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Originally written for gh_unwrapped on livejournal.
"Hu…a? La? La? I? Hu..a..la…lay? Hulala lie?"
Max tentatively read the sign on the hotel, rubbing the back of his head as he did so. He hadn't been too sure about this little getaway Diane had proposed, but had gone along with it anyway. Hell, what was a man to do when the love of his life pouted and cajoled to get her own way. Not that he minded the way she pouted; it was downright sexy and made him shiver and flush with heat.
Course his idea of a trip to Hawaii had been white sand beaches, rum-filled coconuts and unhealthy sunburns, not the extravagant resort he now stood gaping up at.
"Reservation for Miller." Diane's sweet voice, low and practically purring pulled him out of his stupor and he, decked out in his bright Hawaiian shirt, surged forward on benumbed legs, joining her at the front desk.
Belatedly, he reached for his wallet, only to have Diane bat his hand away dismissively as she handed the hotel manager a well-used credit card. She raised a single eyebrow as he opened his mouth to protest.
"Mahalo and enjoy your stay at the Four Seasons Resort Hualalai." The manager smiled benignly at the couple as she finished checking them in and handed the keycards over to the clearly besotted couple.
Max's attention was riveted to Diane's full, pouty lips, causing him to miss, yet again, the proper pronunciation for the name of the place they'd be staying for the next two weeks. Damn, he thought half-heartedly as he followed the swaying hips of his lover to their ocean-view room, can't think straight. Good thing the boss ain't here to witness this.
Diane led the way into the lavish room, pausing just long enough to shuck her shoes while the bellhop deposited their luggage. Max absentmindedly handed the young man a tip, eyes on the sultry curves of his mistress.
As soon as the door clicked into place, Diane was shrugging out of her dress, Max's calloused hands gently touched her already sun-kissed shoulders. His mouth hovered inches above the freckled skin, momentarily basking in the warmth which radiated from his lover before tenderly, passionately lowering his lips to her bare shoulder and suckling.
Diane purred, arching slightly, toes curling as she leaned into Max's touch. Tilting her neck to allow his roaming mouth access to her throat, she watched the sun dip lower in the horizon, its orange golden mass resting on the crest of a wave. She saw a brief flash of green, an electric current surged through her, Max's tongue, as the sun was devoured by the ocean and Max nibbled playfully on an earlobe.
"Did you see that?" Diane asked breathlessly. "It was breathtakingly beautiful."
"Mmmhmmm." Max mumbled in response, his lips engaged on an area of her skin just above her right breast. Breathtakingly beautiful…