Honeymoon

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The day after their wedding was spent in bed. Which isn't all that surprising actually, because it's them and they are newlyweds.

Except, they were pretty much sleeping. The whole time. The combination of jet lag and the events of the day before had exhausted them both, leaving them completely satisfied to stay intertwined with each other, snuggled

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[dr_ilovedogs]

He shifts, tightening his arm around her and tucking his face by her neck, mumbling sleepily something that sounds like her name and 'I love you,' and 'Shh, it's sleepytime,' all mixed up together, minus the vowels.

And then he's out again, snoring lightly against her shoulder, his body dead weight against her own.

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Crap.

That didn't go nearly as well as she had hoped, and now she feels guilty for trying and for knowing that she's going to have to try again.

There's no way in hell she's going to be able to lay here much longer.

"Derek," she murmurs again, turning her head to nudge at his face with her own.

"Sweetheart, I've got to get up."

[dr_ilovedogs]

And here he'd been worried about the insects bugging them in their sleep, not her. The important part, though, is that she said she needs to get up. Not him.

He can live with that.

"Mmphf," he groans in protest and his arm gradually loosens its hold on her, still slung lightly over her midsection, but easily removable.

Let her do the rest.

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Oh, thank God.

Even though the guilt is still there, she can't help but be amused at his unwillingness to move and she smirks a little as slips out from under his arm and off the mattress.

She pads into the bathroom and then back out a few moments later, walking past the bed to look out over the terrace adjacent to their room. It's a gorgeous day out and she's suddenly wanting to be soaking it in.

With him.

She turns and grins as she looks back at her husband, who seems to have dropped right back off to sleep again. Her guilt seems to have dissolved, because now that she is up, she wants him up too.

So she moves back to the bed and climbs in, wiggling close to him and tucking her face near his ear.

"Sweetheart, we can't sleep another day away."

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"I'll see what I can do."

Moving away from his neck, though, she plucks his body wash from the wall shelf and tips the bottle so that the thick liquid runs into her cupped hand, then dropping the bottle by accident as she's leaning to put it back. She mutters something about getting it later as she settles back on her heels and turns the soap into bubbles between her hands before smoothing the suds across his shoulders and down the front of his chest.

[dr_ilovedogs]

His eyes open again slowly and he smiles as he focuses on her, watching her touch him with the same look of desire he had before. Mixed in with a little awe that this woman actually agreed to marry him.

Reaching a hand out to cup her face, he strokes her cheek tenderly, completely unable to resist the urge to kiss her again.

So he does.

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Her hands still on him at once, eyes closing and mind entirely too distracted by the kiss to worry about where the soap should be going.

But then after a moment they slide upward, curling around the back of his neck as she presses her body against him, parting her lips and urging him to deepen the kiss.

[dr_ilovedogs]

He considers pulling away instead of tilting her head back and sliding his tongue along every crevice in her mouth, thinks to himself that they need to hurry up and get out of the shower so they can hurry up and eat breakfast and then hurry up and go outside.

Except, they don't have to hurry at all. For two weeks they don't have to be anywhere they don't want to be, and right now there's nowhere else he'd rather be than here.

With his wife. Doing exactly this.

So, he deepens the kiss as she wishes, taking his time to explore her mouth, her body, never pushing them beyond the foreplay into something more, but not pulling away either.

Not yet.

[dr_ilovedogs]

After over an hour of waiting and teasing, the needy, groping way they are making love is really working for him, pushing him entirely too close too fast so that he breaks away from their kiss gasping and buries his face against her neck as he tries to buy them both a little more time.

But that's not going to work if he wants to get her off, the angle's wrong and he can't slip a hand between them and keep up the quick, greedy rhythm they've established at the same time, something he's not at all willing to give up. So, he straightens, pulling her with him until he's holding her up as much as the vanity is, one arm wrapped strongly around her waist while the other insinuates itself between their bodies, searching out that one spot that never fails to push her over the edge.

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He finds it and his fingertip strokes roughly across the sensitive nerve endings, causing her body to momentarily slacken in his grasp as she practically pants against his ear. She recovers quickly though, her arms tightening around him again and face tipping to recapture his mouth with her own.

[dr_ilovedogs]

He growls softly, the sound muffled by their kiss as he presses against her harder, trying to circle her clitoris with his thumb in that particular way she likes but only managing short, jerky movements that match his thrusts inside her instead.

It's seriously not going to be long. But hopefully, if he can just hold on a little longer, hopefully it will be long enough.

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It's not going to be long for her either, not if he keeps applying pressure the way that he is.

She can already feel the climax beginning to slowly swell inside her, starting under his thumb and moving deeper, growing more with each simultaneous touch.

She makes a noise that might have been his name if they weren't kissing and then kisses him harder, the anticipation of orgasm causing her fingers to dig roughly into his skin.

[dr_ilovedogs]

"It's a well known fact," he begins softly, brushing his lips teasingly across hers.

"That the mood can strike in a lot of places. I believe we even have a list."

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Like your husband's lap under the shade of a big umbrella on a tropical beach.

Just another one for the list.

"Mmm, we do," she murmurs, returning his light kiss with one of her own.

"And it keeps growing."

[dr_ilovedogs]

"Well," he murmurs teasingly just before giving a firm yank on one of her bikini strings he's been playing with all of this time.

"You are insatiable."

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"Look who's talking," she laughs, thinking that her now loosely hanging top is proof enough to back that up. Grinning, she reaches up and pulls on the strings tied behind her neck and the flimsy material drops to her lap.

"And now for the topless portion of the sunbathing."