Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 2:17:52 AM)
(This user has entered Roadtrip) (IP = 173.161.17.49)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 2:25:23 AM)
(This user has entered Roadtrip) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 2:28:16 AM)
(Would you like to start or me?)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 2:29:34 AM)
(You)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 2:31:42 AM)
(kk()

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 2:34:03 AM)
Sleeping in shifts, on and off, we've been driving nearly non-stop all the way to Vegas here in between the bantering and flirting. It's been a long trip but, with her in tow, well worth it. Finally the lights of the city had appeared in the distance ahead of us and after that we'd found ourselves driving through fabulous Las Vegas! I look over to her and grin, giving her leg a squeeze, before returning my attention to the road. "I'm not too familiar with the lay-out here... where do we go from here?" Or, in defiance of all male social conventions, do I need to ask for directions?

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 2:43:16 AM)
Stasia shakes her head, "I'm not sure. I suppose we could try to find a hotel? Do we plan to spend the night in Vegas or are we planning to Marry and leave instantly on a honey-moon? The only thing I am sure of is that I want a shower, and a real meal." Her lips curve up as she smiles, and her had fell atop his to gently brush her fingertips across the back of his palm. "I'm so glad we finally made it." She admits, relief in her eyes that they would soon be out of the car. Yes, it had been a long trip. It had taken nearly a day - but here they were.... and ready for the next stage of their adventure.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 2:44:03 AM)
She drops her head to his shoulder, and brushes his throat with her lips. "What do you want to do?" She was content to let him make their decisions....

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 2:48:51 AM)
"In all honesty I think we should find a hotel because, if we don't, we might have an accident leaving on an instant honeymoon as I could no longer keep my paws off you." I grin to her, purring as her lips brush my sensitive skin upon my throat. "I didn't think this car could go so fast." Then. "Find a wedding chapel then a place to stay?"

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 2:53:21 AM)
Stasia seemed to mull this over. This was her 'wedding day.' She had never been quite so elated. Before, she had wondered if she would ever have one. Warmth and affection show in her gaze as she gazes across the car toward Jason. "Maybe we should pull over for lunch? I think that we could probably find a hotel with a wedding package on my i-phone and make reservations." Her lips purse, "Have you ever thought of a Vegas Hotel that you would just -love- to be married in? I have heard that the Venetian has some lovely packages. They marry you in a Gondola." She giggles. "Red and Henry got married in a Pirates themed wedding. There are others... We could do a theme, if you want." Her brow puckered. "I suppose I am terribly bad at this. Most women spend -years- planning a wedding. We're pulling one together in only a few days."

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 2:57:36 AM)
"My dear Stasia, I do declare, I believe you to be a genius!" I answer her, "Lunch while we figure this out would be perfect. As would simply a hotel that lets one get married within it!" It'd be the easiest of all possible outcomes and the gondola sounds pretty cool! I'd never been quite sure about someone dressed up like Elvis though, for me, the ceremony is secondary in importance to simply being with her. That thought in mind, I don't want to start off on the wrong foot and, despite her casual nature thus, far I don't want to start off on the wrong foot. "The gondola sounds pretty if that's something you'd like. Does anything in particular captivate your imagination?" And then, spotting a greek diner type joint, I ask, "And would that serve or did you have a preference for lunch, my lovely Dame?"

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 3:07:06 AM)
(This user has entered Roadtrip) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 3:07:09 AM)
Her laughter escaped and her hands clap. “Yes, yes, yes. I can’t wait to be away from this car. I really want to stretch my legs. Oh, and a shower, I ‘really’ want a shower.” Stasia’s face was animated and her silvery-eyes flicker like molten steel. She licks her lips, finding them dry, and tugs down the sun-visor on the passenger side to begin freshening her hair and makeup. A very serious thought struck her, “Jason, what if they can’t marry us tonight?” Her gaze turned toward him in enquiry. “Would you want me to book separate rooms and a honeymoon suite for tomorrow night?” She chews her lip, then shakes her head. “No. I don’t care if we have to do it in an Elvis Chapel dressed like Prisoners. I want to marry you tonight.” She sighs. “I don’t think I can wait another day, sexy. I don’t plan to.”

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 3:11:35 AM)
"They'll marry us tonight." I vow, sure of it. "It's a trademark of Vegas, isn't it? Should they give us any difficulties I'll simply have to funnel some of what Seline gave me to convince them otherwise. Don't worry, my love, I can talk them into it if they refuse." Living life as a con man has taught me the value of words and, most importantly, how to twist them. With her I am honorable but she is also kin, she is Pumonca. The normal humans which compose the majority of this world have no such right to expect me to play by their rules. That's not how the food chain works. "We'll room together tonight. Only one bed needed, I think, unless you feel energetic enough to break the first one." I'm only half-kidding too because I know how badly I'm burning for her. "And here we are!" I pull into the lot, hop out, and move around to hold her door open for her like a coachman.

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 3:18:02 AM)
Staia slips from the vehicle. She spritzed herself with her perfume, causing a cloud to waft toward Jason’s nose. Living with a woman, oh, it would be some getting used to - doubtless. She slid her hand into his, her fingers nestling happily curled in his palm as they start toward the restaurant. “After this, shopping?” she questions. He saw in her gaze that she cared what she married in. After all, she had mentioned the want of wedding pictures. “You may want to rent a tux...” she gently offers, though she will not press. If he balked in the slightest he could just marry in the suit he’d worn despite the wrinkles from the time spent on the road. She reaches into her purse, and tugs out a credit card. It is passed over, and it appears to be a company card for a non-profit organization. “Make any charges we need to this. I have another. A few more actually. Our group is privately funded. We will never want for money.”

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 3:19:18 AM)
(This user has left DigiChat) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 3:22:31 AM)
(This user has left DigiChat) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 3:22:57 AM)
(This user has entered Roadtrip) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 3:23:19 AM)
I inhale the perfume deeply, purring my approval, leaning in to give her a strong kiss as one hand trails gently through her hair and down the length of her spine. She smells divine, purely divine, and I hold her for a moment before releasing. "Shopping would be good, yes. I should wear something more formal for our wedding." I agree. "My suit is comfortable but a touch wrinkled from travel." Holding her hand I lead her in through the door, accepting the card, and looking at it curiously. "Once we're married and back home I'd love to hear more about this organization." Pocketing it. "But, for now, I want to pay attention to you and only you. What color tux do you think I should get? Black and white? Colored vest? Hmm... so many options."

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 3:27:32 AM)
She smiles. "I can't have any alterations done to my dress. There won't be time. So, I am going to get something with a fitted bodice that I can pin in white. Simple... Classic... Don't worry... I promise to make sure t hat there is something perfectly delicious underneath for later tonight!" Her beaming smile doubtless told everyone they passed that the two were in Vegas to marry. Stasia kept close to Jason's side, allowing him to lead her inside the restaurant. Food, Hotel, Dress, Shoes.... It all seemed so complex - and yet... it wasn't. She could purchase everything from the same store. Hadn't the hotel even provided the bouquet for Red? Yes, she was sure they had. She reacalled the story and related as much to Jason. Her mind was filled with dress ideas - something simple - something daring... something suited for the two of them. They were quite an intrepid couple. "I can't wait for it to be over." She honestly admits, once again. Surely she had repeated the phrase a million times since they'd started

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 3:33:15 AM)
"Once we're finished with lunch we can get our shopping done and then be off to matrimony." I smile warmly with a suggestive tone. "I've no worries what's underneath your dress will be the most delicious experience I'll ever have in my life." I listen to the story with a keen and fascinated expression, eyes flickering interestedly, barely looking at the waiter who takes the drink and food orders when we're ready. I sit there and watch her with all the intensity of a cat watching an object of utmost curiosity. Lured in, intent, focused only the small booth encompassing our figures. My entire world, at this moment. World War Three could be raging outside and my only response would be to shift so any stray bullets hit me instead of her. "Soon we'll be married and then the true journey begins; life together. It is a long road to walk alone and I shall remain thankful to the end of my days that you walked it with me."

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 3:39:03 AM)
"You couldn't get rid of me now if you tried!" She promied as her fork broke the flaky curst of her spanakopita. She had been ravenous, though found that she could eat very little for the butterflies that raged inside. The food had little taste, and she attributed it to her obvious excitement. She sipped her drink, and contented herself to stare at Jason. Her phone was pushed toward him to book their hotel. "Here, you can do our booking. After all, it will doubtless take me slightly longer to shop than you. I am sure I will have a dozen ladies trying to throw ten different dresses at me at once." She smiled, knowing how such things worked. "We can check in as soon as we leave, drop our bags - and hit the town!" It seemed so simple when she said it, she'd no doubt the two could really pull it off.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 3:46:04 AM)
"Perish the thought of trying! I would follow you to the ends of the earth." Which given my yava is no small boast to make but such are for my knowledge alone; I dare not tell her any of the three secrets revealed to be at the end of my training. I nod and take the phone, getting us booked up at a nice looking hotel in between bites of my hamburger, jotting down the confirmation number on a napkin before handing the phone back and pocketing the piece of paper. "All set!" I give her a pair of dreamy eyes set on my face. "Ten at once? Yes, you definately need to stick with me. I'm only inclined to rip off one instead of make you play catch with so much expensive clothing!" A purr. "I can't wait to see what you pick."

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 4:02:33 AM)
She laughs, "Something very simple, I think." She was more than glad to be finished with the meal and on their way to the hotel. She truly didn't want to linger, wanting to be away and on her shopping experience. She promised him she would be back within four hours from their arrival, and not a minute later. She kissed him, but did not tarry. After all, with his mouth on hers it was too easy to forget the time, the place, and even herself. This was his last chance of freedom, she joked, so while she dropped in on the dress-makers - maybe he'd want to pick up a show? She even laughed that after they married she'd rip the eyes out of any show-girl who batted lashes his way. Soon enough, she sailed out the door purse in hand and ready to shop. Of course, she didn't take him along because it wouldn't do for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 4:04:57 AM)
(afk - dog walking)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 4:08:19 AM)
(alrighty)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 4:08:22 AM)
I'd grinned and kissed her back although I hadn't actually gone to see a show after she left. I'd taken a quick shower and then set off myself to pick out a tux. The experience is pretty quick and easy, they take my measurements and actually had my size in stock! Truly they couldn't get me out of there soon enough since I was bothering at least half the customers due to the Curse and thus I'd set about preparing her surprise for later. What's a credit card for if not to spend money? I'm a busy little bee for the next two hours or so until she returns where I'm waiting for her at the hotel room, dressed to the nines in my tux, and ready to get married. I'm still excited, still nervous, and everything in between. This is her 'last chance' at freedom as well and while I trust her I'd be a liar to say the thought of her leaving doesn't chill my bones. But no, I know she's not like that, she'll return. And I eagerly await her.

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 4:14:42 AM)
(This user has entered Roadtrip) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 4:16:47 AM)
I'd grinned and kissed her back although I hadn't actually gone to see a show after she left. I'd taken a quick shower and then set off myself to pick out a tux. The experience is pretty quick and easy, they take my measurements and actually had my size in stock! Truly they couldn't get me out of there soon enough since I was bothering at least half the customers due to the Curse and thus I'd set about preparing her surprise for later. What's a credit card for if not to spend money? I'm a busy little bee for the next two hours or so until she returns where I'm waiting for her at the hotel room, dressed to the nines in my tux, and ready to get married. I'm still excited, still nervous, and everything in between. This is her 'last chance' at freedom as well and while I trust her I'd be a liar to say the thought of her leaving doesn't chill my bones. But no, I know she's not like that, she'll return. And I eagerly await her.

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 4:19:56 AM)
True to word, Stasia had returned at the appointed time. She was a dutiful and honor-bound kin; she had agreed to become Jason’s mate. Even if there were any wedding anxieties, they would be quickly squelched. Stasia was quite sure that she had fallen in love with Jason. Even she was not quite so sure how it had happened in so short a time, but love him she did. She was most eager to become Mrs. Niles. It was not Staisa who knocked on the door, but an elderly porter who told him that his bride would be ready in less than thirty minutes, if that would be acceptable to Jason. He also solicitously inquired if there was a message that Jason would like to pass on to his bride, as it will be the last opportunity to do so before the ceremony commences.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 4:23:45 AM)
"Tell her that I love her." I grin to the Porter, who doesn't look at all displeased to leave my presence. The rage, the cat underneath, it drives them off and makes them uneasy but no matter. It all makes things go smoother. I duck back into the room and double check my hair and tux, making sure everything is set to go. I give myself another quick spray of my cologne and then, doing a once-over, decide I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Dad would have loved to see this

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 4:29:37 AM)
(This user has left DigiChat) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 4:32:32 AM)
(brb)

plague.baby OOC (Jun 21, 2011 4:32:34 AM)
(This user has left DigiChat) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 4:37:58 AM)
(This user has entered Roadtrip) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 4:38:02 AM)
(WB)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 4:39:57 AM)
(Need me to re-post?)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 4:50:08 AM)
Jason was lead to the area where the Gondola Weddings take place. The foyer was doubtless filled with spectators eager to see someone tie one the knot in Vegas. The hotel had provided an elegant bouquet of pastel colored flowers that complimented the simple yet elegant dress Stasia had chosen. She had opted to fore-go a veil, for there was no mystery between she and Jason. The two would be mated - honorably and before the Spirits and their Ancestors before them. And, more-so, it was Vegas. It was a simple ceremony to seal their fates and to tie them together as they forge a new future for themselves. When the wedding march begins, heads turn and people gasp as the woman begins to make her way toward her Husband to be. She wore a simple button back gown an A-line cut that clung deliciously to her curves. Her hair was left unbound, to curl in a hedonistic, bed-tousled manner. She was radiant, and she as she moved toward him none could doubt that she had eyes for no other.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 4:55:12 AM)
My lips curl into a smile which gets only brighter and brighter the nearer she gets. Truly, she's the most beautiful creature in the room and in my own not-so-insignifigant opinion; the world. It accents her body shape perfectly and the toussled look to her hair is at once natural and exciting. Her skin seems to glow with both youth and energy, sitrring my blood once more already. I wait for her at the end of the aisle in my tux. Black pants with a long-cut jacket containing thin red pin-stripes. The jacket is open to reveal a button down red vest and ties, a dark gray shirt beneath yet only visible near the neck. It works well with my darker skin hue and may almost even give the perception of radiating heat which is the warmth of my body and affection for her. My spirit cries with happiness and its deep, pervading presence sets its roots deeply all throughout my body.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 5:04:25 AM)
Stasia’s breath caught and her chest swelled. She had never seen anyone more handsome. When the wedding march put her beside him, she took his hands, and vowed her heart to him. There was no faltering of voice, as she gave her vowels. Though, her eyes were dampened with tears that threatened to spill and on yet another occasion she was grateful for waterproof makeup. Stasia had requested modern vows which spoke of promise, and love, and everlasting trust and yet God had been omitted. Stasia was Pumonca. She did not want for the most sacred of vows taken between she and her mate to be soiled with a lie.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 5:10:43 AM)
I recite my vows to her in turn, feeling the powerful emotion of the moment welling up within me as well. I keep my tears from leaking but my voice catches ever so slightly at the end which I clear with a small, barely audible cough. An older looking green cat's eye ring was given to her as the sealing of my oath. It belonged to my family and being without ability to buy a ring myself for her I now pass it on to she who is my wife. The stone is the same shade of green she's seen in my eyes when the light catches them just right; the cat's stare.. I promise my love, loyalty, and faithfulness to her now and for all time. At the end, when the officiating preacher says to kiss the bride, it's a deep and slow movement as I press my lips to her. Every word of commitment I spoke I attempt to emulate in that one gesture as my mouth touches hers, soft at first and then stronger before finally releasing to the applause of those present. It's done. And I can't stop smiling.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 5:23:23 AM)
She had not expected a ring, and was touched when he slid the band over her finger. She would cherish it always for it had came from Jason. Her fingers lightly caress his. She had not the time to shop for rings, but after their wedding kiss as they were presented to the assembly of onlookers as Mr. and Mrs. Jason Niles Stasia whispers, “I will get you a band, Jason - when we are home and can shop together for the engraving.” She didn’t know his size, after all. She was careful to keep her finger curled around the ring in case it wasn’t a perfect fit. She would be aghast if she lost it. Her lips turn up at the corners as they are seated in the gondola for their ceremonial ride with chocolates and champagne, and she continues. “I love you, Jason. We will be -very- happy together.” The gondolier choose that moment to begin singing, and Stasia’s hands framed Jason’s face as she kissed him gently.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 5:28:54 AM)
The ring would be slightly loose on her finger but otherwise fit well enough; it'll need to be properly sized later on but as she said there was no time. I nod my head in agreement to her statement about getting me a ring as well and look forward to the trip. By ring, necklace, watch, or other token we'll carry a memory of each other with us to remind our hearts of the other when they're not near. For now, however, we're -very- near indeed. I kiss her in turn as the man's voice sings throughout our gondola ride, the rest of the world fading to nothingness in the joy of our union. Approved by the elder and now officially wed; there's no doubt that we're truly a pair. "And I love you Stasia. Forever and always."

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 5:38:49 AM)
She came to her senses long enough to have the champagne and chocolate sent to their room. All around them, strangers waved and snapped pictures. Stasia was suddenly very sorry that she didn't wear a veil. The two seemed crowded, and the continual flashing of cellphones and digital cameras was making her nervous. After all, the gang had not arrived. "Jason, we need to go." Her wide eyes meet his. She was cautious, and cautious kinfolk did not have their pictures plastered over someones Vegas Vacation memory book.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 5:42:26 AM)
I nod my head, understanding. Being so used to the open sky or at least the seclusion of the warehouse the press of phones and flashes is disconcerting. I duck beneath the crowd and past them as another gondola pulls up behind us with another couple similiarly married and used the distraction to get us back out into the hall of the hotel. "That was fun." I grin. But I'm also feeling some aggression rise from the press of the unknown individuals so it's indeed best we left. "There's photography down that way for formal portraits, since most the people here are busy we could get in and done before they switch gears."

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 5:47:10 AM)
She nods. "Let's go." With a smile, she squeezes his hand, and the two start off in that direction. Doubtless, the two are stopped and congratualted by many who had been able to observe the ceremony. In fact, people start to give them money as wedding gifts. Stasia looks confused, but does offer thanks. She does decline to allow anyone to take their picture. She indicated that it was against her personal beliefs. And, it was. Getting onself tailed by a Fomori or a Dancer because one wanted to forget themselves in frivolity was an earmark of stupidity. Stasia was not stupid.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 5:51:40 AM)
Congratulations are fine, money is kind of weird but I'll take it from them if they're throwing it away, and photographs are just out. A few more might be snapped but we get to the professional before long whom, fortunately, has a no freelancers policy. I'd rather not have our trip disrupted by servants of Asura so I'm thankful for that. I follow the man's instructions, smiling and cooperating. Standing behind her with my hands on her waist for some, some with jacket on and some with it off, others where I'm sitting and she's leaning on one of my shoulders. Each time the light flashes it's like a lightning strike and within half an hour he's congratulating us himself and handing me a card for his website where we can view proofs and order prints. Password protected so there's some security at least.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 5:57:43 AM)
Stasia was compliant enough for the photographer, at least - as long as he did not try to touch her face or her hair while positioning her for her photos. He quickly relalized her need for space, and the session progressed more smoothly. Stasia leans to whisper, "Soon, love, this will all be behind us. I honestly am not eager to linger in Vegas." Her lips brush against his ear, her breath warm and inviting. She nuzzles closer while the last minute details are covered with the photographer. There was internet access at the warehouse, they would have no problems viewing their prints either there or from Stasia's cellphone.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:00:55 AM)
"We won't be here long." I answer, agreeing with the sentiment. "But I'm still glad we came." It's been an experience, this city. So vibrant at night and yet so dead at the same time; plenty to do but no true purpose in any of the people doing them. It's almost... draining in a way. Like a time leech that tries to draw people in, milk them dry of fortune and inheritance, then deposit them back out onto the street to make more money with which to feed the casinos. "You look so beautiful; that dress is perfect for you." I purr. "I'm sure the prints turned out well."

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:09:38 AM)
“I could find groom as handsome and wonderful as you. Not if I searched for a lifetime.” She smiles, her voice dropping as she whispers, “And I am grateful to Seline that I have been blessed to know you in my youth, when we are both young and vital, and virile.” Her arm drew through his to rest upon his elbow, and her cheek fell to press against his bicep. “I have no regrets. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I have found you, and no one will separate us.” Looking down into her eyes, he notes the depth of emotion she held for him - and the sincerity shone in the sparkling depths of her silver-stare.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:10:42 AM)
d, or all of San Fran will burn in its gaze

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:10:54 AM)
(Disregard above, stupid cross-posting from YIM)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:16:49 AM)
"As am I, my Stasia. Before age or battle dims the chance. But we are both of us very alive and in love. We are bound as surely as if by iron through our oaths and vows." My heart flutters some and I kiss her again, no longer the kiss of a suitor but the kiss of a husband. Of a mate. I pull her towards me to run my tongue against her own as I taste her mouth against mine. Strong arms lock around her waist and lift her up into the air with the kiss, tilting backwards and hugging her securely. It's several moments before I set her down again and, when I do, that greenish glint shines in my eyes. "Your devotion honors me as I pray mine will you." Another kiss. "I could travel a lifetime and never see a woman close to your equal. Surely, you have none. You are like sacred gold, my wife."

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:25:43 AM)
"... and our life together will be my most precious treasure, dear husband...” she spoke when she could find both her voice and her knees after his earth-shattering kiss in a tone that was soft with wonder. She loved when he kissed her as if no one were watching, and the feeling of possession she felt while in his arms. It was safe and already wonderful, familiar. She felt the stirring in her middle as the butterflies in her stomach took wing. Soon. They would be joined in ways that none could dare separate. Even after this night, she might carry his child. The thought filled her with an unexpected joy as she thought of swelling with their child. She had been more than truthful when she said that she wished to rear Pumonca Warriors to be trained to shape the future of their kind.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:29:44 AM)
One arm behind her back, another under her knees, and I scoop her up like I did that night at the lake when I carried her. I inhale her scent deeply and my jaw trembles with the raw intensity of it all. She is mine, I am hers, and our life is just now starting together. "This hall is getting crowded, don't you think?" And then I'm walking, carrying her, towards the elevator that leads back upstairs. Back towards our room where her surprise is waiting for her. She's so light and warm in my grasp, and my adrenaline is running so high, that I'm at once careful lest I hurt her and yet firm as if she weighed no more than a feather and I was afraid she might blow away.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:37:08 AM)
Stasia curled in his arms. Her dress trailed down and she felt as if she were weightless in his arms. He was so strong, so handsome, so... everything. Staisa giggles as the elevator door closed behind them, with her fingers splayed over his face she captures his mouth with her own for a long and lingering kiss. She nibbles his lower lip, and sweeps her tongue against his teeth until his lips part further and she can fully taste him. A moan reverberates between them as she suckles his tongue, and when the door opens two stories below their floor, the couple staring at them open-mouthed quickly breathed, "Sorry... sorry... we'll just... ah... get the next one... you go on now..." After all, Staisa had glared and Jason's rage alone was a formidable threat. “Now... where -were- we?” Her fingers slide through his hair, tucking a strand behind his ear as she smiles into his eyes.

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:42:21 AM)
I answer her by grabbing her lower lip with my mouth and sucking on it, then tracing the sides of her tongue with my own as the elevator keeps riding upwards. My fingers tighten around her and my skin itches as if a thousand needles were trying to emerge from it. Again and again I kiss her, the taste of her mouth permeating my every sense, and when the doors open on our floor I'm still kissing her as we walk. As I open the door with the key card and carry her inside, letting it close and lock behind us. The entire room is filled with flowers of varying types and color, some in vases and others hanging from fixtures such as the bed posts and lamps. The air has a heavy, floral scent to it that might remind one of an idyllic field out of a greek legend that tingles the nose. A bucket of iced champagne resides atop the night stand with two glasses.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:46:57 AM)
Staisa’s eyes widen, and fill with tears. They slip down her cheeks and she sniffles delicately in embarrassment as she slings her arms around his neck. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She coos, before kissing him once more. He can taste the saltiness of her tears, though they were not unhappy. In fact, she could not remember a time when she had felt more content with her existence. It was as if the world had suddenly aligned and Jason were the center of her universe, and she said so, hesitantly, and shyly as she stared up at him with laughing, adoring eyes while her fingertips brush at her dampened cheeks. She gazes in awed wonder at their room, feeling like the princess in a fairy tale - or caught in a dream. If she were sleeping, she prayed she never woke. To awake and find that Jason was no more than a figment of her longing imagination was too dire to contemplate

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:50:32 AM)
"I'm glad you like it." I smile and set her down gently so she can explore, look around if she likes, while remaining near her with my usual disregard for personal space. "It would not have done to have anything less for she who owns my heart." And when I'm given a card with the intructions to spend I like to put it to use. This whole trip has been a whirlwind romance of the highest caliber and I see no need to dim it by letting the room disappoint. Here, where we'll truly become mates, I want her to have such a thing to remember the evening by. Our song will be written by each other as we sing together and the flowers shall bear witness. My hands trace up and down her back, rubbing her shoulders, then tickling with finger tips down her arms and sides.

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:52:51 AM)
(Sweetie, I have to run this morning. My roommate has an interview and he needs me to iron his clothing. No, he doesn't know how to iron. He is twenty-eight years old. I have no answer for that one)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:53:46 AM)
(But - HE NEEDS A FUCKING JOB BEFORE I MOVE OUT AND LEAVE HIM STRANDED)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:53:51 AM)
(So... there you have it lol)

Stasia Stonerook (Jun 21, 2011 6:55:12 AM)
(This user has left DigiChat) (IP = 68.10.157.235)

Jason Niles (Jun 21, 2011 6:55:15 AM)
(This user has left DigiChat) (IP = 173.161.17.49)