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It was early afternoon by the time the faery awoke from her slumber. It took a long moment for her to remember the events of the prior day, but eventually, she remembered why she was waking up in a hotel bed with a vampire sleeping soundly on the other end. How strange this all was. Marcelle leaned up and pulled the covers off, walking silently into the bathroom before stripping off her clothes and stepping into the shower. The warm water felt so wonderful, washing away the worries of yesterday. Dozens of thoughts swirled about her head, but the story Aiden had told her... it chilled her. Why hadn't the faery's fought back? Weren't they able to?

"Good morning!" The voice appeared in the shower behind her, the girl jumping, letting out a shriek.

"What the hell are you doing! Get out!" She was naked! This was not appropriate!

"Calm down. I came in to get cleaned up, just like you. Although the view isn't too bad." He stepped around her, giving her a wink as he looked her up and down.

"Get out, you pervert!" She slapped him, doing her best to shield her body from his sight.

"I will when I've finished showering." The hit didn't even phase him, and he turned, tilting his head back to let the water flow down him. "Would you relax, please?" Marcelle remained with her back towards him, pressed against the wall with her arms covering her chest.

"With you standing behind me, completely nude, and watching me? I don't think so."

"Then why don't you get out?" He smiled at her, cocking a brow.

"I want to finish showering!"

"Then please, finish." He stood to the side, making room for her to move into the stream.

With a heavy blush filling her cheeks, the fae shifted, back remaining facing him, moving until she was standing under the water. But now, Marcelle didn't even want to wash. She wanted to get out. To slap him as hard as she could, and get the hell out.

A chill went down her spine as she felt a cold hand against her wing, body freezing as he stroked it.

"Stop it, Aiden." He chuckled, whispering into her ear.

"Make me." The tone he spoke in sent another chill. What did he expect her to do? He was a dozen times stronger than her, and she was more focused on covering herself than forcing him to stop touching her. His hand moved, tips of his fingers running up her arm, stopping at her shoulder and running down once more. His other hand began to snake around her wait, but that was enough. Quick as a snake, she left the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and fleeing the wash room quickly.

How dare he touch her. Marcelle was half tempted to cut off his manhood and shove it down his throat. How dare he!

"There are clothes for you in my bag." Aiden's voice scared her once more, but at least this time he wasn't practically upon her. He walked towards the black duffel bag and pulled out a pretty little outfit, jeans and a chiffon green tank, complete with a matching bra and panties. Tossing it at her, Marcelle caught the bundle. Glancing up at the vampire, who had his back towards her, she stood and dropped the towel, dressing herself quickly.

They were boarding the airplane then, smiling at the woman who took their tickets. "Honeymoon?" She asked, which merited an immediate "Yes!' from the raven haired man, right before he leaned down and kissed her.

"Don't you ever do that again." She growled to him as she took her seat.

"Oh come on, it's just a show."

They sat there for what felt like ages, but eventually, the aircraft began moving, going faster and faster until the whole vessel was at an incline, heading up towards the sky. Her hands gripped the arm rests, knuckles going white as she tried to calm herself. Aiden noticed almost immediately, chuckling and placing a hand over hers.

"Calm down. If we start to go down, all you have to do is spread those pretty little wings and float down to land."

"I can't fly." Marcelle's green orbs remained shut as she whispered the truth, scared out of her mind.

"What?"

"I. Can't. Fly."

"A faery who can't fly. How very strange." She could feel him smiling through his words, body shaking slightly as he chuckled. Boy, was she getting tired of hearing that rude, annoying, preposterous sound. A ding sounded throughout the interior, Aiden squeezing her hand softly. "You are now free to move about the vessel." Her eyes opened, looking around at her surroundings, only to land on Aiden, who was giving her a warm smile. "How did you come to America, if you're afraid of planes?"

"I took a ship."

"And you like the water better?"

"I don't like either, actually. But water, I suppose is better. At least I'd just end up drowning quickly. If the plane were to crash, we'd know it for far too long." He stared at her for a long while, face straight until he finally burst into laughter.

"Are you afraid of heights, my little butterfly?" Marcelle's cheeks turned a soft pink, more annoyed with him than she had been.

"That's none of your business."

"I suppose we'll have to teach you how to fly."

Marcelle sat in her seat by herself for nearly an hour, staring out the window and wondering where that little blood sucker had gotten to. He finally returned, skin looking even more flawless, and his blue eyes even brighter.
"Do I even want to know where you went?" Green orbs fell upon a pretty blonde girl, probably in her early twenties, who stumbled past, holding her head. He glanced up at her, smiling back at the faery.
"I needed to get my energy back in case something happens when we land. I couldn't get all my energy back with just one girl, now could I?" Oh god.

"So you... just waited for girls to come to the lavatory, and you just jumped them?"

"Jumped? No. Bit? Yes. I'm saving myself for a very pretty redhead." Stomach turned at the thought.
"You'll be waiting centuries."

"Then centuries I'll wait." She grumbled at him, turning back to stare out the window. Silence fell between them for a long time, his voice finally breaking it.

"So you've never been with a man?" Marcelle glanced at him.

"Most certainly not. I don't invite strangers to share my bed with me."

"You have such a strange way of explaining things. You know that?"

"Why, because I don't spew out the first incompetent thing that comes to mind? Or the fact that I've been educated enough to use a larger vocabulary than a four year old?" He smiled, shaking his head as he watched her.

"Because you sound like you're from another time."

"What, is that a bad thing? How old are you again? Shouldn't you enjoy conversations such as these?" Aiden shrugged, slouching in his seat as he gazed about the cabin.

"Old enough. And because I make fun of you doesn't mean I don't enjoy it. I could actually listen to your voice all day." She hated when he did that.

"Well I couldn't stand to talk to you all day."

"What about addressing a large group of people? Like a medieval court?" Marcelle looked at him through narrowed eyes, eyebrow raised as she watched him, curious about the meaning behind that.

"What do you mean?" How strange he was. But Aiden shut his eyes, shaking his head once.

"Never mind. Don't worry about it. We'll be there soon. Might as well try and rest before we land. We have a lot to do when we get there." He was right. With a sigh, the fae closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat. Might as well rest her body as much as she could.