The sound of waves was something foreign to dry heat of Las Vegas. Sure there were fountains and even one casino with an ocean theme, but nothing could compare to the sound of actual waves as they lapped up gently upon the shore, sea gulls crying in the distance. Sara took this all in silently, leaning back into a pair of strong arms.
"I never thought we'd actually be here," she said over her shoulder.
The arms tightened around her waist in reply. "But we are."
Sara's arm reached up and gently traced the outline of his cheek, turning and stopping briefly to finger the coarse hair of his beard. "And I couldn't be happier." She leaned in and laid a gently kiss on his lips, not the first since the ceremony had legally made them man and wife.
"You know, Mrs. Grissom, standing here, on this enormous deck, amidst these teeming masses of people is nice. I'm sure some of these people are enjoying immensely."
"Well, Mr. Grissom, do you have a better idea? A better view of Miami before the ship launches on this, our honeymoon?"
"I think I have a few better ideas, yes." At this she giggled, giddy as a school girl. She knew it was foolish, but, if she had to be honest, she could never (and never had, actually) imagine herself as purely happy as she was at this very moment. Obediently she clasped her husband's hand as he guided her back to their cabin.