August282012

Honeymoon Story: VISITING FLORENCE — PART I

Tessa could not remember a time when she had not loved William Owen Herondale. They were in Florence this week, staying at the lovely Florence Institute, as they did in all great cities they visited, that had Institutes almost as big as the London one and provided accommodation for travelling Shadowhunters and their families.

Will had just arranged a warm bath to be set for them — oh, how she loved their shared baths! — and after they have washed each other with water and kisses, and no doubt sprayed soap all over the room in the process, Tessa would finally find out what the carefully guarded surprise was. Will told her two days ago that he had a surprise for her, and that she would discover what it was in two days time. Tessa was practically bursting with excitement and anticipation as the minutes and hours dragged by endlessly.

Angela, the girl who was preparing their bath left just as Will walked into the room. What a sight he was! Blazing blue eyes — his beautiful eyes were always the first thing Tessa would notice about him and that never changed — messy black hair, radiant smile, tall, handsome figure, and a face of an angel. That was her husband. Her heart skipped a beat upon seeing him and then resumed its purpose at a slightly quicker pace.

Will stared at Tessa looking every bit as dazed as she felt. “Tess,” he said finally in a low, gravelly voice.

“Will,” she answered almost inaudibly, swallowing hard.

In a matter of seconds they crashed into each other in the middle of the vast room and were kissing fiercely. Tessa could feel Will’s hands on her neck, then back, her waist, and suddenly in her hair, pulling her intricately arranged braids down. Distantly, she could hear clanking of her hairpins on the floor, but was too busy to give the sounds much thought. Her hands were in Will’s hair, then caressing his lovely cheekbones, then on his chest, then stroking his back, unbuttoning his jacket, in his hair again. He was undoing her corset binding with expert fingers, and planting small kisses along her chest and collarbone while doing so. Tessa gasped a little and Will raised his head to look at her. Their gazes locked together and they were kissing once more, leaving no space for air. Who needed air, anyway? Air was overrated, Tessa thought.

Will broke away first. Tessa must have looked terrible, because he smiled sweetly and said, “Don’t be cross, my dear, this is just for a little while. And, you must allow, necessary if we are to take our bath before you get your surprise.”

Tessa jumped up. Her surprise! For a minute there, she’d completely forgotten about it! And it was all she could think about for the last two days. What power he had over her! Astonishing! Dangerous! Frightening! Thrilling. Wonderful. Adoring.

“When will I find out my surprise? Is that a surprise too? Oh, just tell me what it is!” she said.

Will’s smile grew wider. “All in good time, my love. Now, come. Tess.”

He walked her towards the tub, where steamy mist was hovering just above the surface of the water. As they drew closer, Tessa could smell something sweet and flowery and soft in the air, that made her think of a summer day back home, in America. No. Not home. Just — America. Will was her home now. She could not, for the life of her, imagine herself feeling at home anywhere in this world where Will was not.

He was removing her dresses now, patiently working layer by layer, using every opportunity to tickle or kiss bare skin where it flashed white and smooth. Tessa was all goose bumps. She reached for Will’s shirt, determined to rip it off him, but failed miserably when he moved downwards to free her legs from the last bit of undergarments. When he finished untangling them, he didn’t immediately come back up as Tessa had expected, but stayed kneeling, staring at her naked feet and legs, mesmerised. Will began to kiss her toes, then legs, progressing inch by inch, emerging gradually into view, until he was at her eyelevel again. This time she managed to take off his shirt; his bare chest, all creamy smoothness and lean muscles, greeted her eyes, and she gazed upon him lovingly, letting her hands explore before she closed the distance between them by simply walking into him. They became an intertwined mess of hot skin and dishevelled hair that somehow ended up rolling around in bed.

This time Tessa stopped. “What was it that you said before? Something about a surprise and taking a bath?” She laughed.

“I think,” Will said a little breathlessly, “that everything can just wait. Just wait for a few minutes longer.”

“But the water—”

“The water will be fine. It was too hot anyway, so it will probably be even better in fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes?!” Tessa echoed in disbelief. “You mean to say that your ‘few’ minutes are, in fact, fifteen?”

“Ten?” Will said, a plea in his voice.

“Five,” Tessa declared. “Or seven,” she added as an afterthought. ”Seven minutes in Heaven.”

Will grinned and pulled her closer.

—written by Ms. Reed

June92012

Pre-honeymoon story: THE QUACK ATTACK AND THE UNLIKELY SAVIOUR

It was the first of April 1880. and the sun was shining in London, shooting diamonds of white light down at people who were walking slowly around the Hyde Park, immersed in conversation. There was four of them — two boys and two girls, all well-dressed, proper gentlemen and ladies. One of the boys and one of the girls were apparently siblings — they both had dark hairs, colour of the night; and their blue eyes were blazing sapphires crashing into amethyst. The other boy was pale and had sort of an odd coloured, silvery hair and a pair of matching eyes. The other girl was tall for a lady; still, both young gentlemen were taller than her; she had plain brown hair and intelligent gray eyes. Their names were, respectively, Mr. William Herondale, Miss Cecily Herondale, Mr. James Carstairs and Miss Theresa Gray, the latter soon to become Mrs. Theresa Herondale.

“Help! Oh, by the Angel, someone help me!” Will was shouting.

Tessa and Cecily had walked far ahead and now they stopped and turned to see the speck that was Will, moving as if he was fighting someone with a sword, but there was no one there but him. Jem wandered off somewhere out of sight as usual, probably to fetch some kind of rare flower for Cecily.

“You go on and find Jem, Cecy. I’ll go and see what all this fuss is about,” Tessa said.

Cecily nodded in agreement and turned to go, sparing one more uncertain glance back at her possibly crazy brother who was jumping up and down in the distance, still shouting, waving hands and running around in circles. He reminded her of a circus monkey.

“Will!” Tessa was running toward him, her skirts gathered in her hands as she progressed. “Will!” she repeated, “what, in Heaven’s name, is going on?”

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May312012

Honeymoon story: BAD DREAMS

{This one is a bit different since written in first person and probably not exactly Victorian in wording.}

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I wake up with a start and a scream stuck in my throat, breathing heavily and blinking tears away from my eyes. My neck is sore from sleeping in an awkward position and I cannot feel my right arm, but those are not the things that worry me at the moment. I’m a little dizzy, and still not quite sure where I am, so I just stare into the darkness surrounding me, shaking with a sudden cold. At last, I let out a strangled cry.

And then there’s a warm hand on my back, stroking me gently, calming me; and a whisper in my ear: “Shhh, it was only a dream. Nothing but a bad dream. You’re fine now, Tess. I’m here.”

My shaking subsides. Nothing but a dream, I think, and then—remembering how close it came to being reality—I shiver.

Will’s hands wrap around me and he holds me tightly to him. His body is warm, the T-shirt he’s wearing instead of pyjamas clings to hard muscles hidden underneath, and he smells of sandalwood and sleep. I feel safe in his embrace. That is my safest and happiest place in the world. But I cannot stop summoning the images from the dream I have scarcely escaped. They keep flashing in front of my eyes even while my eyes are shut and buried along with my head in Will’s neck and chest.

Jem. Dead. Rivers of blood everywhere. Clanging of metal. Will shouting. Running toward me. A scream. My scream. My hands pulling my hair and then my nails digging in my cheeks until they bleed, and the blood mixes with my tears, and I fall down on my knees beside Jem.

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May172012

Pre-honeymoon story: A DISCUSSION OF ONE SURPRISE DINNER AND THE EXTREMELY-AND-UNNECESSARILY-LONG-TITLED THANK-YOU GIFT

“What is this?” Tessa eyed the huge golden bow perched on top of rectangular package Will had just placed upon her lap. It was wrapped in scarlet cloth and bound with shimmering material bent over itself to shape the bow.

“It is a gift of thank you for my saviour,” Will answered with a smile. “Open it.”

“Oh?” said Tessa as she pulled the ribbon apart, “And what is that which I have saved you from, pray, do tell?”

“You saved me from living in the dark, from eternal solitude and boredom, from the awful quack attack of that preposterous, arrogant, greatly annoying and, quite possibly, completely insane DuckDuke Ernest. You know, the usual thing.”

The cloth fell away to reveal the object underneath. Tessa gasped. She was holding a huge book tightly bound in dark brown leather binding with golden letters engraved on the front page. They stretched downward forming the following title: “A New System of Domestic Cookery, formed upon Principles of Economy and adapted to the Use of Private Families, with Special Emphasis on Preparing Duckling” by Mrs. Rundell.

“What, in the name of—” Tessa began, looking confused. “Now you want me to cook the poor ducks for you? Only a moment ago you were cursing their mere existence!”

“It’s not my fault they’re tasty little bâtards, pardon my French,” Will said. “And they are hardly poor, even THEY know how tasty they are, seeing that they don’t have any issues with cannibalism. Or wait. They DO!”

“Will, honestly—”

“Don’t worry, my love,” he interrupted her, “you don’t even have to do the roasting or anything, I will. I just thought, since you love books so much, you could read the instructions to me.”

“Oh, fine,” Tessa sighed. “I’ll cook the unfortunate duck, but just so you know, you’re making me waste a perfectly good chicken.”

“Oh?” Will cocked his head in amusement.

“I was planning a surprise dinner for you and Jem and Magnus.” She paused. “Well, Bridget and I were, since, obviously, she’s the one that knows all about cooking. I thought we could use the occasion to talk to Magnus about that portal-opening powder he’s acquiring for us, and to say proper goodbye to Jem. After all, we won’t be seeing them for the next three months at least.”

“Well, we can always have duckling another time,” Will informed her cheerfully. “I wouldn’t want your listening to many a lovely ballad of Bridget’s be for nothing, since I know how you adore them.”

“I don’t mind them as much as before. Not ALL of them, anyway.” Tessa blushed.

“I like the one where a fair young maiden sings about this ridiculously handsome and marvellous lad.” Will looked thoughtful for a moment. “Sweet William his name was, I think.”

Tessa hit him lightly on the head with a book she was holding.

—written by Ms. Reed.

May122012

Honeymoon story: A STROLL IN THE PARK

Tessa was walking beside Will, holding him by the arm and looking towards the Corinthian pillars in the distance at which he was pointing with his free hand. He was telling her about park’s history, the gentleman who had redesigned it, and how at first it was duck-free, but Tessa wasn’t really paying attention. Her mind was whirling with the scent of Will and the feel of him so close to her, the touch of his arm warming her like the sun. She still couldn’t quite believe he was finally hers. That they made it against all odds. Will was hers. She felt a sun beam crossing her face, as they passed a tree and stepped out of its shadow. It was a lovely day of late April and they were strolling happily in Park Monceau, surrounded by greenery and wonderful peacefulness.

Tessa looked at Will. He was still waving his hand, talking about the pillars, or ducks, or something. It was hard to concentrate before, and now —seeing his dark blue eyes lightened by the sun, and his full lips moving in eagerness of his speech, seeing his smooth, freshly shaved skin and high cheekbones shining white— it was even harder. She just wanted to kiss him right this instant.

“Will?” She interrupted him mid-sentence.

He blinked and turned to her. “Yes?” As she didn’t answer straight away, but just stood there, gazing at him, he added, “Tess? Are you feeling unwell? Should we stop? Sit somewhere? Do you want some tea, or—” He broke off abruptly as Tessa made a step toward him, lifting her right hand to remove a lock of his black hair from his eyes, and caressed his cheek gently with her other hand. Will stared at her for a moment, looking dazed, and then inclined his head slightly to kiss her outstretched hand. Their eyes locked, gray sky meeting dark blue ocean.

“Enough trees and ducks for today, I think,” Will announced. “We should head to our room at the Institute right this second. I believe we have some important business there, and if we don’t go immediately, I’m afraid I will start working on said business in the middle of the street, in front of all these respectable Mesdames et Messieurs.” He smiled wickedly. “And I imagine THAT is something you would not appreciate very much.”

“I might appreciate it,” Tessa said with a grin, and Will’s mouth fell open. He closed it with a clang of teeth and offered her his arm again, starting a quick pace even before Tessa’s hand curled softly under it.

—written by Ms. Reed.

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