POV Natalie
This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. hehe~♥

I could barely keep my excitement in me even on the drive. Hours slipped away like minutes. I had to hold myself back and keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheels. It was like a dream, I was high on his presence alone. I could feel the tension build between us.

Once we had gotten to the cabin I set my plan into motion. I started the fire, and after he had taken everything out of the car, I had gone out to the car and messed with it so it wouldn't start. It was just a little insurance.

After that I was freezing, I made my way to him and restrained myself from jumping on him then and there. Instead I played it more slyly. I was just an innocent girl worried about catching a cold. If I don't get cuddles, I might get hypothermia. You wouldn't want that would you? hehe~♥.

With a swift motion he held me closer to him. He wasn't being shy today ~hehe♥.

I took this opportunity to sit on his lap and bury my in his hair and get to smell his blonde locks.

Mmmm... his hair smelled faintly of watermelons.

"Is this better?", he asked in a deep voice that caused my stomach to twist in a hot knot. The fire light filled the room with a warm glow. I was caught in a web just by looking at his face, the crackling fire made his blue eyes sparkle. I couldn't help but wonder how I would draw him in this instance, he was a perfect muse. Something to be treasured and kept for myself. I traced his face with my index finger imagining what colors I would use for his check bones and jawline. What hues should I mix in? Should I make the shaded side of his face purple or blue?

A strand of hair fell a crossed my face, but I was to entranced by my internal canvas to notice. With a single hand he flipped it back and rested his hand against my cheek. I melted in his hand, the craving to touch him more overcame my desire to study him. I leaned forward. I could feel a thread drawing us together. As it should be.

*crack*

The thread snapped as we regained awareness of our surroundings.

"So um", he said.

This would be the perfect time to give him the sleepy tea, it would put him right out.

"So um.. are you hungry? I know a really good tea recipe, it's really great. It helps you relax better.", I asked hoping that he would.

"No, I am more tired then hungry.", he said. This may be easier than I thought it would. I repressed a giggle.

I took him to our bedroom. He went off in search of the bathroom, I took this opportunity to find the chains in my bag. I began linking them up to four posts on the bed. They would be able to hold him onto the frame of the bed, no problem. They had a lot of slack in them.

I admired my canvas. It would be the perfect place for my muse. As we make love the paint would mix and smear in unique patterns and gradients on the linens making a tapestry of our love. We would paint a beautiful picture our love here commemorating the time that I first claimed him. I had brought all of my paints, I pondered which color should be on which part.

We had enough food to last a few weeks, though I think I will only need one week here. That would give us the ample opportunity to conceive a child. Of course when we aren't busy making love I can really focus on my muse. After I confirm I am pregnant then we can go back. He won't leave a pregnant girl, he will have to take responsibility. Having a spring wedding sounds nice, though getting married on the day we first met would be fitting. Though I'd definitely have a baby bump if we waited that long.

"What hell is this?", Jetson said shock amplifying his voice.

I turned around to see Jetson standing in the door with a confused and horrified look on his face.

"Oh, I was just preparing your bed silly", I said, I had a strange feeling  that I crossed some line. Why wasn't he happy?

"But, what the fuck are those?", he said pointing at chains. He was mad, he only swore at me once and it was during Winter break. "Why are there chains on the bed? Why were you died set on us coming up here? You brought me up here to keep me chained up here didn't you. What the fuck is wrong with you.", he voice was slowly raising. I didn't like him yelling at me, my legs felt weak and my eyes started to tear up.

"W-w-what. No I am not trying to keep you here. Why would you say that. I would never do something like that. I love you after all.", I said trying to hold back tears. "Here", I said digging the keys out of my pocket and thrusting them towards him. "If you really don't want to be here, then just leave. I am not trying to keep you some where you don't want to be. All I wanted was to spend the weekend with someone that I care for. Is that so wrong." a sob escaping my throat.

"You still haven't explained why there's chains on the bed.", he said his voice calming down but still a little weary and mistrustful.

Don't believe what you see or hear. Believe in me.

"Oh these.", I said acting surprised. "There just to help you sleep. It's a... a therapeutic, they help you relax. Trust me, I use them all the time, and I get such good sleep. I know it looks weird, but it totally works. It's actually kinda crazy how good they work.", I said throwing out the lying hoping he wouldn't notice.

I could tell that he didn't believe me, he looked like he was on the edge of grabbing the keys and leaving right now.