*Jasper*
"I'll marry you, okay!"
Jemima froze as soon as she'd said it, and her disbelief seeped into my own. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but shut it again.
I said the first thing that drifted into my warped mind, "Isn't it polite to be asked first?"
Jemima seemed glad at my humour, but bit her lip at my question, "I mean...Rosalie was asking me about...well..."
She paused, and I could feel her embarrassment.
"She was asking about our...bedroom...activities...and I had to tell her that we hadn't done anything yet...well, she figured it out herself, I didn't tell her. But anyway, I told her it was because we wanted to wait until after we were married. And then she said that we shouldn't wait because I was going to die!"
Even as a vampire, I had trouble keeping up with her rushed explanation. She looked at me expectantly, breathing heavily. She was one of the first vampires I'd ever seen out of breath.
I blinked and shook my head, "You want me to marry you?"
She shrugged, "Well, it's not like I have a choice."
I furrowed my brow, and she rolled her eyes, "I was kidding Jasper,"
Her amusement affected me, and I smiled too, be it a little weak.
"Then we should do this properly."
*Jemima*
Jasper headed straight over to the cupboards opposite our bed, where I watched carefully. All of his negative feelings had vanished; replaced by a childlike excitement that I couldn't help but grin stupidly at.
He rooted around for a moment (literally) in his underwear drawer, before turning to me. His sparkling eyes were wide and his mouth was curved into an excited smile, as he held out a small, black box. I felt my breath catch, was it even possible for vampires to die from lack of oxygen?
"You hid that in your underwear drawer?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound normal. He rolled his eyes a little, but his excitement wasn't dowsed.
"Jemima," he twanged. Oh God, I loved the way my name sounded in his accent, "will you marry me?"
"Oh my God! I don't know! It's such a surprise...I don't know-" I said, flustered with mock-surprise.
I didn't even get the rest of my mock-denial out before Jasper lunged at me. His lips silenced my speech, and it only took me a matter of moments to get over my surprise, and actually shut my eyes and kiss him back. His lips, which were once cold, but were now a normal temperature to me, tasted...funny.
There was an iron taste to his mouth, and it made me feel ill. Jasper must have sensed my nauseous feelings, and pulled away to look me in the eye.
"What's wrong?"
Typical.
As soon as I'd gotten him to relax, I had to ruin it and make him paranoid again.
"I'm fine, it's just...you taste funny."
He blinked, "I taste funny?"
"Hm, like iron."
"Oh," he sat back from me, "that'll be the blood,"
I shivered, "Animal blood?"
He nodded, "We'd only just killed before coming here. I didn't have time to wash my mouth out."
I shook my head, smiling, "Don't worry about it, just do me a favour and use some mouthwash or something."
He grinned slowly, before darting out of sight. In under a second, he was back, and this time when his lips met mine, there was no taste of blood.
Only Jasper...
...and minty freshness.
