Drawing. Drawing was a good break from writing. Drawing was a good way to put down the details of Alec's physical appearance which was slipping a little bit from Marietta's mind every day. She DESPERATELY wanted to remember every line on his perfect face, every crease in his wool suit. It was getting increasingly harder. She wanted to see him again; she NEEDED to see him again. Her heart ACHED to be near him and the idea of being the in same vicinity let butterflies loose in her stomach.
Marietta scratched frantically at a piece of paper, trying to get the texture of his hair perfect. For the THIRD try she screwed it up yet again. "ERGH!" She erased furiously and slump back in her office chair in frustrated defeat. Music, she thought, I'll clear my head, then try again. She scrolled through her iPod, then gave up and pressed shuffle. A dance beat kicked on as she stabbed the smaller device onto a set of speakers. Maybe some dancing, yes, dancing is good. She jumped up and span the chair around before spinning herself.
There were almost two hundred miles between the Seattle airport and the Cullen's house, but to a love drunk vampire with endless stamina, it didn't even qualify as an obstacle. The only obstacle Alec had faced was trying to get a hotel room with an Italian bank account and the appearance of a minor. Thankfully, with an extra slip of the cash, he managed to get a room to drop his stuff off and to spend the next day hiding in…unless Marietta wanted him to spend the night, of course. In that case, he would have to cancel reservations…potentially compromise morals…which he HAD to get out of his permanently adolescent mind. She is in no way like that and so much as thinking that is insulting her.
Most of the run was through forest, part of which he knew had to be wolf inhabited. It reeked of wet dog, making him almost gag. That was part of what he liked about Italy; dark castles, no werewolves for miles. Unfortunately he would have to learn to tolerate them considering some of Marietta's closest friends are wolves and or romantically involved with them. He would also have to tolerate hunting in the trees on occasion and not mauling humans by the dozens whenever he took the notion.
A thick fog hung over all of the trees, making the night air incredibly humid, but, thankfully, breathing wasn't necessary, so getting to the Cullen's house was no problem. He'd been there a few times to check up on Renesme, but looking for Marietta was entirely different. While the being excited to get out was the same, he was MORE excited to see her, hold her again. In all honesty, what he REALLY wanted was to somehow convince her to follow him back to Italy. She'd become his mate and they would live happily ever after. After all, she would make one hell of a princess. She was positive, and gentle, and still had the starry-eyed innocence that he found a pleasant respite from the constant darkness he was cloaked in as a member of the guard. Yin and yang; she could be the light in his black hole of an existence.
Finally, Alec could see the house ahead. He took a moment to try and figure out where her room would be. He'd gotten a basic feel of the house from Aro and his knowledge from previous visits, so he reasoned that she had more than likely taken up residence in Edward's old room. In no time he shot around to the back of the house and spotted an open sliding glass door on the second floor. He took to a nearby tree where the limb approached the balcony and inched forward to take a peak. With that peak he spotted pink velvet curtains. Definitely Marietta, he thought as he flung himself, landing on his feet in the doorway.
The dance song ended and Marietta groaned reaching for the remote. She clicked impatiently for a minute until she heard the familiar bars of one of her favorite childhood songs. Humming along, she set the controller back on her desk, then swayed for a second. It wasn't long before the music completely entranced her. Her swaying evolved into a full waltz, arms in place, imagining his broad shoulders. Her humming evolved into full theatrical vocals, "You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream." She was mentally placing herself in the fairytale classic, waltzing with Alec around a ballroom while her dress faded back and forth from pink to blue.
Alec stifled a chuckle at how cute she looked dancing around in her bedroom. He had always been fascinated by pop culture, and this looked like the scene out of an eighties chick flick. As much as he enjoyed watching her, he couldn't resist any longer, so, he jumped into fill in the spot of the imaginary man she was dancing with who just happened to be his exact size.
Marietta squealed as her personal space vanished and her hand folded into another. She retracted herself with a gasp. Then looked back, "ALEC?!"
"Shhh!" He raised a finger to his lips, "Someone could hear you."
"You're here! I can't believe you're really here." She flung herself onto him, squeezing her arms around his neck. He welcomed her warmly locking his arms around her small waist. "I've been wanting to see you again for so long! Now that you're here, it's surreal! Pinch me!" She was talking, he was admiring how soft and long her hair was, how good she smelled, how she was warmer than him, and how her chest pressed against his.
"So when I'm not here, I'm a dream, and when I AM here I'm a dream." He jeered, flattered.
She pulled him back to look him in the eye, blushing a little, "Actually…when you're NOT here it's more like a nightmare." And before he could manage a response, she interjected again, "Alec," He raised his eyebrows in response. "I hate to say anything…or ask…but-" She let her arms slide, gripping his forearms.
"Marietta, you NEVER have to be afraid to say anything, ask anything-"
"Doesn't mean I'm not…weird about things-I'm just gonna get out with it-Remember the night we met?"
"How could I ever forget the best evening of my existence?"
She tried not to giggle, as he took one hand from her waist to push her hair back. "Well, um, we uh, kissed, and I um,"
He couldn't help but crack a smile, partially proud of himself from having wooed a girl so quickly, but just as equally giddy at her hinting that she wanted another go at him. Before she could finish stuttering her sentence, he removed his hands, cupping her face, tilting it to his. She silenced herself in time for his lips to capture hers. Rather than her previous surrender, she gave a little back this time, allowing her lips to melt with his. He LOVED it, she was soft, probably from the over application of lipgloss and she tasted like bubblegum. GOD she's such a teenager. Her young energy enticed him, everything from the ponytail to the fact that he was probably going to have glitter all over his mouth after. But he didn't want it to end. Doing an experiment, he removed himself.
Disappointed by the loss of feeling, Marietta stepped back to examine things. She'd been kissing, long enough to be aware of it. The idea excited her. The only other person she'd kissed was Seth, which she didn't plan on telling Alec about, seeing as he'd already seemed to withdrawal a little from her. Alec smirked, setting her back at ease. It was cute. It was still light and fun, nothing too serious. Why not? She reached for him again and he obliged, stepping forward. She unclasped the cloak from his neck and tossed it to her bed with pleading eyes, "Stay for a while,"
"If I may be so bold."
"Please…I could get used to having you around." And with that, she wound her arms back around his neck and they picked up from where they'd left off.