Chapter 2: The Honeymoon.
I'M BAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, you read right. I found a way to update this fic! Yay! Now I won't be so bored!
Joanna and Jonathan arrived in the large beach house in Florida. Joanna's stomach had only began to bullge in the slightest way, but the child was still far off. She brought her suitcase up to the master bedroom with a hell of a view of the Pacific.
"Jo?" Joanthan was at her side instantly. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, Jon." Joanna said, exasperated. "I made it up the stairs, so I don't need help. You don't need to start carrying me."
"And what makes you think I will be carrying you?" Joanthan grinned. "I don't want a hyperactive little kid AND a hernia."
Joanna laughed and gave him a quick kiss.
"Just keep in mind I can still kick your ass at badminton." Joanna said.
The beach house was extravagent. It had a patio with a lovely view, all the good barbecue acessories, and a yacht moored to a small dock.
They took the yacht out for a nice long spin and around the islands. Once they had docked the yacht, Joanna playfully pushed Jonathan in the water. They spent a good half hour just off the beach splashing and laughing.
They emerged form the water later, soaked to the bone and full of the happiness that only comes from true love.
Their supper consisted of grilled lox (That's an American word for smoked salmon.) from the barbecue and in the basking sun of the early evening.
That night, when the sun was well on its way to the other side of the world, they made love, slowly and luxuriously not wild and almost hurridly as they had sfter the Sydney affair. Jonathan mused that Joanna was a woman he could find vareity with for the rest of his life.
After she had setlled down fromn the orgasmic pleasures of the act, Joanna asked a question neither of them saw coming.
"What's it like?" She asked.
"What?" Jonathan asked.
"To be..." Joanna began. "Well... dead. I've killed so many men, but I've never lost someone like you. What is it like?"
"Well, first there was this blinding light," Jonathan said, slowly, trying to remember. "After i'd spent a little over an hour, I found I could go anywhere and do anything, except interact with anyone or anything, though I tried to tell you I still existed. But, I did one thing i've wanted to do since I was a boy. I flew, over this huge city in some part of the world. Though I missed you terribly."
"I did too," Joanna said. "But you really flew? Like a bird?"
"Yes." Joanthan said. "There's a great view up there,"
"What's it like?" Joanna said. "To be flying like that?"
"Joanthan thought for a moment, looking for the words. He finally said "I feel like God."
He smiled and embraced his wife passionately.
End Of Chapter.
Well, this was great! It's awesome to write again! Please review and I need an opinion. For this fic, I'm focusing more on gadgets this time 'cause in the game, they had too little gadgets, but I need to know: Do you want Jo and Jon's car to have Bond like acessories? The majority of polls will decide. Please add this vote in your reviews. (If you wish to review.)
I'M BAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, you read right. I found a way to update this fic! Yay! Now I won't be so bored!
Joanna and Jonathan arrived in the large beach house in Florida. Joanna's stomach had only began to bullge in the slightest way, but the child was still far off. She brought her suitcase up to the master bedroom with a hell of a view of the Pacific.
"Jo?" Joanthan was at her side instantly. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, Jon." Joanna said, exasperated. "I made it up the stairs, so I don't need help. You don't need to start carrying me."
"And what makes you think I will be carrying you?" Joanthan grinned. "I don't want a hyperactive little kid AND a hernia."
Joanna laughed and gave him a quick kiss.
"Just keep in mind I can still kick your ass at badminton." Joanna said.
The beach house was extravagent. It had a patio with a lovely view, all the good barbecue acessories, and a yacht moored to a small dock.
They took the yacht out for a nice long spin and around the islands. Once they had docked the yacht, Joanna playfully pushed Jonathan in the water. They spent a good half hour just off the beach splashing and laughing.
They emerged form the water later, soaked to the bone and full of the happiness that only comes from true love.
Their supper consisted of grilled lox (That's an American word for smoked salmon.) from the barbecue and in the basking sun of the early evening.
That night, when the sun was well on its way to the other side of the world, they made love, slowly and luxuriously not wild and almost hurridly as they had sfter the Sydney affair. Jonathan mused that Joanna was a woman he could find vareity with for the rest of his life.
After she had setlled down fromn the orgasmic pleasures of the act, Joanna asked a question neither of them saw coming.
"What's it like?" She asked.
"What?" Jonathan asked.
"To be..." Joanna began. "Well... dead. I've killed so many men, but I've never lost someone like you. What is it like?"
"Well, first there was this blinding light," Jonathan said, slowly, trying to remember. "After i'd spent a little over an hour, I found I could go anywhere and do anything, except interact with anyone or anything, though I tried to tell you I still existed. But, I did one thing i've wanted to do since I was a boy. I flew, over this huge city in some part of the world. Though I missed you terribly."
"I did too," Joanna said. "But you really flew? Like a bird?"
"Yes." Joanthan said. "There's a great view up there,"
"What's it like?" Joanna said. "To be flying like that?"
"Joanthan thought for a moment, looking for the words. He finally said "I feel like God."
He smiled and embraced his wife passionately.
End Of Chapter.
Well, this was great! It's awesome to write again! Please review and I need an opinion. For this fic, I'm focusing more on gadgets this time 'cause in the game, they had too little gadgets, but I need to know: Do you want Jo and Jon's car to have Bond like acessories? The majority of polls will decide. Please add this vote in your reviews. (If you wish to review.)