((Fair warning, this is a honeymoon scene. There will be material of an adult nature.))
You couldn't have asked for a more romantic setting. It reminded Michael of some secluded tropical location back home on Earth, though he'd never been to any. He had, in fact, never done all that much traveling, except to do some book tours and attend writer conferences. He'd never been anywhere as romantic as this, and he was still in a bit of a state of shock over it all. He and Elena had only been officially engaged for three days, and already they were married. He could hardly believe his luck, and he kept having to pinch himself to make sure it was all real.
As soon as they excused themselves from Tony and Anya, Elena tugged him back to their bungalow, which was nothing short of a tropical paradise. It didn't look like much from outside, but inside it was luxurious and held all the comforts of home. Michael paused outside to take a deep breath of the fresh sea breeze and just take in the view. "God, Elena. I've never been anywhere like this before. It's breath-taking."
Like Michael, Elena was just a little in shock herself. A year ago, she'd been in hell. And now ....she was in her kind of heaven, married to a man she loved, who had loved her even when she was a complete mess, with the blessing of her family to boot. She curled her arms around her husband, resting her head on his shoulder to look out across the beautiful bay. "I thought you'd like it," she murmured softly. "I remembered what you said about going somewhere warm and quiet, far away from everyone and everything, and ....this place just seemed perfect." There was a pause as she breathed in the scent of the salt breeze tinged with the musk of spices not even she could name. "Remind me to buy something nice for the travel agent who suggested it."
"Mm," he murmured, a little dreamily though he was wide awake. "Remember to buy something nice for the travel agent," he teased, drawing his arms around her. They had nearly three hours to kill, and they were in a tropical paradise with no schedule, no obligations, no pressures, absolutely nothing to do but rest and relax and enjoy each other's company, at least until dinner time. "It is perfect," he agreed, turning his head toward hers. "Just like you."
She laughed at his tease, lifting her head to meet his gaze with the warm affection that was now his alone to enjoy. Well, it had been his alone to enjoy for several months now, but she was his wife as of twenty minutes ago. And boy, had he earned her. "Aww, baby, I'm far from perfect," she smiled, nuzzling lovingly to him. "But whenever I'm with you, I get very close to it."
Michael turned to face her, arms sliding loosely around her waist, a happy smile on his face. "You're perfect to me," he said, drawing her close to kiss her under that perfect blue sky with the warm ocean breeze touching them both like a lover's caress. There really couldn't have been a more perfect place than this or anyone he would have rather shared it with.
His kiss cut off any objection she might have raised to that beautiful compliment, though she poured as much adoration into the tender gesture as was humanly possible while somehow still remaining innocently chaste. After all, she was a bride, a wife. She should probably start behaving herself a little better in public places from now on. Her hands smoothed down his back as the flowers in her hair rustled in the breeze, content to stay right where she was for as long as he wanted her to. "I love you," she whispered against his lips, uncaring who, if anyone, saw how loving she could be with the man who had taught her not just how to be herself again, but how to open up and be herself with him.
He smiled against her lips when she offered up those three little words that he already knew. After all, she wouldn't have agreed to such a whirlwind courtship if she didn't love him, would she" "I love you," he whispered back, his voice as soft and warm as the tropical breeze. "Do you think making love on the beach is as romantic as they say?" he asked, having no idea himself, though it seemed he was about to find out.
"Mmm, I don't know," she mused teasingly, easing her hand up to smooth her fingers through his hair. "I think it's probably even more romantic when you don't have to deal with sand, curious locals, and itinerant crabs making off with your clothes." She grinned playfully, gently nipping at his lower lip. "And whaddya know" We have a bed with a perfect sea view, no sand included."
He laughed as she dispelled his illusion of romance with her practicality, flushing a little in embarrassment, but he didn't really want an audience, human or otherwise. What he had in mind was for her eyes only. "What do you say we consummate our marriage, Mrs. Donnelly' Unless you have a better idea." Once the sun went down, he might suggest a midnight swim in the moonlight, but until then, they'd have to be happy for the comfort and luxury of their bed. It wasn't such a hard compromise to make.
As enchanted as she was with romance, Elena just couldn't be held to it for very long, far too impish in nature to ever let an opportunity for a good tease pass her by. And then he had to go and say something like that, something so simple and so romantic, it sent a gentle quiver down her spine. "Say that again," she told him, her voice warm as her fingertips played up and down the back of his neck. "I feel like I've been waiting a lifetime to hear it."
He didn't think it was a very romantic question, but it was the one most pressing on his mind. Though they had plenty of time, now that she was his wife, he wanted nothing more than to make it official. He smiled, changing his words a little bit, though it meant the same thing. "I said, would you like to make love, Mrs. Donnelly?" he asked, eyes roaming over her as he felt a flush of desire. She looked lovely in that dress, but he knew she'd look even lovelier without it.
She bit her lip, her smile sweet and young and unmistakeably wanting as her own gaze roamed over him, wanting nothing more than to get him to a point where all he was wearing was his wedding ring. And her, of course. "It would be an honor and a privilege, Mr Donnelly," she answered his question in her own mischievous way, though there was a suggestion that she meant what she said beneath the tease in her voice. "Should I climb on board, or are you saving the carrying over the threshold for our actual home?"
Michael chuckled at her reply. "I'm not so sure about that, but I'll take your word for it." He glanced curiously over at the bungalow, gauging the distance. "Do you want me to?" he asked, never having carried her anywhere before and not having thought of it. He frowned a little as he realized it was something he should have thought of on his own, hoping he hadn't disappointed her.
You couldn't have asked for a more romantic setting. It reminded Michael of some secluded tropical location back home on Earth, though he'd never been to any. He had, in fact, never done all that much traveling, except to do some book tours and attend writer conferences. He'd never been anywhere as romantic as this, and he was still in a bit of a state of shock over it all. He and Elena had only been officially engaged for three days, and already they were married. He could hardly believe his luck, and he kept having to pinch himself to make sure it was all real.
As soon as they excused themselves from Tony and Anya, Elena tugged him back to their bungalow, which was nothing short of a tropical paradise. It didn't look like much from outside, but inside it was luxurious and held all the comforts of home. Michael paused outside to take a deep breath of the fresh sea breeze and just take in the view. "God, Elena. I've never been anywhere like this before. It's breath-taking."
Like Michael, Elena was just a little in shock herself. A year ago, she'd been in hell. And now ....she was in her kind of heaven, married to a man she loved, who had loved her even when she was a complete mess, with the blessing of her family to boot. She curled her arms around her husband, resting her head on his shoulder to look out across the beautiful bay. "I thought you'd like it," she murmured softly. "I remembered what you said about going somewhere warm and quiet, far away from everyone and everything, and ....this place just seemed perfect." There was a pause as she breathed in the scent of the salt breeze tinged with the musk of spices not even she could name. "Remind me to buy something nice for the travel agent who suggested it."
"Mm," he murmured, a little dreamily though he was wide awake. "Remember to buy something nice for the travel agent," he teased, drawing his arms around her. They had nearly three hours to kill, and they were in a tropical paradise with no schedule, no obligations, no pressures, absolutely nothing to do but rest and relax and enjoy each other's company, at least until dinner time. "It is perfect," he agreed, turning his head toward hers. "Just like you."
She laughed at his tease, lifting her head to meet his gaze with the warm affection that was now his alone to enjoy. Well, it had been his alone to enjoy for several months now, but she was his wife as of twenty minutes ago. And boy, had he earned her. "Aww, baby, I'm far from perfect," she smiled, nuzzling lovingly to him. "But whenever I'm with you, I get very close to it."
Michael turned to face her, arms sliding loosely around her waist, a happy smile on his face. "You're perfect to me," he said, drawing her close to kiss her under that perfect blue sky with the warm ocean breeze touching them both like a lover's caress. There really couldn't have been a more perfect place than this or anyone he would have rather shared it with.
His kiss cut off any objection she might have raised to that beautiful compliment, though she poured as much adoration into the tender gesture as was humanly possible while somehow still remaining innocently chaste. After all, she was a bride, a wife. She should probably start behaving herself a little better in public places from now on. Her hands smoothed down his back as the flowers in her hair rustled in the breeze, content to stay right where she was for as long as he wanted her to. "I love you," she whispered against his lips, uncaring who, if anyone, saw how loving she could be with the man who had taught her not just how to be herself again, but how to open up and be herself with him.
He smiled against her lips when she offered up those three little words that he already knew. After all, she wouldn't have agreed to such a whirlwind courtship if she didn't love him, would she" "I love you," he whispered back, his voice as soft and warm as the tropical breeze. "Do you think making love on the beach is as romantic as they say?" he asked, having no idea himself, though it seemed he was about to find out.
"Mmm, I don't know," she mused teasingly, easing her hand up to smooth her fingers through his hair. "I think it's probably even more romantic when you don't have to deal with sand, curious locals, and itinerant crabs making off with your clothes." She grinned playfully, gently nipping at his lower lip. "And whaddya know" We have a bed with a perfect sea view, no sand included."
He laughed as she dispelled his illusion of romance with her practicality, flushing a little in embarrassment, but he didn't really want an audience, human or otherwise. What he had in mind was for her eyes only. "What do you say we consummate our marriage, Mrs. Donnelly' Unless you have a better idea." Once the sun went down, he might suggest a midnight swim in the moonlight, but until then, they'd have to be happy for the comfort and luxury of their bed. It wasn't such a hard compromise to make.
As enchanted as she was with romance, Elena just couldn't be held to it for very long, far too impish in nature to ever let an opportunity for a good tease pass her by. And then he had to go and say something like that, something so simple and so romantic, it sent a gentle quiver down her spine. "Say that again," she told him, her voice warm as her fingertips played up and down the back of his neck. "I feel like I've been waiting a lifetime to hear it."
He didn't think it was a very romantic question, but it was the one most pressing on his mind. Though they had plenty of time, now that she was his wife, he wanted nothing more than to make it official. He smiled, changing his words a little bit, though it meant the same thing. "I said, would you like to make love, Mrs. Donnelly?" he asked, eyes roaming over her as he felt a flush of desire. She looked lovely in that dress, but he knew she'd look even lovelier without it.
She bit her lip, her smile sweet and young and unmistakeably wanting as her own gaze roamed over him, wanting nothing more than to get him to a point where all he was wearing was his wedding ring. And her, of course. "It would be an honor and a privilege, Mr Donnelly," she answered his question in her own mischievous way, though there was a suggestion that she meant what she said beneath the tease in her voice. "Should I climb on board, or are you saving the carrying over the threshold for our actual home?"
Michael chuckled at her reply. "I'm not so sure about that, but I'll take your word for it." He glanced curiously over at the bungalow, gauging the distance. "Do you want me to?" he asked, never having carried her anywhere before and not having thought of it. He frowned a little as he realized it was something he should have thought of on his own, hoping he hadn't disappointed her.