James smiles. "I am sure I don't know what you could possibly mean."

"Uh huh. Riiiight." She nestles into his arms and hums contently. "Pet my hair and tell me I'm pretty and that you love me very much?"

He pets her hair. "You are gorgeous and I love you with the fiery passion of a thousand suns."

"Eeeeeeeee I love you very much too!"

Okay. Sleeping. Attempting to sleep. ... She has no idea if she's pulling this off or not. Probably not. But! She is being petted by her husband(!!!!), which is very nice and soothing and probably close enough to napping for her purposes.

Her husband (!!!!) is constitutionally incapable of napping (literally) so he will continue petting her for the while it takes them to get to their destination.

She maybe naps on the way to their mysterious destination; she really couldn't say. It's nice and cozy, though, and so far the being married thing is pretty great.

So James maybe gently nudges her awake when they get to their mysterious destination.

It seems to be... a small wharf of some kind? It is not very large and fancy and it is very Definitely lacking in people. It has exactly one person that they can see, sitting on a wooden crate on the pier, fishing, and a boat. A small boat, for a crowd. A very large boat, for two people. Large and fancy. It's a boat that two people could stay in as something like their living quarters for quite a while. It is white and sleek and looks fancy and very, very expensive.

Yvette gives a little yawn upon (maybe) waking up, and then beams, when she sees the boat.

"Oh, good job, it's gorgeous and I will not have to interact with anyone but you for a long while," she murmurs appreciatively. Then her mouth twitches in self awareness. "I'm telling the fiscally responsible part of myself that's going, 'How much did you spend on this, you went overboard I didn't need it to be this fancy,' to shut up, because our expenses are about to become nearly zilch and we only get married once and we are planning to have forever. I think I've been wedding planning for too long."

"Perhaps a little bit," he says, grinning. Then off he gets and offers her a hand down.

She snorts, accepts the offered hand, then smirks and twists to let herself fall forward so as to expedite the inevitable bridal carry. If he weren’t a vampire this might be something he couldn’t react to in time, and she’d painfully drop out of the carriage onto the ground in front of him, but she does not expect him to have any trouble catching and carrying her.

He catches her easily enough, of course, and even makes it look artsy somehow.

"We are not even out at sea yet and you're already having trouble with your sea feet?" he needles.

Yvette giggles, draping her arms around his neck.

“Nope!” she declares, cheerfully. “I just love you and want to be carried off by my husband. You have my permission to drop me if you really want to.”

"I'm sure I do," he agrees easily, and just as easily trots off boatwards as if she weighs nothing at all.

She gives the driver of the carriage a cheerful wave as she’s carried off.

James approaches the fisher, who by now has noticed them and stood up. There is not much sun, but he makes sure to not let any catch his skin—and you wouldn't notice if you weren't looking for it.

    "Ahoy! She's ready as can be, m'lord."

"Jonathan, what did we talk about last time?" James says in a mocking stern tone.

    "...'m sorry, Mr. Orland, ol' habits..."

"Mr. Orland was my father, Jonathan!" he admonishes, his eyes twinkling. "And I'm no one's lord, thanks muchly. I'm American."

    The man laughs. "Aye, aye." And then he looks at Yvette as if he hadn't noticed her, and bows his head. "An' you mus' be his lady? 'Tis a honour to meet you, m'la—ah—"

“A pleasure to meet you too! I’m Yvette Orland.” Yep, that’s very exciting to say and very weird and new. “Mrs. Orland was not either of my parents, so you can use it if you’d like, but Yvette seems like it’d match my husband better, if he’d rather be rid of ceremony.”

"Maybe after I've done something to earn it. Anyway, thank you very much, Jonathan, it was a pleasure meeting you."

    "An' you, Mr.—James."

Onto boat!

Jonathan can get a cheerful goodbye wave, too!

She is very excited about being on the boat. Outside observers can tell because she's smiling so wide her face might just split in half from the strain, and because she's nearly buzzing with sheer glee in James's arms. Eeeeeeeeeee!!! Married! Marriedmarriedmarried they're married!

After he steps into the boat he has to regretfully let her go to start untying the boat from the pier.

"I," he says amidst knots of rope, deftly unmaking them one by one and not looking at her, "will not kiss you again until we are away from the shore. Because I don't think I will be able to hold myself back and do not want to give people an unexpected show."

That statement makes it very tempting to be... well, tempting, and take advantage of his inability to kiss her to touch him. But yes, all right, maybe she should be good and not torment her husband. Yet. She doesn't particularly want to give people an unexpected show either, it's just the general principle of the matter. He is hers to tempt, after all.

"Yes, let's not. And I'll be good," she purrs obligingly, leaning against the nearby wall and... totally checking him out, because just because he's not looking at her doesn't mean she can't look at him.

He has not become any less hot over the past........ many decades, really. He notices her checking him out, grins, uses his super vampire sense of vision to check that no one is looking, and takes his shirt off.

It's tiring and physical work and whatnot after all, isn't it.

He's done soon.

Mmm, but he is pretty. Somehow, she successfully keeps her hands to herself. The physical space between them helps a bit.

"Do let me know if I'm teasing you a bit too much," she says, because the more intelligent part of her brain has not actually turned off in the presence of abs, "I know you, ah, said you have practice, but. Safety first."

"Whose?" he wonders, moving towards the wheel. "Are you ready, love of my life?"

"Mmhmm," she hums, trailing after him. "And my safety. I'm smart enough to be aware that teasing a super strong vampire is perhaps a bit... dubious while one is still human and squishy. Fun though it might be."

"You won't be a squishy human for very much longer, really," he says, starting the boat. It humms to life and starts accelerating away from the pier. Without the tree cover, the sun is free to make James glitter, but at this distance the human eyes won't really be able to tell so he can show off as much as he likes. "You can indulge in a little risk-seeking for the last time."