((Contains material of an adult nature.))
It had been a very long couple of days, though the first of those two had been long purely because of how little sleep Keira had managed to get between the two. The second of those days ....she would happily like to forget. Though it had been a happy day, it had been almost interminable. Weathering her sisters' complaints about being excluded from the actual wedding had not been so difficult once their father had shared a few choice words with them, but keeping up the joyful smile through the photographs, and then through the afternoon's celebration with their extended family and friends ....that had been hard.
Josh had caught her napping in the orchard - thankfully before anyone else had - but aside from those few minutes of snatched sleep, it had been a long slog to get to nightfall. And even then, she and Jamie had foolishly chosen to relocate on that evening, rather than wait for the next day. As a result, they had arrived in the mid-afternoon at the Banyan Tree in the Seychelles, thanks to the time-difference, and had promptly fallen asleep together, catching up on the hours they had missed out on the night before.
As the moon rose over the bay, deep into the night, Keira stirred, her eyes opening to take in the simple luxury surrounding her. She could feel Jamie beside her, hear the steady flow of his breath, smiling at the thought that he was her husband now. Her mouth felt dry, her skin itchy; evidence of too long asleep, of a day in which she had not drunk enough to keep herself hydrated. Very gently, she eased off the bed, making use of the iced jug and glasses set nearby to take a drink with her to stand at the edge of the infinity pool that was entirely their own and look out over the rolling waves beyond the trees in the moonlight.
Like Keira, Jamie had fallen into a deep sleep upon arrival at their villa, stirring now only when he felt movement beside him, reaching for her in his sleep only to find she was gone. They had only meant to relax for a little while before exploring, but the last few days had finally taken their toll. He was slow coming to, his mouth tasting as dry as cottonballs, a dull ache in his head that was partly from dehydration and partly from having drunk a little too much. It was possibly only the drink that had gotten him through the day without killing her sisters. Now that they were alone, he had relaxed, but there was still the mystery of where his wife had wandered off to.
The breeze was warm off the sea, rustling the leaves in the trees that surrounded their villa, ruffling Keira's hair where she stood outside the open glass doors that led from the pavilion into the bedroom. Her glass, half-finished, sat on the railing in front of her as she leaned there, letting the soft peace of the place calm her last frazzled nerve. It was a beautiful place to be, perfect suited for them to relax in for a couple of weeks before they returned to Tirisano and their duties.
"Keira?" Jamie called quietly, his throat dry and voice ragged, as he rolled to the side of the bed and dropped his feet to the floor, pausing a moment to stretch and yawn. He had stripped down to a pair of boxers and t-shirt, discarding the suit that had felt stifling hot in the warm afternoon soon. He noticed it had turned dark and was no longer afternoon. How long had they been sleeping"
"I'm out here," her voice answered his, her silhouette turning to watch as he stretched himself fresh from the bed. "Come and join me, love. It's beautiful out here." Not to mention the half-glass of water that would wet his throat and ease the ache in his head. Her hand reached out, inviting him to join her.
"Gods," Jamie muttered, stifling another yawn. "How long were we sleeping" I feel like Rip Van Winkle," he murmured as he rose to meet her, sliding his arms around her waist with a smile as he joined her. "Should I say good morning or good night?"
"You feel like who?" Keira laughed, pressing the glass into his hand as he came to her. "I think it's just past midnight," she mused, glancing at the view that was all theirs for fourteen days. "We didn't get much sleep last night, after all." She smiled, the tip of her nose circling his. "Why do you need to say anything at all?"
"Rip Van Winkle," he repeated. "The man who fell asleep for a hundred years?" he asked, not sounding too sure himself. Draining the glass, he set it aside, before winding his arms around her waist again and touching his nose to hers. "I don't, I suppose," he admitted. "How about if I just say I love you?"
The blank look on her face was all he needed to know that he'd made a reference for once that she had never heard of before, but it was quickly overtaken with a tender smile as her hands crept up to curl to his neck and into his hair. "I love you will do," she conceded teasingly. "To start with, anyway."
"Are you hoping I'll talk dirty to you?" he teased, with a smirk. It wasn't out of the question that he might do it - he had before, after all. There was no telling what he might do now that he had her alone and away from anyone who might overhear them.
"Maybe I'm going to make you woo me," she teased him back, her fingertips playing in and out of his hair as she swayed in his arms, enjoying the warmth of him and the coolness of the breeze that swept around them. "Maybe I'm going to make you work for it now we're married. Just to make sure I'm really what you want." Even in the moonlight, her eyes were sparkling with mischief, daring him to call her bluff.
He laughed heartily at her teasing threat, knowing if he wanted to, he could have her eating right out of his hand. "If you want wooing, you married the wrong Stuart. Josh is the one who's the actor, remember" I prefer to take what I want," he said, one hand against a hip to disappear beneath her nightdress and slid up a bare thigh while he dipped his head close to leave a trail of kisses against her collarbone.
He knew her only too well, going straight for those weak spots that made her putty in his hands without much in the way of warning. She made no attempt to disguise the soft moan that brushed his ear in answer to the trail of kisses and caresses that she echoed to him. And still she teased. "I'm surprised you're up to it, the amount you drank."
"Are you challenging my ability to perform?" he asked, pausing a moment in the savoring of her collarbone and thigh, brows arching upwards questioningly. She should know him better than that, after all. While it was true, he'd had a little too much to drink and had a slight headache, it wasn't enough to keep him from enjoying the first night of their honeymoon.
She laughed, her hand curling to his cheek to draw him into a kiss bestowed by smiling lips, only too pleased with herself for derailing him even momentarily enough to be able to get the upper hand for a short while. Of course, he probably wasn't expecting her to suddenly throw her weight backwards, secure in the knowledge that even if he didn't catch her, the pool would.
Taking him by surprise and knocking him off balance, the pool caught them both, both of them splashing into the water in their nightclothes. Jamie came up sputtering and laughing. If he wasn't fully awake yet, he sure as hell was now. "You did that on purpose!" he shouted, pushing wet hair back from his face.
It had been a very long couple of days, though the first of those two had been long purely because of how little sleep Keira had managed to get between the two. The second of those days ....she would happily like to forget. Though it had been a happy day, it had been almost interminable. Weathering her sisters' complaints about being excluded from the actual wedding had not been so difficult once their father had shared a few choice words with them, but keeping up the joyful smile through the photographs, and then through the afternoon's celebration with their extended family and friends ....that had been hard.
Josh had caught her napping in the orchard - thankfully before anyone else had - but aside from those few minutes of snatched sleep, it had been a long slog to get to nightfall. And even then, she and Jamie had foolishly chosen to relocate on that evening, rather than wait for the next day. As a result, they had arrived in the mid-afternoon at the Banyan Tree in the Seychelles, thanks to the time-difference, and had promptly fallen asleep together, catching up on the hours they had missed out on the night before.
As the moon rose over the bay, deep into the night, Keira stirred, her eyes opening to take in the simple luxury surrounding her. She could feel Jamie beside her, hear the steady flow of his breath, smiling at the thought that he was her husband now. Her mouth felt dry, her skin itchy; evidence of too long asleep, of a day in which she had not drunk enough to keep herself hydrated. Very gently, she eased off the bed, making use of the iced jug and glasses set nearby to take a drink with her to stand at the edge of the infinity pool that was entirely their own and look out over the rolling waves beyond the trees in the moonlight.
Like Keira, Jamie had fallen into a deep sleep upon arrival at their villa, stirring now only when he felt movement beside him, reaching for her in his sleep only to find she was gone. They had only meant to relax for a little while before exploring, but the last few days had finally taken their toll. He was slow coming to, his mouth tasting as dry as cottonballs, a dull ache in his head that was partly from dehydration and partly from having drunk a little too much. It was possibly only the drink that had gotten him through the day without killing her sisters. Now that they were alone, he had relaxed, but there was still the mystery of where his wife had wandered off to.
The breeze was warm off the sea, rustling the leaves in the trees that surrounded their villa, ruffling Keira's hair where she stood outside the open glass doors that led from the pavilion into the bedroom. Her glass, half-finished, sat on the railing in front of her as she leaned there, letting the soft peace of the place calm her last frazzled nerve. It was a beautiful place to be, perfect suited for them to relax in for a couple of weeks before they returned to Tirisano and their duties.
"Keira?" Jamie called quietly, his throat dry and voice ragged, as he rolled to the side of the bed and dropped his feet to the floor, pausing a moment to stretch and yawn. He had stripped down to a pair of boxers and t-shirt, discarding the suit that had felt stifling hot in the warm afternoon soon. He noticed it had turned dark and was no longer afternoon. How long had they been sleeping"
"I'm out here," her voice answered his, her silhouette turning to watch as he stretched himself fresh from the bed. "Come and join me, love. It's beautiful out here." Not to mention the half-glass of water that would wet his throat and ease the ache in his head. Her hand reached out, inviting him to join her.
"Gods," Jamie muttered, stifling another yawn. "How long were we sleeping" I feel like Rip Van Winkle," he murmured as he rose to meet her, sliding his arms around her waist with a smile as he joined her. "Should I say good morning or good night?"
"You feel like who?" Keira laughed, pressing the glass into his hand as he came to her. "I think it's just past midnight," she mused, glancing at the view that was all theirs for fourteen days. "We didn't get much sleep last night, after all." She smiled, the tip of her nose circling his. "Why do you need to say anything at all?"
"Rip Van Winkle," he repeated. "The man who fell asleep for a hundred years?" he asked, not sounding too sure himself. Draining the glass, he set it aside, before winding his arms around her waist again and touching his nose to hers. "I don't, I suppose," he admitted. "How about if I just say I love you?"
The blank look on her face was all he needed to know that he'd made a reference for once that she had never heard of before, but it was quickly overtaken with a tender smile as her hands crept up to curl to his neck and into his hair. "I love you will do," she conceded teasingly. "To start with, anyway."
"Are you hoping I'll talk dirty to you?" he teased, with a smirk. It wasn't out of the question that he might do it - he had before, after all. There was no telling what he might do now that he had her alone and away from anyone who might overhear them.
"Maybe I'm going to make you woo me," she teased him back, her fingertips playing in and out of his hair as she swayed in his arms, enjoying the warmth of him and the coolness of the breeze that swept around them. "Maybe I'm going to make you work for it now we're married. Just to make sure I'm really what you want." Even in the moonlight, her eyes were sparkling with mischief, daring him to call her bluff.
He laughed heartily at her teasing threat, knowing if he wanted to, he could have her eating right out of his hand. "If you want wooing, you married the wrong Stuart. Josh is the one who's the actor, remember" I prefer to take what I want," he said, one hand against a hip to disappear beneath her nightdress and slid up a bare thigh while he dipped his head close to leave a trail of kisses against her collarbone.
He knew her only too well, going straight for those weak spots that made her putty in his hands without much in the way of warning. She made no attempt to disguise the soft moan that brushed his ear in answer to the trail of kisses and caresses that she echoed to him. And still she teased. "I'm surprised you're up to it, the amount you drank."
"Are you challenging my ability to perform?" he asked, pausing a moment in the savoring of her collarbone and thigh, brows arching upwards questioningly. She should know him better than that, after all. While it was true, he'd had a little too much to drink and had a slight headache, it wasn't enough to keep him from enjoying the first night of their honeymoon.
She laughed, her hand curling to his cheek to draw him into a kiss bestowed by smiling lips, only too pleased with herself for derailing him even momentarily enough to be able to get the upper hand for a short while. Of course, he probably wasn't expecting her to suddenly throw her weight backwards, secure in the knowledge that even if he didn't catch her, the pool would.
Taking him by surprise and knocking him off balance, the pool caught them both, both of them splashing into the water in their nightclothes. Jamie came up sputtering and laughing. If he wasn't fully awake yet, he sure as hell was now. "You did that on purpose!" he shouted, pushing wet hair back from his face.