering what it was he was keeping from her.

“Out with it,” Gabby demanded when they finally reached the hotel for the night.

JC eyed her wearily. “Princess, can’t it wait? I’m tired. I want a shower–“

”You promised.”

“Yeah, I promised.” Going to where she stood rooted, he kissed her hungrily, thoroughly until she was melting into him. “Baby, I don’t want dear old dad to decide to snatch you away from me.”

“He would not.”

“No? Well, your brother called me to tell me he still might try.”

“Etienne called?”

“I guess Von Hatten told him about hitting you. Shook Etienne up pretty good. He was pissed and said he wished dueling were still permitted. Anyway, he warned me to look out for you.”

“He called you, not me?”

“He doesn’t know you got your own cell. Call him if you want. I’m taking my shower.”

Gabby placed the overseas call and waited. She stripped the covers back on the bed and wriggled out of her jeans before the call went through.

“Allo?” came her brother’s groggy voice.

“Allo, Etienne,” she said sitting on the bed.

“Ella!”

“The last time we spoke, you were not so pleased with me, brother.”

“I did not know the entire story, Ella. I am sorry.”

“Forgiven. I have missed you.”

“Are you happy, sister?”

Gabby looked up to see JC wearing only the towel at his waist come from the bathroom. God, he was so gorgeous. looking at him made her weak!

JC dropped the towel and crawled over to where Gabby sat, kneeling behind her.

“Ella?”

She tried to concentrate on her brother’s question; but she found it difficult with JC’s hard body, warm and damp from his shower pressed against her back! “Yes, I am very happy.”

“He is good to you?”

“He is wonderful. Kind. Patient. Gentle.” She bit back a whimper when JC’s mouth unerringly found her hot spot. His mouth continued to drive her crazy. “How are you, Etienne?”

JC didn’t understand what Gabby said as she spoke with her brother. They conversed in French. Occasionally, he recognized a word, not enough to follow the one-sided conversation. Was she telling Etienne she was treated well? Was she happy? Did she miss her home? Someday, would she return? That fired a sort of desperation in JC. Gabby delighted in their physical love – it was the only way he knew to hold her. His hands moved from her shoulders to slide down to find the hem of her tee shirt. Moving beneath the shirt, his big hands glided up her ribs to capture her breasts. He plucked at the nipples tenderly as he kept up his assault on her neck and ears with his mouth.

Gabby released a little moan of pleasure, holding her hand over the phone. “Joshua...”

“I can’t resist.”

“Not for a moment longer?”

“No, baby, I can’t.” He pulled the shirt from her. “I’m all sexed up for you.”

“Ella?”

“I am here, Etienne. Josh is needing something.”

“Josh? He calls himself JC.”

“Those are his initials. Joshua Chasez.”

Hearing his name, he pressed his manhood against her. “Wants you,” he purred in her ear. “Badly.” He slipped one hand beneath her panties, his fingers finding her. “And by the wet, hot feel of you, you want him.”

“Do you love him, Ella?” Etienne was asking as Gabby was melting beneath her husband’s talented hands and mouth.

“Very much. With all my heart.”

“Good. I was afraid you did married him, because of Alfred.”

“No...” Gabby’s back hit the mattress as JC laid her against the pillows and her panties were stripped away.

“Be happy, little one.”

“Will I be allowed to see you sometime, Etienne?”

“I will come to see you when I am able.”

“Thank you. I love you, Etienne.”

“I love you, Ella.”

“Is Father still a threat?”

“I no longer believe so. He came to his senses when I tossed Alfred Von Hatten out bodily.”

“Truly? I adore you!” She laughed. “Oh, my God!” she gasped when JC’s tongue thrust into her.

Etienne obviously had heard such a declaration before – he chuckled. “I take it you are no longer adverse to how shall I say...intimacy?”

“No, he is most talented...”

“He is good to you and you love him. That is all I must know. Take care, Ella.”

“Good-bye!”

Once she rang off, JC took the little phone and tossed it across the room. “Do I have all your attention now, princess?” he growled.

“You had most of it before!” she grinned.

He chuckled as he moved up to kiss her long, slow and hot.

“He knew what you were doing,” she murmured breathlessly.

“If he’s any kind of a lover, he’s probably heard those noises before.”

She stroked back his still damp curls. “I imagine he would be a very caring, gentle lover like mine is,” she said softly.

“I can’t imagine not wanting to make it good for you, baby. You give so much back.”

“Then come to me, mon cheri,” she urged. “Make it good for both of us.”

JC entered her in a slow glide. As he rocked into her, he held her close as she whispered sexy words in French.

They came together not in a screaming cataclysmic rush but in sensuous, reverberating waves of bliss. Just as pleasing and much more lasting.

“Mon amant, you constantly surprise me with your prowess,” Gabby murmured as they floated down from their sweet heaven.

“It isn’t just me, Gabby. It’s us.” JC moved to her side, retrieving the sheet to cover them.

“We are good together then, non?”

“The best, babe.” Wrapping her in his arms, he settled to sleep. “Night.”

“Bon nuit.” A moment later at his even breathing, she knew he slept. “Je t’aime,” she added.

Once off tour, JC determined that Orlando was the first place Gabby should get to know as home. He knew he’d be traveling quite a bit, but with her loss of homeland, he wanted her to feel roots.

Karen Chasez had come to help Gabby establish what the house needed – which was a lot. Bachelors, JC and Tyler hadn’t gotten around to anything but bare necessities. She and Gabby spent countless hours, shopping, stocking, rearranging, and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. JC’s mother couldn’t have been happier at his choice of brides. It was clear Gabby cared nothing for JC’s status and money – and everything about being his wife.

“Mrs. Chasez, might you help me select a few cookbooks?” Gabby asked one afternoon as they put all the new utensils, pots and pans in the kitchen. “I have conquered ‘heat and eat’, but I would like to learn recipes.”

“How many times must I tell you to call me ‘Mom’,” Gabby?” Karen teased.

Gabby shrugged. “I am not used to ‘Mom’ or even ‘Mother.’ My mother was the queen.”

“You speak at least two languages and you can’t say ‘Mom’?”

“Mom.”

“See? Painless. And, yes, we can shop for cookbooks. I’ll even send you some of his favorite recipes.”

“Merci beaucoup.”

Karen gave her a motherly hug. “I didn’t think Josh would know the right girl when she came along. I’m glad he did. You’re my daughter now, Gabby.”

Inexplicably, tears cam to Gabby’s eyes. She had never known a mother’s love – and she felt like a fraud. JC hadn’t married her for the ‘right’ reason. “I shall like being a Chasez.”

“Good,” JC said from the doorway, “cuz you are.”

“So, you decided to come out of hiding?” Karen asked him. He’d been in his home studio a good deal of her visit.

“With you monopolizing Gabby, what was I supposed to do?”

“You could have come along.” Gabby suggested. She had been disappointed in his seeming indifference to what she was trying to do.

“One: I can’t shop without bodyguards. Two: I wanted you to make this your home, not be trying to please me. I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”

“Zut alors! Do you think he would make me return the rosebud bedroom ensemble, Mom?” Gabby asked teasingly.

“Probably not until he sees the his and hers matching towels,” Karen quipped.

JC rolled his eyes. “I shouldn’t have left the studio.”

“Certainly you should, Joshua. What would you like for dinner?” his wife asked.

You, he wanted to say. She looked so good, so real, so happy in his kitchen, teasing him and joking with his mother. If she’d only say she loved him....

“Whatever you two decide is great with me.”

“Oooh, let’s order something expensive...” Karen joked.

JC wrapped his arms around her. “I gottcha covered, Mom. Whatever you want.”

“I like Gabby’s spaghetti...”

“Mine?” Gabby’s eyes went wide. “It is from a jar.”

“Not all those ingredients you toss in – and the fresh Parmesan is a wonderful touch.”

JC could have kissed his mother. She did wonders for Gabby’s ego – and that made him happy.

“Certainly. I shall get started with dinner.” Gabby turned to the refrigerator.

“I love the hell out of you,” JC murmured to his mother. “That’s one happy little princes you just made.”

“She’s very dear and she tries so hard....Please, Josh, at least act like you’re interested in what she’s trying to do.”

“I am! I just didn’t want to butt in.”

“She thinks you don’t care...”

JC shook his head. “You go take a load off. I’ll help Gabby with dinner.”

After his mother left the room, he approached the counter where Gabby sliced vegetables and put his arms around her waist from behind. “Thanks, Gabby.”

“For?”

“Making this a real home. I wouldn’t have known where to start.”

“I did not either.”

“But you were willing to be guided. A lot of women would balk at their mothers-in-law coming in.”

“I like your mother.”

“She’s crazy about you.” He nuzzled her neck. “I’m crazy about you – and as much as I adore my mother, I can hardly wait to have the house alone with you.” With Tyler gone for most of the summer, the two of them would finally be alone – truly alone.

Gabby laid her head back on his shoulder so their eyes could meet. “That will be wonderful, mon cheri.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “It is difficult to have hot, noisy sex with your mother down the hall, non?”

JC burst out laughing. “Kinda. Yeah.” Hugging her tight, he buried his face in her neck. “Gabs, you’re wonderful!”