The Arrival
I sighed with relief as Jasper and I exited the plane. "The pilot flew so slowly," I grumbled. "We could've run here faster than that stupid airplane."
Jasper smiled, and squeezed my hand. "Aren't we impatient," he teased. Despite the light tone he used, his eyes smoldered as they ran restlessly up and down my body. I brushed imaginary lint off of the black silk Chinese-style dress that I had designed myself.
We decided to walk to the nearby hotel, instead of trying to drive through the crowded streets of Hong Kong. Jasper put his arm around me, and I slid my hand into his back pocket. Despite our unusual pallor, we looked like a normal American tourist couple.
A sudden vision besieged me. Jasper and I near a bed, his hand slowly unzipping my dress, gliding across the skin on my back…
I blinked, bringing myself back to the present. Although my eyes were seeing what was in front of me, my mind stayed focused on the scene that the vision had portrayed.
Then another, less pleasant vision swept through my mind's eye. Jasper, sinking his teeth into the throat of a small Asian girl, feeling the warmth of her blood glide across his throat…
I shook him sharply. "Jazz!" I said urgently. He looked down at me, his eyes slightly crazed. "Think about what's going to happen at the hotel tonight," I ordered him. Although the visions of us were very distracting, I could tolerate those more than I could tolerate the visions of him drinking a human's blood, draining them dry…
I shook my head to rid it of its morbid thoughts.
We finally arrived at our hotel. The clerk greeted us with heavily accented English. "Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Hale. So good to have you here. You are in the penthouse. Would you like a bellhop to help you with that bag, sir? No? Very good. Have a pleasant evening now."
Jasper and I stood in the empty elevator. I looked suspiciously at the camera in the corner. I was pretty sure that it was aimed directly at my face. I turned away to gaze at Jazz instead.
He looked down at me and smiled. "You're very…excited," he noted. He brushed his fingers lightly against my face.
"You think?" I asked, my voice slightly higher than usual. Anticipation made my stony skin extraordinarily sensitive, and I felt his light touch to my core.
Jasper and I barely made it through the door of our hotel room. I did my best to be careful with his shirt, but in the end, it ended up in strips on the floor.
I half expected my dress to end up the same way, but then I remembered my vision.
Sure enough, Jasper stood behind me, his breath wafting against the back of my neck. He slowly unzipped my dress, brushing his hands against the small of my back.
I gasped, and heard him laugh lightly.
I whirled around, crushing my mouth to his. He reeled back slightly, then caught himself. I ran my hands across his back, feeling him shudder slightly.
His left hand stroked up my side, while the other pressed me closer to him. We fell onto the bed, still kissing feverishly.
And thus our third honeymoon began.
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