The final of 4 sections from a collaborative piece of fanfiction. This originated from an anon request on Tumblr asking for a Rita-based fic that had 4 parts based on 4 seasons. I'll be updating this every Thursday for the next 5-6 weeks!
Part 1: Autumn written by Totti10
Part 2: Winter written by RidiculouslyOverObsessed
Part 3: Spring written by Beautyofthend
Part 4: Summer written by me!
We hope you enjoy, and would love to hear your thoughts!
A, G, T and M XxX
I hope I've not let the side down with the writing of this one but such high standards were set it's been tough to follow!
(just a note on this part, chapter 2 is mainly smut and is not needed to be read to understand the rest of the story, so if you're uncomfortable reading it or not of a sensible age, please skip that chapter!)
The heat as she stepped from the plane was incredible. The sun blazing in her eyes, forcing her to squint. There was no wind, nothing disturbing the peaceful, serene landscape that surrounded the airport.
Rita looked to the man whose hand was entwined with her own, she smiled as he placed a gentle kiss to her lips.
"Happy honeymoon" He whispered into her ear as he pulled away, his fingers twirling the silver ring that encompassed her third finger on her left hand, the hand that he held in his own.
"Happy honeymoon," She repeated back, the word sounding unfamiliar yet perfect on her tongue. Her first and last honeymoon.
With Mark they had spent the weekend after their wedding in a cheap hotel in Wigan watching a football match. She shivered, the thought of Mark sending a wave of uneasiness over her body. She looked to her husband once again, her hand receiving another squeeze as he noticed her shiver. Mark was gone. He couldn't hurt her anymore.
She had to keep reminding herself this was real. Less than twelve hours ago she had married the man of her dreams, the man who she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
She smiled, she'd picked the right guy. He knew her better than anyone, he knew exactly what she was feeling and how he could help. He was her perfect man.
Their hands separated for a few moments as her husband carried their bags down the steps to the runway and awaiting bus.
"You alright?" He asked her, their hands springing back together the moment they could.
"Yeah, it doesn't feel real." She told him, her face forming an unstoppable smile.
"Well, that's because we haven't, you know, yet." He whispered into her ear, trying not to be overheard but the sea of other nosy passengers that surrounded them.
Rita looked up to him, her ace blushing a pale red colour, "I don't know, could you be more specific?" She asked, trying to remain straight faced but failing, miserably.
"I think you do missy," Her husband said, his face mirroring her own, a small laugh escaping his lips.
"It's Mrs now, and don't you ever forget that." Rita told him, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"Ah yes, Mrs. Do I need to tell you what happens on a wedding night?" He asked, his deep voice in her ear.
"I think I have an idea, but you could be more specific..." Rita whispered back, ignoring the disapproving stare that the pair of them were receiving from an elderly couple stood right across from them.
"Well, when should I start?"
"Right now." She whispered, her voice slightly caught in her throat, the thrill and anticipation overpowering normality.
"Right now?" He asked.
Rita nodded slightly, no longer trusting her voice to say anything.
"Hmm, well if you insist." He murmured against her ear as he dropped his hand from hers.
"Right now," he said, "I'd like to kiss you," he told her, taking his hands to either side of her head and pulling her close, their lips millimetres apart, their breath hot on each other's face.
"Then I'd like to wrap your legs around my body," he whispered, his deep voice making him sound a lot louder than he intended, another dirty look from the elderly couple.
The married pair were sat facing each other on the bus' uncomfortable back seats, both crossed legged and lips fractions away from satisfaction.
Their eyes dead seat on each other; mesmerised and transfixed.
They didn't know the bus had stopped, that they were the last but one to leave.
"Um excuse me." Rita heard someone say behind her husband; it was the elderly woman from the couple.
Rita and her husband snapped out of their trance almost immediately.
"The bus has stopped." The woman told them, a hint of disapproval and disgust in her voice.
"Oh, thank you." Rita told the couple as they walked off, tutting between themselves as they went.
Her husband started laughing, an infectious laugh that Rita failed to ignore, purely out of total embarrassment.
"Come on, we need to get off." She said between giggles, as they lugged their luggage off the bus and into the airport, hands intertwined and their lips sharing the occasional fleeting kiss as they tried to catch up with the rest of their flight.
The pair barely made it through passport control, their laughter, late arrival and constant pda made the security guard suspicious. It took them over an hour to manage to convince the airport police that they were merely a loved up couple and not hiding anything sinister.
Their stint with the airport police meant they had missed their coach to their hotel, after realising they didn't pose a threat the airport bought them a taxi to apologise.
"We're alone now." Rita told her husband, as their taxi left for their hotel, her voice a little lower than normal, suggestive.
"Well I don't think you minded that we weren't back on that bus." Her husband smiled.
"Neither did you." She reminded him, "and you never got to finish." She said, her lips grazing his ear and hand wandering down his chest and to his lap.
"Hmm, I guess we could continue..." Her husband trailed off, their lips touching as he removed Rita's hand, knowing full well that if she started there, he wouldn't be able to stop her.
Hands knotted in each other's hair, lips locked, bodies pressed together without a seam; they arrived at their hotel an hour later looking a little dishevelled. Her husbands shirt rumpled and un-tucked, her hair falling around her face in a mess of blonde knots and curls, their faces red from the heat of Spain and the taxi journey that wasn't going to be forgotten any time soon.
Rita and her husband made their way into the hotel they had chosen, it was right next to the beach and the honeymoon suite (he wanted he very best for his wife) had views all around the bay and over the whole island.
"Hello welcome to hotel Lanzarote, are you here to check in?" The receptionist asked as their bags where loaded onto a trolley by a porter.
"Yes, hello. We're staying in the honeymoon suite." Rita told the receptionist. Her hand enclosed within her husbands. A smile bursting out on her face with the word that excited her so much.
"Ah, congratulations! Mr and Mrs-" the receptionist started before being interrupted with a yell from across the lobby.
"Rita!"
The couple turned round immediately.
Confused for a moment but shortly regaining her smile as she recognised the man who had yelled her name. Her husbands face only dropping at the sight of the man.
"Jez!" Rita exclaimed as they made their way to each other, Rita leaving her husband to talk to the young paramedic.
"How are you doing?" He asked her as they shared a hug.
"I'm good, what are you doing here?"
"Ah, I went to the airport early this morning and they had a flight and hotel deal going cheap so I thought why not?" He smiled, "what about you?"
"Honeymoon Jez, you were there yesterday when I told you!" She smiled, how had he managed to forget, he'd seen him less than a day ago, he'd been an usher for heavens sake.
"Ah yes! I forgot you were coming here! How's married life treating you so far?" He asked as they made their way over to the desk where her husband had finished sorting out their room.
"Jez, it's been ages." Her husband smiled as the younger man came over with his arm in that if his wife's.
"Ah mate I know! We shouldn't leave it so long next time!" Jez joked back. "How's about we have dinner this evening? I'll pay." Jez offered as he let Rita return to her husbands side, hands lacing together almost instantly.
"Um," her husband started, "how about tomorrow, wedding night and all." He trailed off.
Rita blushed a bright red, the smile almost permanently fixed on her face growing, she leant in and buried her head in her husbands arm.
"Ah, right, yes, yes, tomorrow." Jez stumbled his face a similar shade to Rita's. "Have fun, I'll see you tomorrow." Jez excused himself quickly, not wanting the loved up couple to give him even more images in his mind he would never forget.
"You are a naughty man mister." Rita told her husband.
"If you would rather have dinner with Jez I can cancel the room service and romantic evening I had planned." Her husband smiled.
"Not at all, I have plans for this afternoon," Rita told him, her lips pressed against his ear, as they followed a porter to their suite.
We hope you enjoyed! XxX