"What other wonders does this new world have to offer?" he asked her.
"Many," she told him, sipping from her own cup. "Cities do not sleep any longer. There is always something to do. And ..." She bit her lip even as she smiled. "One of Julian's friends, in America, developed a filter that can be put over glass that means we can feel the sun on our skin, see the daylight through it, and not be harmed."
He arched a skeptical brow at her last statement, though he had seen many wonders already since she'd come for him. "We can feel the sun on our skin," he echoed, doubtfully, though he had no reason not to believe her. "You are teasing me now."
Her smile brightened at his skepticism. "In a few hours, you will see," she promised. "I had the windows here fitted with the filter last year. There are others working on other ways for us to integrate with the daylight world - even my little brother has his own projects." She grinned. "I should introduce you to Tobias some time."
He instinctively knew that when she mentioned a brother, she didn't mean the kind of family who shared your genealogy, but the kind who shared a vampire's bloodline going back to the oldest of their kind.
"He is in the Americas, you say," he echoed, looking into his cup again, a small frown to find it was empty, but he wasn't sure it was wise to gorge just yet.
"He is," she confirmed, gently switching his empty cup for her half-full one. "No more after this for at least a day." Turning to wash the cup out, she went on, "Tobias lives in Albany, which is outside New York City. I would have to contact him ahead of time if we go to visit."
"How long does it take to cross the ocean these days?" he asked, debating handing the cup back, but he could not deny his hunger. He sipped the contents this time though, savoring it a little bit longer.
"Less than a day by air, around two weeks by sea," she told him. "Julian opened my eyes to a reasonable use of wealth in traveling comfortably by air, so I will have to make arrangements for that at some point."
"Two weeks," he breathed, incredulous once again. In his day, when he had been sailing, it had taken month to travel by sea, often longer by land. He'd never been to the New World, but it seemed perhaps he might make the journey someday. "That's incredible," he murmured, at a loss for any other word to describe it.
"In many ways, the world is smaller now," she agreed quietly, setting the clean cup to drip dry in the rack. "And there are ways to explore it without leaving your home. Perhaps that is where we will start, hmm?"
William drained the cup at last, licking the last of the blood from his lips, an almost amused smile on his face. "Perhaps we should start with the house," he suggested. "And each other."
Sakura's smile, so shy but so loving, shone forth again as she took the cup to wash it, careful to sweep away every last hint of blood before setting it aside. "Where would you like to start, my William?"
"I think perhaps I should start with you, my Sakura," he told her, turning her to face him. There was no mistake he was still hungry, but the hunger she found in his eyes now was a hunger of a very different kind.
Caught between the sink and the man she loved, Sakura laughed tenderly, reaching up to stroke his hair from his eyes as she met his hunger with her own. "It has been a long time, love," she murmured teasingly. "Are you sure you're up to it?"
"Please don't tell me that that's changed, too," he said, as he wrapped a possessive arm around her waist to pull her close. There were some things a man never forgot, even after three hundred years, even after becoming immortal.
"Oh, no, my love," she promised, rising up onto her toes. "This is one thing that will never change." She drew him down to her, lips pressing to lips in a tender kiss that exclaimed all the words she could not say aloud.
He was relieved to hear that lovemaking, at least, had not changed or been improved upon. How would one improve something that was already perfect, after all? Whatever he might have said was silenced by her kiss, which he returned with equal vigor. It was a kiss not only full of hunger, but of the love they'd been denied for so many years, rekindling once again the spark of love that the Council had sought to extinguish, but which had burned on.
It had, indeed, been far too long, and the last time they had been intimate, he had still been human. This experience might be a little overwhelming for him, but Sakura was certain her William could handle anything. He was a joy to behold. She knew he could handle this.
If there was one thing he had learned during his time at the monastery, it was control. Even now, when his desire for her was such that he was on the verge of losing self-control, he did not. He did not want that for his Sakura; she deserved a tender lover, not a demanding one. For a moment, he had to step back and take a slow breath, the hunger inside him almost too ravenous to hold in check.
"I need a moment," he told her, holding up a hand to ask for her patience.
She smiled, stroking his cheek gently. "We have all the time in the world," she reminded him, a little breathless herself with her own desire. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?"
"Yes, that-that might be a good idea," he confessed. It wasn't that he didn't want her; quite the opposite, in fact, but when he did give in to that temptation, he wanted it to be tender and loving. She deserved that much from him.
Her fingers curled into his, giving a gentle tug to begin a calm tour of the little cottage that was now their home together. From the living room and kitchen downstairs, to the bathroom and two bedrooms upstairs, it was a neat little space that had clearly been furnished with both of them in mind.
"Would you like to wash up a little?" she asked, as they reached the upper floor. "There is no rush, Will."