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breaiden0413

TEN

A clean pair of undies and a sundress later I sat in the same bar-stool as the previous evening, the thought of the previous evening sent delicious thrills through my spine. Judging from the backwards amused glance from Jasper, he must have felt the spike in my desire.

"Something on your mind darlin?" He asked as he manned the stove making my breakfast.

His lessons with Esme had really paid off, his food was on par with hers now and so delicious. I looked forward to looking up recipes and trying to make them together. Of course Jasper had a few hundred years on me but I was still eager to try as it was a skill we both were learning.

"Just thinking," I said absentmindedly.

"Care to share with the class?" He mused.

I smiled at the euphemism. My eyes met his as he turned to glance at me again.

"Last night," I said shortly.

I watched this time as his eyes changed from the butterscotch gold to amber.

"I think you enjoyed yourself," He mused, returning to the task at hand.

I snorted.

"You know I did."

He chuckled as he plated my food and poured me a glass of milk. As he set down the milk he locked eyes with me and a mischievous smile crossed his face.

"I am keenly aware of how thoroughly you enjoyed it...all four times.." He said lowly.

I felt desire pool in my belly as he came around and kissed the side of my head and headed off to the living room. He played dirty, but he had turned the tables around me, where I did tease him, he gave back as much as I teased him. Equals on this playing field at least. And there was a part of me, I mused as I ate - that knew Jasper held back so much of himself when we had our fun. He was also very keenly aware of how breakable I was, he had good particular self control around me, but I was interested in how different things would be between us when I did eventually turn. Choosing not dwell on that I ate my breakfast and went to join Jasper on the couch, he was reading some military novel, plopping down beside him I curled into his side. He kissed the side of my head.

"What's the plan today, Major?" I asked.

"Would you be up to visiting the mainland today, or would you prefer to stay on the island?"

"Either is fine with me."

Smiling, he set the book down on the coffee table and he led me to the door, not before grabbing his wallet, phone and keys. I slid on my flip flops by the door and Jasper his sandals. As we headed outside I was pleasantly surprised to find the sky in a grey murky overcast, and although the sun was behind the clouds it did nothing for the humidity in the air. It was still murky and unpleasantly sticky. I was more than happy with my choice in clothing for the day. After lifting me up into the boat, and he ran through his boat checks - we were off to the mainland. The boat ride was every bit as thrilling as the previous evening, and peeking a glance at Jasper he was just as happy with the speed as I was.

It was still relatively early when we pulled into the port - the main people were fishermen eager to get on the water for the day's catch. Jasper apparently had a bit of a day planned for us while we were on the main island. We took our private car - Faroe was our hired driver again, he was particularly chatty as we drove off to our destination. As we approached Faroe began chatting about our destination - Le Jardin Du Roi Spice Garden. The history of the place was amazing and so were the aromas - vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg it was not at all too overwhelming. We took a short hike around the gardens and got close to some of the largest tortoises I'd ever seen. I vaguely wondered who was older - Jasper or the tortoise? We had lunch at the local restaurant and the food was delicious and flavor-filled. It was early afternoon when we had seen the sights of the spice garden and the heat/humidity was getting to me. We decided to head back and spend some time on our island, Faroe drove us back to the dock, and while I clamored into the boat Jasper tipped Faroe.

The water was calm as we sped off towards our Isle. There was a note on the door as we arrived, it was a notice that the cleaning service had been by. Once inside I decided to take a shower, Jasper in the meantime settled down on the bed with the book he had earlier. Kissing his forehead I then headed off into the bathroom. I blinked in surprise when I realized my cell phone was on the bathroom counter. I hadn't realized I had forgotten it. Unlocking it I realized I had a few texts. One was from Charlie - checking in to make sure we'd arrived OK. One from both Emmett and Peter - both were dripping in raunchy innuendos. Another from Rose reminded me to make use of the camera they got us - we'd be thanking her later. I was happy that Jasper HAD remembered the camera, and we had taken several photos while we were at the Spice Garden. Jasper was a very good photographer - from what I had seen off the camera the photos were gorgeous. Distracted by my need for a shower I saved the remaining few texts alone while I stripped myself of my clothes and turned the water on. The texts were further forgotten when Jasper joined me in the shower...because...you know, conserving water and all that.

We took advantage of the next few days of overcast by going on to the main island. We visited Victoria, the main hub-center for Seychelles. Several dozens more photos were taken of the old colonial buildings, the bright vivid colors of the city streets. Faroe served as our tour guide and we visited several touristy locations but introduced us to more of the local spots and local venues. We also got to meet his wife and family. He had several children and we spent lunch with them before visiting Vallee de Mai. The next day we visited the Seychelles National Botanical Gardens and the Curieuse Marine National Park. I was excited to see all the photos when they were developed - they looked gorgeous on the camera.

Our luck of good weather ran out on the following day, the sun finally peeking out behind the very few clouds. Not that it bothered us, we spent the day hiking on the island. Our own private island was just as beautiful as the mainland. Colors were bright and vibrant, and the aray of wildlife was staggering. We hiked the island, and swam in a lagoon with a waterfall, the waters were crystal clear and you could see to the bottom like glass. The water in the inner mainland was fresh so I was able to open my eyes without them burning with the sea-salt water. We were also happy to discover the camera was waterproof - although not wanting to take chances we tucked it away into a waterproof bag and we were able to take some photos of the underwater life too. We also didn't spend TOO much time in our clothing.

It was an amazingly blissful time. But like all things...they come to a screeching halt - especially in my family.

I had discovered with the heat and humidity of the tropical weather that Jasper's skin temperature was a very nice contrast. There was a slight breeze carrying the soft scents that highlighted the island. We were bare under the soft sheets, I was tucked into Jasper's side, my head on his shoulder and his hand lightly drawing doodles on my shoulder. I was sleepy - it was likely a combination of the love-making and the general drowsiness of a lazy morning. He had the book he had been reading on the other hand, his head slightly propped up with pillows. It was a moment of utter bliss.

There was a loud bang that came from downstairs, we both froze suddenly. His hand immediately froze on my arm. I don't think either of us breathed following the sound. A few seconds later there was another loud bang followed by a heavy crashing thud. Jasper was out of the bed a split second later, a second later he had slid on a pair of sweatpants that had been discarded beside the bed and he moved at human speed to head downstairs. I had clutched the sheet to cover myself as I pulled a shirt from the side of the bed on and over my bed. I realized it was Jasper's scent clinging to it. I would prefer to have worn pants but I was much too frantic to obtain said article of clothing. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my neck cricked as I spun my head to the doorway. I felt my eyes widen and my heartbeat pound frantically at the sight. My eyes met bloodred irises, and a very angry looking vampire.