Penname: Javamomma0921

Derivative Fiction

Rating: T

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Prompt: Magical

Magical

Juneau, Alaska

"What do you think?" I asked.

"It's incredible!" Jas whispered. He ran his fingers through the powdery white snow that covered the ground. "You were right, Ali. This is a magical place."

I clapped and skipped around the snow covered area. I knew he would love this place. He had insisted that I choose where we were going after the wedding since he had chosen the rain forest. Of course, I couldn't just choose something for myself; he had certainly taken me into consideration when he chose the rainforest. So I looked ahead.

I saw that he hadn't been around a lot of snow in the past; he had only really passed through areas as it snowed. That settled it. I hid our final location from him for as long as I could, wanting to surprise him as well as he had surprised me. It worked and when we arrived in Alaska he was thrilled.

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked.

"Oh no," I protested, shaking my head. "This is for you…at least for today. What do you want to do?"

"Well…"

He reached down and ran his fingers through the snow, scooping up a handful.

"It's amazing how soft it is," he said, sculpting it into a ball as he spoke. "It feels like cotton or silk."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" I asked, reaching down and forming my own snowball.

"Whatever do you mean?" he asked innocently.

We both released the perfectly crafted balls from our hands at exactly the same time. They collided mid air and burst into an explosion of icy fluff. He immediately burst into laughter, watching the flakes flutter to the ground. I reached down quietly and scooped up another snowball as he laughed. When he turned away I fired, hitting him squarely in the back of his head.

He froze, but I could almost see him beginning to smile. Then, he moved blindingly fast, reaching down and grabbing handfuls of snow and forming them into balls. I matched his movements, building my own stock pile of snowballs as well. Before very long we each had our own arsenal built up, ready to begin our war.

We pummeled snowballs at each other for the better part of an hour, the soft snow glittering in the sunlight and cascading to the ground in front of us. We threw fast and hard, the perfectly formed balls making loud noises as they crashed into our bodies.

When our arsenal was depleted, we found our way to a clearing with untouched snow. There, I showed Jasper how to make snow angels. It was both beautiful and comical watching his long limbs glide through the snow creating the wings and skirt of the angels. When he finished, he stood and flipped forward through the air, sending sprinkles of snowflakes around the clearing as he turned.

"Showoff," I teased.

"Fine, let's see you do it."

I shrugged and laid down gracefully in the snow, waving my arms and legs back and forth in the snow and keeping my eyes level on my husband. When I finished, I gracefully pirouetted through the snow, creating a track of circles leading away from the angel.

"Now who's the showoff?"

"It's part of my design," I countered.

"Of course," he said. "It's quite pretty."

He walked over to where I stood and gently brushed the snow out of my hair and off of my clothes.

"But it doesn't begin to compare with you," he said. "This was the perfect place to come, Alice. What made you think of it?"

I opened my mouth to tell him about how I wanted to play with him in the snow. I wanted to tell him how much it pleased me to surprise him. But I couldn't speak at the moment.

"Perhaps it wasn't as random as I thought," I said with a frown.

"What?" he said, concern in his face. "What did you see? Is there danger?"

I could detect the disappointment in his voice as well as a bit of annoyance. I quickly shook my head.

"No, we're not in danger. I picked this place—I thought—because I wanted you to experience fun in the snow. It seems there might have been a greater purpose to this trip. There are other vampires near here."

"Others? Are they—?"

"No, it isn't our family. But they are like our family. They don't drink human blood."

"When?" he asked, a frown creasing his brow.

I gently smoothed the line and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Not tonight," I whispered. "Not right now."

His mouth found mine and the heat of his tongue in contrast to the icy coolness of the snow was pure pleasure. Magical, he had called this place. We would soon find out.

A/N: Although I really, really dislike actually being in the snow, I always equate a snowy landscape with "magical." Wierd, right? Anyway, I love the idea of them playing in the snow together. And, uh, really playing in the snow as well. ;) Who's up for an icy cold sip of lemonade tomorrow morning? ;) ~Jen