Fili's eyes fluttered open and his fingers gently caressed the back of his brand new wife. She was still sleeping and he gently smiled as he remembered the night before.

He closed his eyes, contentedly when he suddenly felt lips on his. He heartily kissed back. Wrapping his arms around his wife's delicate, angel soft waist as she deepened the kiss.

"Good morning," she gently spoke.

"Maidih mhaith mo lass," he whispered on her ear before he kissed it.

"I love the shape of you. My clothes and blankets smell like you, my love."

She smiled and said,

"I smell like you, melethnin."

She woke up to find Fili gone but right in his place was a beautiful, fresh and dewy rose with a cream white card attached to it.

"Enjoy your nap, milady? Get all fancy (or come in that swim suit I bought you- you'll look GREAT trust me), then come down to a small spot on the beach- bring your sexy self and get ready to be pampered by yo man!

I love you."

She smiled and her blush went to shades lighter than usual. It always did, specifically when he called her "sexy", something she'd need to get used to...if she ever would.

She gently picked the rose up, it was so beautiful. She sniffed the clean, fresh fragrance. The petals seemed to be moist.

She slipped on the two piece suit. She loved it. A floral printed halter swimsuit. In the middle of the halter top was a V-neck with a sheer material.

The bottoms were ruched scrunch butt style in turquoise. She thought there was a reason they were quite cheeky.

She took a deep breath, put on her white hip length cover up and went to meet Fili.

It was at night time, the stars were out and the ocean breeze was cool and gentle.

"Hey beautiful! Ready for a night of love and romance?"

He handed her a chunky, tall whiskey glass and as she began walking past him, he lightly pinched her bottom. She glanced at him, he leaned close to her ear and whispered,

"I knew you'd look great in this suit," then sent her a cheeky wink.

She blushed profusely, as they say down. She looked at her drink questioningly, as it did look a bit funny but his right hand gently caressed her left cheek, he gently smiled and said,

"It's a just tea drink, lass. Called Eight Inch Leprechaun. Made with brewed black tea, some powdered sugar, milk or cream and some mint."

She sipped it and said,

"Oh, that's good!"

He gave her a plate of sliced steak, some crisps and sugared strawberries.

"Thank you, Fili."

He looked at her, held her right cheek and gently pecked her bottom lip.

"Always so soft and delicate...," the moment had intensified and Erin found herself lost in those blue eyes, in that voice, his scent, this moment...she did something completely out of her character.

She dropped her drink and smashed their lips together. Fili was shocked at what she did but wrapped his arms around her. Her sheer white cover up fell from her shoulders.

After a minute, they caught their breath. Through breathes, Fili said,

"You are full of surprises. I'm not complaining, my love," he attacked her lips this time.

She was on her back, he was on her right side with his torso over hers. Both hands flat and flexed on both sides of her body.

Their tongues danced beautifully in the heat of the night.