1Jackson settled back into his seat as Lisa hung up the phone.

"Nice chat?" he asked her, handing her a pillow.

"Yeah," she told him. "Dad was a little worried, but I fixed that. He still hates you, you know."

"Well, he has good reason to," Jackson laughed. "He'll warm up to me. You did, after all."

She laughed. "This is getting to be real de ja vu," she said again.

"Yeah, now's the part where I threaten you," he chided. "Make the call...I mean...whack...I mean...um, grr."

Lisa laughed and leaned on his shoulder. She was glad she'd changed into jeans, because now she was really tired...

"Lisaa," Jackson's soft, singsong voice stopped her dreams. "Lee-eese."

Lisa unwillingly opened her eyes, only to see that the cabin lights were on. "What's going on?" she yawned, checking her watch. 6 AM. Had she really slept for nine hours?

"You slept for the whole flight. We're here, now," Jackson said, unbuckling and stretching. Lisa's head was still on his shoulder so she sat up, too. "Good thing you slept through the descent. Very bumpy."

Lisa stretched and stood up. Jackson grabbed their bags and soon they were off the plane.

Lisa looked around at the terminal. "Mmm, France smells good," she said, breathing in deeply. Jackson laughed. "Hungry?" Lisa nodded. "Well, we can get some breakfast after we check in at the hotel, kay?" She nodded again and huddled against him as they left the airport.

Jackson hailed a taxi and rambled off some directions. The driver, being French, had no idea what he was saying, so Lisa repeated them in his language. He sped off, and Lisa leaned into Jackson's chest.

"What's with this sudden closeness to me?" he asked, stroking her hair. Lisa closed her eyes.

"I don't know," she said quietly. "But I just want you to know...I love you."

"Love you too, Leese," Jackson smiled as they drove past cobbled streets and quaint villages.

"Where are we staying?" Lisa asked him.

"Paris," he answered as they pulled up to the hotel. He paid the cabbie and they entered the vast, ornate building.

"Oh, Jackson, it's beautiful," Lisa said breathily. The rising sun illuminated the building.

"Wait till you see our room," he grinned at her as they walked up to the front desk.

"Bonjour, bienvenue l'hotel de Parisienne," the concierge said. "What can I do for you, monsieur and madame?" Obviously seeing that they were American.

"Rippner, please," Jackson said. The concierge reached behind him and received a key.

"Ze honeymoon suite," the concierge said politely. "Enjoy." Jackson nodded and they walked down a long hallway to a gold-plated elevator.

"Feels weird," Lisa contemplated. Jackson looked at her as he hit the tenth floor button.

"What does?" he asked her.

"To think that I am no longer Lisa Reisert. I'm Lisa...Rippner," she laughed.

"It's got a nice ring to it," Jackson consoled jokingly as the elevator doors opened.

"Oh, I agree," she giggled as he unlocked the door to suite 901.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the room. A huge full-length window illuminated most of the city of Paris. Two doors off to the right led to what Lisa figured was the bathroom and the bedroom. A huge sitting and dining room were decorated beautifully in white chic satin, and the glass table held a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Lisa took Jackson's hand in hers, and turned to him, speechless, as he showed her the other rooms. The master bedroom was similar to the living room, with a huge, red sation king-sized bed and a large window. The bathroom held a Jacuzzi bath and was filled with all sorts of sweet-smelling toiletries.

"Oh, Jackson," Lisa finally spoke, hugging him tightly. He looked into her eyes.

"So, do I get that kiss now, or did you leave it on the plane?" he teased her. She kissed him, then, and he kissed her. His hands made circular patterns on her back as his tongue found his way to her mouth. She loved his warm body pressed against hers, and she let him slowly guide her to sit on the bed. Suddenly she stopped, knowing what they both wanted, but she had to tell him something first.

"Jackson, I... just wanted you to know, you will be my first time willingly," she told him. He nodded. "Are you sure you want to-" Lisa cut him off by kissing him again.

Breakfast forgotten, they made love and Lisa knew she was doing the right thing. It was so different from the rape, when his kisses were harsh and demanding. Jackson guided her into his arms and finally, they slowly fell asleep.