A/N: There is the Japanese in this chapter, but the translations follow.
Sorry if I messed up any of the Japanese, I was only able to take one year
of Japanese at school so I don't know a whole lot.
They arrived at their hotel a little while later. They approached the desk and the clerk smiled at them. "Konban wa. Hajimemashite; doozo yoroshiku." He bowed slightly. (Good evening. We meet for the first time; it is nice to meet you.)
Jack bowed back. "Hajimemashite."
"Anata no namae wa nan-desu ka?" the clerk asked. (What is your name?)
"Boku no namae wa Samuel Conners desu." (My name is Samuel Conners.)
The clerk did something on the computer in front of him before saying, "Hai. Anata no heya wa hyaku-yon-nana desu. Heya wa rippa desu." (Your room is number 147. The room is magnificent.) He gave the key to Jack.
"Doomo arigatoo," Jack said. (Thank you.) Jack and Irina headed toward their room. They were on the first floor. They quickly found their room and Jack opened the door, letting Irina go before him. She purposely brushed against his body and felt his muscles tense.
He followed her into the room, glaring at her but to no avail. She couldn't see it; she was too busy looking around the room. As the man had said, it was magnificent. There was a king-sized bed and a fireplace with a leather couch sitting in front of it. The room itself was huge. She walked to the window and found a beautiful view of downtown Tokyo.
Jack was still standing in the middle of the room, looking around. She walked by him into the bathroom. She almost squealed at what she saw. "Jack, come here." He followed her and saw a bathroom that was about 3/4ths the size of the bedroom with a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the floor.
"The CIA certainly spared no expense," he grumbled. He really did not like this room.
"Well, just remember-this is supposed to be our second honeymoon. I can only imagine what Sydney's room would look like, if she were still here." Jack did not seem pleased when she said that. She was about to say something to him about their daughter and her handler when the phone rang. Jack went to answer it.
"Hai," Jack answered. (Yes?) "Iie." (No.) Jack continued to talk, but Irina tuned him out as she looked around again. This room was a dream come true for someone who had been in a cement cell for the last few months. She heard the phone hang up and was brought back to the present.
"Who was that?"
"The front desk. He wanted to know if 'Cameron and Julianne' were still coming."
"Oh." She sat down on the bed, waiting to see what came next.
"I guess we should go to bed now; it is pretty late." He nodded to the bed and continued. "If you think you can keep to yourself, we can share the bed. Otherwise, I'm sleeping on the floor."
"You will not sleep on the floor, Jack. It's a king-sized bed; I think I'll be ok. And I can't help it if I move around a lot in my sleep."
"Yeah well, try not to." She picked up her bag and headed into the bathroom to change. He grabbed his own bag and proceeded to do the same.
A few minutes later, Jack was already sitting in bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom so he could turn off the lights. He heard the door open and turned in that direction. It was a big mistake.
Irina came out of the bathroom wearing a short, almost see-through nightgown. She smiled when Jack sputtered. "Irina, wh-what are you wearing?"
"Hey, don't blame me; your daughter is the one who did my packing." She reached the bed and crawled under the blankets, Jack staring at her the whole time.
"Then I will yell at her the next time I see her. Good night." He turned the light next to his side of the bed off and settled down into the bed.
Irina turned off her light as well and snuggled into bed. "Night, Jack."
After the long flight, they were both asleep rather quickly. They slept with their backs to one another, a big space between them. Sometime during the night, though, things changed and Jack's arm found its way around Irina's waist, pulling her to him.
They arrived at their hotel a little while later. They approached the desk and the clerk smiled at them. "Konban wa. Hajimemashite; doozo yoroshiku." He bowed slightly. (Good evening. We meet for the first time; it is nice to meet you.)
Jack bowed back. "Hajimemashite."
"Anata no namae wa nan-desu ka?" the clerk asked. (What is your name?)
"Boku no namae wa Samuel Conners desu." (My name is Samuel Conners.)
The clerk did something on the computer in front of him before saying, "Hai. Anata no heya wa hyaku-yon-nana desu. Heya wa rippa desu." (Your room is number 147. The room is magnificent.) He gave the key to Jack.
"Doomo arigatoo," Jack said. (Thank you.) Jack and Irina headed toward their room. They were on the first floor. They quickly found their room and Jack opened the door, letting Irina go before him. She purposely brushed against his body and felt his muscles tense.
He followed her into the room, glaring at her but to no avail. She couldn't see it; she was too busy looking around the room. As the man had said, it was magnificent. There was a king-sized bed and a fireplace with a leather couch sitting in front of it. The room itself was huge. She walked to the window and found a beautiful view of downtown Tokyo.
Jack was still standing in the middle of the room, looking around. She walked by him into the bathroom. She almost squealed at what she saw. "Jack, come here." He followed her and saw a bathroom that was about 3/4ths the size of the bedroom with a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the floor.
"The CIA certainly spared no expense," he grumbled. He really did not like this room.
"Well, just remember-this is supposed to be our second honeymoon. I can only imagine what Sydney's room would look like, if she were still here." Jack did not seem pleased when she said that. She was about to say something to him about their daughter and her handler when the phone rang. Jack went to answer it.
"Hai," Jack answered. (Yes?) "Iie." (No.) Jack continued to talk, but Irina tuned him out as she looked around again. This room was a dream come true for someone who had been in a cement cell for the last few months. She heard the phone hang up and was brought back to the present.
"Who was that?"
"The front desk. He wanted to know if 'Cameron and Julianne' were still coming."
"Oh." She sat down on the bed, waiting to see what came next.
"I guess we should go to bed now; it is pretty late." He nodded to the bed and continued. "If you think you can keep to yourself, we can share the bed. Otherwise, I'm sleeping on the floor."
"You will not sleep on the floor, Jack. It's a king-sized bed; I think I'll be ok. And I can't help it if I move around a lot in my sleep."
"Yeah well, try not to." She picked up her bag and headed into the bathroom to change. He grabbed his own bag and proceeded to do the same.
A few minutes later, Jack was already sitting in bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom so he could turn off the lights. He heard the door open and turned in that direction. It was a big mistake.
Irina came out of the bathroom wearing a short, almost see-through nightgown. She smiled when Jack sputtered. "Irina, wh-what are you wearing?"
"Hey, don't blame me; your daughter is the one who did my packing." She reached the bed and crawled under the blankets, Jack staring at her the whole time.
"Then I will yell at her the next time I see her. Good night." He turned the light next to his side of the bed off and settled down into the bed.
Irina turned off her light as well and snuggled into bed. "Night, Jack."
After the long flight, they were both asleep rather quickly. They slept with their backs to one another, a big space between them. Sometime during the night, though, things changed and Jack's arm found its way around Irina's waist, pulling her to him.
