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  Astral Voyage D'Amour PART I: DESTINYS TOUCH |
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Astral Voyage D'Amour PART I: DESTINYS TOUCH |
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She can still feel his hand roaming her body.
"I will love you for the rest of my existence, my sweet Jade"
Remembering the last words he spoke to her before they parted, Jade feels a sensation of emptiness invading her soul. Gazing at her bedroom window, she contemplates the celestial spectacle the night is offering her. She recalls her stay in France, where she interned for a month as part of an international architectural review, and found her soul mate. Jared was all she ever dreamed a man could be. She can still feel his hand roaming her body, discovering it inch by inch, not leaving a morsel of flesh untouched. Where did she get the will power to leave him behind? That she will never know.
Looking at her husband sleeping, she wonders if he detected the change in her. For she is not the same person she was before she left. At least inside.
Walking down the jet way, Jared can not help but drag a pair of fatigued feet behind him. Just a month ago he had stepped from the plane in Paris alive and full of fervor. Ready to spend thirty glorious days amongst the people of France and the ancient creations ringing the city of love. Then he met her. "Jade," he whispers to himself. The name rolls from his tongue as smooth as her silky skin felt to the touch. The flight home was not enough to dampen his spirits and drain his enthusiasm. The loss of her was.
The road home is no less comforting. Neither was the lack of reception he receives when he enters his house. Forcing himself up the stairs to his bedroom he finds his sleeping wife. He leaves his bag beside the bed and walks to the east facing window. Slowly he opens the glass, feeling the warm air wash over him. Jared shuts his eyes and baths himself in the memory of Jade's soft arms wrapping his body in love.
Looking out amongst the stars he wonders if the change in him will be as obvious to his wife as it is to him.
It was raining when Jade arrived at her destination. She never thought of bringing an umbrella with her, cause in her country there was still snow. Spring was just around the corner, but not close enough yet to think of such an accessory. This weather went perfect with the day she was having. First, her husband was late at the airport to kiss her goodby. She only caught a glimpse of him waving at her when she was embarking on the plane. He decided to go to work that morning and meet her at the airport before she left. That made her feel unwanted. She always seemed to come second to his work. Sometimes she could understand, him being a doctor and all. But today he could of made a sacrifice for her, since she was leaving for a month.
Then when she got on the plane, she had hoped for a seat beside a window, but it wasn't so. She had to try and enjoy the company of a 5 year old, who was acting like a spoiled brat. Once she got to the airport, someone almost ran away with her luggage. Luckily, security saw what was happening and got hold of the thief in question. After she went through customs, she finally took a deep breath and said to herself that this day could not get any worse then it had been. The best was yet to come. Here she was, in France, for a whole month, to explore the architecture and landscapes of this country. "France, le pays de l'amour."
Standing outside, in pouring rain trying to fetch a taxi to bring her to the villa where she will be staying, she cannot help herself but start to laugh. The scenario is so typical of a romance movie. The only thing missing is the gentleman who is going to bump into her and then share the taxi with her. But it didn't happen. Being born and raised in a french city in her country, Jade had no trouble getting along in this magnificent city.
When she arrives at the villa, she heads to the front desk to get the key to her room. She notices that she will be sharing it with someone else. It is no surprise to her, since she knows that there will be about fifteen people taking this seminar and they are coming from all corners of the world. It was kind of a crash course on history, etc. Soaking wet, all she can think about is settling in into her room, then jumping in a hot bath to relax for an escape from the day she just had.
The fight had lasted all night, but Jared did not seem to mind. As always he and his wife had made up just before he boarded the plane and as usual everything was fine by the time they kissed each other goodbye. His wife was always like this when he had to leave for one reason or another. This time had been a bit different though as he was leaving for the city of love.
"No worries, my dear," he had told her before they parted. What does she think is going to happen? He chortles as he waves goodbye from the tiny window on the plane. It's not like I'm going to bump into a half naked woman and fall in love.
The flight was rough, but the idea of spending a month in wonderful surroundings made it all worthwhile. Not even the screaming child kicking his seat could sway him from his harmonious thoughts. Architecture was his life and this was to be a golden opportunity for someone on the verge of starting his own business. He had it all planned out. He would travel with the group, but slip away every chance he had for some exploring of his own. He had always been very hands on and this trip would be no exception.
Jared walks off the plane with wide eyes, anticipating a wonderful reception. Instead he is forced to wait in customs. When he asks what the holdup is the security personnel tells him that someone has tried to steal luggage. After a long wait and a thorough check of his own bag he falls into a bit more despair. A woman ahead of him has taken the last available taxi and he is forced to wait another twenty minutes for another one.
Grumbling the entire way he finally reaches the villa where the group would be staying. At the front desk he learns that he would be sharing a room. The grumble to his voice deepens as his plans for slipping away during the evenings dwindles. The group was under strict international codes for conduct and a roommate could easily turn him in.
Jared enters the quaint little room. He notices right off that his roommate is already here. He looks over the nondescript luggage and wonders who he might be. A slight sloshing of water in the bathroom draws his attention and also stirs up the fact that he needs some refreshment from the hours spent on the plane. Draggingly he slips from his cloths and approaches the slightly cracked bathroom door. He does not see the tub or it's occupant from the angle of the door, but he does see the rack of courtesy towels opposite the entryway. Throwing caution aside he steps into the bathroom.
Jared did not know what was more shocking when he heard the inrush of gasped air. The shocked intake was obviously that of a woman's, but his lack of embarrassing retreat took in a close second in his amazement. Instead he stands at the towel rack, exposed as the day he was born. A towel is lodged in his tight grasp, frozen in place much like the rest of his body. He just stands in the open, jaw hung low.
It was not until she breaks her surprised gaze at his body that he slides the towel from the rack and wraps it around his body. His voice, usually a softer tone, brakes high as he tries to clear his voice. The deep brown of his eyes seems to flush white. They are in sharp contrast to the rest of his face that holds a deeper tone than the darkest of roses.
"I'm so sorry," he finally says behind trembling lips.
Jared takes a step from the room and braces his hands on the door jam. He presses against them hard and arches his back. The exercise does little more than loosen his muscles, but somehow it helps him clear his head. He does his best to wash away the flood of embracement and regain his composure.
Once he has regained enough of his confidence to keep from looking like a total jerk, Jared straightens himself and turns around. He wraps his knuckles twice on the door jam, clears his throat, then steps back into the little room. A part of him wants her to still be in the tub, but as expected she has exited the free standing basin and is encased in several towels.
"My deepest apologies." A smile encrusts the corners of his face as he once again finds his normal voice. "I did not expect to be rooming with a woman."
She is hesitant at first to accept his explanation, but finally gives in and reaches out her hand. "My name is Jade."
"Jared." He takes the hand, but relaxes his grip. Instead he allows himself to feel her soft skin.
A warm smile graces her already angelic face. "No need for apologies, Jared. I wasn't expecting a male roommate either."
Jared relaxes a bit more and leans against his hip. The last traces of guilt vanishes. He takes the moment of relief to give her a brief once over. Something he had not done in that moment of shock. A smirk forms in the corner of his mouth as he thinks about the site he had missed with his frozen eyes. Her figure matches the soft features of her face and he can only imagine what she looks like under the towel.
His eyes level again and meet hers. Jared releases the soft shake and takes a step back, allowing Jade to exit the restroom. He is about to enter when he stops and turns towards her with a lopsided sheepish grin on his face. The words forming in his mouth vary from the thoughts in his head, but he does not refuse the impulse.
"Can I make it up to you with dinner?" Jade stops an arms length from her luggage. She turns towards him, her fine hair spinning behind her back and landing across one shoulder. She smiles as she answers. "After the day I've had I would love to join you for dinner." "Wonderful," he replies in a chipper tone.
As he turns into the restroom, Jade spouts out, "A nice dinner should definitely make up for almost losing my luggage."
Jared shuts the door behind him and a realization strikes him. It was Jade that had held up customs and it must also have been her that took the last taxi. He feels like he should be upset, but instead he finds himself snickering. Timing had always been everything in his life and today's events just solidified his views. Had his plane arrived just a few minutes earlier he might have met up with Jade at the taxi and they would have avoided this awkward introduction.
As Jared unwraps his towel and prepares for a shower he grins and thinks, I wouldn't have had this any other way.
Sitting down on the edge of his chilled bed, Jared gives a brief glance to his sleeping wife. She squirms as if in the midst of an active dream. The comforter is wrapped up amongst itself on the floor, eluding to a very restless night. She instead is encased in the lighter sheet. It's soft surface hugging closely to her skin. She always sleeps with a fresh cut rose by the bed, going back to when they first met. He would always leave a rose with her to remember him by.
Jared lays back on the bed with his hands behind his head. He leaves the sheet off his legs and stares up at the ceiling. He pictures the stars above, along with the image of closely wrapped material and a single red rose and it brings a smile to his face.
They had agreed to meet in the villa's small, outdoor restaurant shortly after dusk. Jared is wearing the nicest thing he had brought with him, which is little more than a new pair of jeans, stylish tan shoes, a white turtle neck, and a light tan sports coat. It is less than he usually wears to go out to dinner at home, but somehow it seems to fit here. He glances around from the secluded table he had chosen and notices he is the most dressed person here.
A smirk dons Jared's face. He looks to the single rose he had purchased from a vendor just off the entrance to the Villa. It was sheer luck that he had looked towards the arched opening as he walked past the front desk. The soft red pedals had caught his eye and he thought it was the least he could do. A simple dinner just did not fit the atmosphere of their surroundings.
A glimmer of something flowing draws his gaze level. His first glimpse of the radiant summer dress, light in color and curling around a pair of smooth legs takes his breath away. Jade appears to walk across the patio in slow motion, each sway of her hips taking an eternity. The gentle swing of her arms rocking his mind away from the troubles of everyday life. The warm red smile stretching across her soft skin washing away the trepidation of having dinner with a stranger. Could the set up be any better?
Jared rises to his feet, the rose swinging behind his back. He bows sharply from his side of the table. Jade stops opposite him and grips her hands behind her back. A nervousness creases the corner of her eyes.
Sensing the hesitation that he himself also has, he swings the rose around his body and offers it to her. "A little tension breaker after this afternoon."
The smile returns to her face and she accepts the object of natures beauty. She takes her seat before he has the chance to help her and sets the rose across an empty dressing plate. Jared gives up a slight, unnoticed shrug then seats himself. Chivalry will have to wait. Maybe after they get acquainted and he has a chance to break away and do some exploring.
"Can we make this separate checks?" Jade asks. Before Jared can ask why in his best hurt tone she looks at the rose and continues. "I just want this to be a chance for us to get to know each other. I don't want there to be any confusion as to what this is."
What else could this be? Jared thinks to himself. He looks from her troubled eyes to the rose she stares at and it hits him. "Oh, that is just a peace offering. I'm not trying to make anything out of our dinner."
The hazy wave passes for the most part and she looks up into his eyes. He is suddenly lost in her gaze, washing into the pair of perfect pearls. His heart races as it had not in a long time. As if he had asked her on a date and was for the first time seeing why.
Jared shakes away the thoughts with a brief image of his wife. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm a married man." A glimmer of disappointment encircled her ever changing expression. "So am I."
Jared clasps his hands together and he takes a deep breath. "Well, good. I'm glad that is out of the way. We're going to be spending a lot of time together and I just want us to be comfortable with one another."
Jade looks on distracted by something on his person. He looks down at his sports coat, searching for any sign of filth.
"Do you workout?" Jared's eyes narrow, then he realizes that it was the intake of air that had drawn her attention. The coat and shirt that he adorns was purchased some time back and fits him rather tightly. "From time to time. I get most of my exercise from my job."
"What do you do?" "I'm an architect for a construction company. I spend a good deal of time on the sites that I design, helping out with the construction. I really like to be hands on."
Once started, the light conversation continues for hours. The waiters, experienced with couples' dinning, take their time bringing food and removing dishes. The most they are seen is when they bring fresh glasses of wine. Jared had lost track after the third glass in the first hour, but he is pretty sure they were trying to spur on what they did not understand. No matter though. As far as he can tell both Jade and himself were having a lovely evening of chatting and washing away the jet lag and rough day with nature's remedy.
Jade openly announces she is ready to turn in when she lightly slaps the table. It is more of a surprise to her that she did it than it is to him. He sits back and stares at the hand on the table, her eyes wide and awash in a buzzed haze. "I think I've had a bit much," she stammers out.
Jared giggles, something he only does when he is on the far side of straight. He places his hands on the table and pushes himself up. The patio appears to spin on an uneven center and it is all he can do from falling back into the chair. "I believe I am in the same place you are."
Taking his time he walks around the table on shaky legs and offers a hand to her. Jade takes his hand and slowly rises to her feet. She straightens herself on uneasy legs and leans into his chest. "Thank you for a lovely evening," she says.
"You are most welcome." Jared arches his head down and gives her a light kiss to the cheek. He is not sure if it is the alcohol in his system, the atmosphere of the villa, or a combination of both but he feels the urge to give her another. Keeping his lips close to her cheek he presses against her soft skin again and lingers there a bit longer. He takes in her soft scent and allows his lips to absorb the subtle imperfections of her cheek.
Jade pulls slightly away from his chest and lips and looks at him with curious eyes. "No, thank you," she says before tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
Not needing any more of an invitation, Jared leans in again and lightly brushes his lips against her's. The moisture from both of them merges and swirls around in the light peck and he comes away with the patio spinning more madly than before. He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign that she too feels the world turning upside down. If she also feels the turmoil of her life at home and the sudden upheaval of everything she knows.
They stand in front of each other, eyes locked on one another. The world around them no longer exists as they fall into the moment, wondering what is to follow. Jared's search of Jade's eyes goes further. He would love nothing more than to extend the kiss, even if that is all it is. The expression on his face of wanton desire is not overwhelming, but it is still there. But he does nothing. He simply holds her by the waist with a supporting hand and awaits his roommate to decide the fate of the evening.
Jade, being on the verge of losing consciousness and leaning all of her weight on his strong hand behind her back, can feel the energy that is building up between them. Without even thinking, she looks deep into his dark brown eyes and softly whispers: "Qu'attends-tu pour m'embrasser?"
Staring at her in confusion, Jared has no clue of what she has just whispered to him. How he wishes at that instant, he would of paid attention in french class when he was a teen. To those words that are echoing in his hazy mind, he is almost sure it was an invitation to his feelings. As he is about the bring her small sensual lips to his, he feels Jade slipping in his grip. She just passes away to dreamland. Lifting her in his arms, he looks at her angelic face and decides to wait. He will bring both of them to safety in their villa. They still have twenty nine days to be together.
Laying Jade in her bed, he wonders if he should undress her. He decides not too. As he is about to retire to his own bed, he hears a slight muffled laugh escape her throat. Her lips, he is so dying to taste, form a serene smile. She mumbles words in french again. Where ever her mind brought her, she seems to be happy there.
Jared, thinks how wonderful it would be if he could join her. With that in mind and feeling the fatigue and alcohol overcome his body, he lets himself fall on his bed and enter a state of deep sleep. His last thoughts torn between the comfort of what he has back home and the intrigue of what may come.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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