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(Jacob’s Diary) The Honeymoon Part II

December 29, 2010


NOTE: If you think sex is ‘icky,’ DON’T READ THIS ENTRY! You’ve been fully warned.


Dear Diary,

As I said in my last entry, my honeymoon has been pretty awesome. Even though there was no planning involved, everything fell into place perfectly.

Today, I woke up with Ness cradled in my arms and tangled sheets around the both of us.

I wrote my last entry real quick then decided to go make my wife breakfast.

I decided that, regardless of how alone and isolated it is out here, it would still be a good idea to not walk around naked, so I pulled some pajama pants on before softly padding to the kitchen.

When Rosalie was here to prepare the cabin, she put non-perishable foods in the cabinets, but the cleaning crew that came once every two weeks would stock the fridge with eggs, milk and other stuff that had a ridiculously short life span in the expiration date world.

I grabbed the carton of eggs and cracked twelve on the side of a big bowl I found in one of the numerous cabinets. I got a whisk and started stirring them, adding a bit a milk to make ’em nice and fluffy. I got some pre-cooked bacon, stuck it in a pan and then put the eggs on – considering the bacon wouldn’t take too long and Ness doesn’t like bacon crispy.

It took about ten minutes before I was walking into the bedroom with a tray of breakfast for Ness and I. I placed two plates on the tray: one with a portion of eggs and a portion of bacon, the other had about six portions of each. It’s obvious which plate was mine.

I carried it in and placed it on my side of the king sized bed carefully then went to sit her glass of orange juice on the nightstand. I know she would’ve preferred blood, but the cabin doesn’t exactly keep that around.

Ness would probably go hunting later, in the evening. For the day we’d planned to go skiing and then Ness wanted to go to this place that would let you make your own apple cider that she’d read about online.

When I sat the glass of orange juice down lightly, Renesmee’s eyelids fluttered open.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling sleepily at me. I smiled back at her and she yawned.

“You made breakfast,” she said, looking at me through groggy eyes.

“Yeah, not that extravagant…I’m not the best chef,” I told her, shrugging. She rolled her eyes.

Ness kissed my cheek and sat up, wrapping the sheets around her body. “It’s perfect, Jacob.”

We ate and talked then when we finished, I put all of our dishes and trash on the tray. I took it back into the kitchen and when I got back, Ness was standing beside the bed stretching, her bare body glowing from the sun peeking in the windows. I gulped and averted my gaze to the floor. Which, I know sounds stupid, but I didn’t want her to feel like I was just watching her, gawking.

“Do you want to take a shower?” she asked, and I looked up at her.

She was grinning mischievously and I grinned back, matching the mischievousness of her grin.

“Hell yeah,” I said and she giggled, walking over to me.

“I mean if you wa–want to take one by yourself that’s fine too,” I said, while  nervousness boiled in my blood.

“Um, well considering that last night was great and the fact that we’re married, yes, I want to take a shower with you Jake.” She ran a hand through my hair, and kissed me as light as she possibly could before running away to the bathroom.

I stood there for a minute before it got through my thick head to follow her.

When I did, she was already in the shower, so I took off my pajama pants and boxers then opened the glass door of the shower.

Ness was smiling at me while the water steamed around her and obviously that was a good sight to see. A beautiful sight.

By the time I stepped in, I had a sensory overload and Ness’s smooth skin was pressed against me, her wet soft hair dripping water droplets on the hand I had on her lower back.

There was one of those expensive shower heads in the shower and it was spraying really smooth water, so it was like kissing under a small, warm waterfall.

Ness was ran her hands up and down my back like she was trying to memorize every inch of me.

“I love you,” I whispered into her neck while I caressed her waist and hips. She pushed her self on me slowly and we both took in the feeling, the real thing felt so much better than when I was imagining it before.

It refreshed my memory on the overall beauty of it and I was seeing stars, the pure ecstasy that overcame me. The steam clouded in the shower and the water poured warmly down on us as I kissed her jaw bone, breathing sighs.

I don’t feel like a scumbag like I thought I would either, because to me, we’re not just having sex, we’re making love. It means something to both of us and it lets us be intimate with each other. To please one another.

Ness and I are married now, so it isn’t wrong to feel this way, or make love. I’ve faced that fact a while ago. She’s not a kid anymore. She’s a woman.

I washed my hair, and she washed hers too, before we stepped out of the shower.

I grabbed two of the plush towels off of the towel rack and handed one to Nessie.

I towel dried my hair and wrapped the towel around my waist then brushed my teeth and then left so Ness could have some privacy.

Once I got on the ski pants and jacket, I knew Ness would be done soon so I put on the black beanie – that matched my black and gray coat – along with the black ski pants Alice bought me. I put the goggles on my head over my beanie, so I wouldn’t have to carry them.

When Ness came out of the bathroom she was wearing a white coat and white ski pants with matching boots. Of course she looked fashionable, even though we were only going skiing. White goggles with a black lens were propped on her head like mine and she was grinning excitedly.

“Ready?” She asked and I hopped up off the bed.

“No, I‘m just dressed and waiting for no reason,” I said sarcastically and she laughed. “How come I didn’t get the memo that we’re supposed to look all stylish?”

“Silly, you look fine. Alice picked out your clothes, so I wouldn’t worry,” she assured me, kissing my cheek. “Also, Alice said the skis are in the garage, but there’s also a snowboard because, though she didn’t have a vision, she knew you would think skiing is too sissy.”

I laughed, and nodded. “I love how she can’t see me, but she knows me well enough to guess I would rather snowboard.”

Ness shook her head and the bronze curls sticking out from under her goggles shook too.

“We’re not going to have an instructor are we?” I asked, grabbing a pair of pink skis and a snowboard that had some random black and white designs on it. I gave her the skis and she pulled a piece of paper out of her black hole, I mean her purse.

“No, Alice knows you too well there also; she knew that there was a high chance of getting a male instructor and knew you would probably get jealous. So, she found a small private set of slopes that’s kinda like Aspen’s version of a country club. There won’t be many people at all there because it’s off season, but they’ll have fake snow if there isn’t enough real snow.”

I nodded, liking the idea of privacy. “Okay, let’s plow,” I quoted Duckie from the movie ‘Pretty in Pink,’ because it seemed fitting for our location.

Ness laughed and I lifted the trunk of the car before I put my snowboard in. Once Ness sat her skis down, I closed the trunk, and we both got in the car. Ness buckled her seat belt then I started the car, turning the heat on high for Nessie’s sake.

She told me the directions and we made it there in under fifteen minutes. There was a humongous cabin that had a million windows and a sign the said “Mountains of Aspen Ski Resort.” There was a wrought-iron gate surrounding the front so I drove up to the guardsman.

“Hey, I’m Jacob Black. I think I have reservations here for a day of skiing?” I said, making it sound like a question. The security guy looked bored and typed a few things in his computer before nodding at me.

“Go ahead, sir,” He said, pressing the button that opened the gate. I drove the car into the parking lot and parked in one of the many open spaces.

“There’s only about five cars here,” I said.

“Yeah, I told you it was pretty slow on off-season,” Ness reminded me.

“Well, at least we won’t embarrass ourselves in front of a crowd of people.”

After we grabbed the skis and snowboard, we walked inside the lodge and it was very nice, to say the least.

Of course Alice would choose the nicest place for us to go skiing. Of course.

After we took in the visual of the lobby, we agreed it was really awesome. There was a giant fireplace and the stones around it went all the way up to the ceiling with sky–light windows surrounding it.

There were plush couches and rugs, and even a counter where they would serve you hot chocolate or coffee – or whatever the hell you wanted I guess. When you live the high life, I guess you can make them serve you piss in a cup for all I know.

Ness went and sat our stuff on one of the couches because nobody else was down there besides the guy who gives out hot chocolate, so it wasn’t like they were bothering anybody.

We got hot chocolates with marshmallows, and when we were finished we went out the back door that lead to the slopes.

When we finally got there, we decided to go on the beginner’s slope… I’d never done this before; I didn’t want to risk being cocky and going on the expert slope – which would’ve caused me to break my neck.

Ness changed into those bulky ski shoes and hooked them to her skis while I hooked mine to my snowboard.

I struggled to get up but when I finally did, I pulled Ness up too. I kissed her cheek and sort of hopped over to the beginning of the slope.

Ness stood to the right of me and I tried to remember how I snowboarded on the Wii once. I figured it’d be somewhat similar.

I leaned to the side slightly then pushed off and Ness started skiing beside me.

She’s skied a few times before and made it look graceful, while I was flapping my arms all over the place trying to stay upright.

Ness wasn’t laughing at me, though, she was laughing with me because I couldn’t stop laughing my head off every time I fell on my ass.

We stayed on the slopes for about an hour and a half before we got exhausted and made our way back to the lodge, the outer layer of our ski clothes wet from melted snow and both of our noses and cheeks a bright red.

We went inside then got more hot chocolate and stayed another fifteen minutes before heading out to the place that would let us make our own apple cider.

The ride there wasn’t long either. When we got there, it was a building shaped like a barn, but there was a parking lot with cars in it, so obviously it wasn’t a barn.

I parked and Ness and I went in, both a little curious about the barn–looking exterior.

The inside was nice and warm with a fireplace burning and barrels of apples on one side. The other side had all sorts of machines.

“Hi! Can I help you?” A high pitched voice sounded and I looked to see a tall teenager with frizzy black hair.

“Um, hey. I heard that we could make our own apple cider here?” I said, gesturing to the families around the barrels and machines.

“Yes! You can! For now, go pick out a dozen apples of your choice!” She said, and Ness gave me a little excited smile.

We went to pick out our apples. We were searching for some good apples when Ness laughed.

“That girl is in love with you,” she said, and I looked at her in confusion.

“What? Naw.”

I looked over at the girl and she was staring at me from her register, biting her lip. When she saw me looking her face turned an unattractive red shade and she looked down at the floor.

“Well, obviously I’m married, Mrs. Black,” I said to Ness, kissing her softly.

Nessie grinned and once we found the apples, the over-eager worker took us to a purée machine.

She sat the apples in the machine and puréed them, giving us the giant metal bowl that had the apple mush in it. She took us over to a table and told us to dump them on this piece of cloth then tie the ends around the apple mush and squeeze out the juice.

Ness squeezed it and peals of laughter came out when the juice fell into the bowl. Ness gave it to me so I could squeeze out the remaining juice and the girl sat down some spices and a wooden spoon.

Once we finished putting spices in it, the girl said it had to refrigerate for an hour before we could drink it.

We didn’t want to just stand there, and since there was a store upstairs, Ness and I went up and looked around for the next hour. We bought caramel apples, candy apples, organic apple scented lotion and, as a joke, I got the whole pack a box of apple dog treats.

When we were done, we went downstairs to get our cider and it was in a plastic gallon jug, with a label that said ‘BLACK’ on it.

I paid for all of our stuff and the cider and Ness and I left. We were tired and eager to relax.

I drove the way back to the cabin then Ness and I ate dinner.

Now I’m writing in my diary again. This will probably be the last time I write in here until after our honeymoon because I plan on enjoying it. But for now, Ness is calling me to bed. I’ll write in here again soon.

- Jacob


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