*Who sucks? WUNDUFUL-WHITE! Come on, say it with me! WHO SUCKS? WUNDUFUL-WHITE! Sorry for my lack of... Well... Being. I've had a really busy last few months, and I feel really terrible for never updating... Anyway, here's this. Just a note, guys, I've got a journal started('A Day in the Mind'), and I'm just gonna be complaining and fantasizing and stuff on there. Also, I want fanart... I know that the story's not fabulous or anything... But I want fanart... So if you do some, send me the link! Bad or good, I don't care. You get a cookie no matter what! :D*

She was perfect, as always.

It's funny to me sometimes how this is all I think.

How perfect she is.

It seems like it's constantly on my mind.

Her hair... Such a rich brown, so silky, just the right length.

Her eyes... How they sparkle in the right light, and they're just the perfect shade of icy blue...

And her body.

Oh, her body.

I shouldn't think things like this.

I'm a gentlemen, right?

I'm supposed to protect her honor, right?

I'm supposed to be respectful of her and her body, right?

We both agreed we wouldn't let it go too far anymore before we were married officially.

I can handle that...

Right?

...Probably not.

Right.

Well anyway, I should just tell the story.

The hotel room was... Deviously tempting. We had to practically peel ourselves off of each other. It took a lot for us to restrain ourselves... By which I mean me. Rebekah thinks she's the one who had to really exercise self control, but if she could hear my thoughts... Well, it took a lot. We decided right off the bat that we weren't going to be able to spend a lot of time in the room and still be relaxed, so off we went.

There were tons of things to see in Italy. However, as we'd both been there before, we had already seen the big stuff. So, cameras in hand, we hit the shops and cafes of the back streets.

In my head, I counted the places we went. Thirteen art bazaars, nine clothing shops, four antique shops, two fountains, and an old fashioned arcade. By five or six in the evening, we'd scoured at least five or six winding, twisting roads for fun little shops, and decided to stop for food. Outside a small cafe and restaurant that Rebekah claimed to have gone to on her last visit, we sat at a small, white, wrought-iron table with matching chairs that rested under an awning. We sipped coffee from palm-sized cups as we waited for our pizza. A multitude of bags sat next to us, containing enough souvenirs that I'd actually lost count. Mostly Rebekah's. Lots of scarves.

The waiter dropped off our pizza, we ate, payed, and left. Walking back in the general direction of the hotel, we made a stop at a public, but pretty much deserted fountain. It was the kind of thing you would've expected from the ancient Romans. Elaborate but simple, and perfectly beautiful. The kind of thing that couldn't possibly be made better. We spent a good half hour there, talking and throwing in coins and laughing. There was a look in her eyes that I hadn't seen before.

"What?" I asked her.

"Hm?" She looked away from the fountain at me, "Oh, it's nothing... It's just... So perfect. I've always loved the history, culture, and especially architecture of the Romans... It's simply perfect..." She grinned and tossed in another coin, seeming to relish in the moments that it spun through the air and into the bubbling, clear water of the fountain.

"I see."

Soon after that, we left for the hotel again. I carried the bags we'd gathered through out the day up to the room, waiting patiently for her to find the room key and get it in the door. We flipped on the lights and set to organizing things. Rebekah automatically started putting her scarves and other things in her bag to keep it from getting cluttered in the room. I simply moved my untouched bag to the empty desk that came with the room, clearing off the second bed so I could use it later that night. I watched her trying to stuff things into her bag on the floor, trying not to laugh when she lost her balance. I bent down to help her, pressing the top of the suitcase down while she tugged stubbornly at the zippers.

"Ugh," She huffed and fell back on her heels, having finally shut the suitcase. "I can't believe this all takes up that much space!"

"You shouldn't have bought so much."

"Well, you know me, I'm not used to being able to spend money. I mean, I don't want to normally, but I still grew up not having much... It's a weird twist to be able to spend as much as I like."

I nodded, not having experienced it myself, but generally feeling the same.

"Well..." She turned to me, "I guess we should be getting to sleep soon..."

"Yeah..."

We stood still, not comfortably.

"So, then..."

"Yeah."

"Okay..."

"...Yeah."

With a jolt, Rebekah said something shortly about a shower, and disappeared into the bathroom. I sighed to myself, flopping on my bed and kicking my shoes off and rolling over. I listened to her as I tried to sleep, but inwardly I knew it wasn't going to happen at all. Later, not sure how much time went by, I listened to her come out and flop on her bed, switching off the lights as she went. It was almost torture to be this close to her, and still be so far away.

This trip wasn't going to be quite as easy as I thought...