After making sure that G's ex-partner and ex-undercover-wife was safely in the hands of the U.S. Marshals — heading back to the U.S.A. where she would face a multitude of charges — Sam and G drove back out to the boat which was now, technically, confiscated property. But until the authorities came to claim it, there was no sense in letting it sit empty and idle, with the fully-stocked bar going to waste. The dynamic duo had decided to take some vacation time while they were in the Cayman Islands, a move that Hetty had approved of wholeheartedly.

"So, what was it like?" Sam asked, after they'd opened up another pair of beers to savor on the deck.

"What was what like?" G asked in return with one eyebrow raised.

"Being married."

"It was our cover, Sam."

"I know. But what I don't know is what it's like to be married. For your cover," he tacked on before G could glare at him.

G paused for a moment, looking out over the sea, before replying, "I knew it would never work."

"Oh, yeah? Why not?"

"She split at the first sign of trouble."

Sam considered it and responded, "Sounds like she's the one who had commitment issues, then."

"Hey, I've never had commitment issues!" G shot back.

"Yeah. That's why it took forever to find a place of your own."

"That's different! All the other places... they just... didn't feel right. I settled down once I found the right place."

Sam conceded the point with a nod, and took another sip of his beer.

"Besides. When I found the right partner, I had no commitment issues," G reminded him, looking him straight in the eye this time.

"No. I guess not," Sam agreed, a wry smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"There was absolutely no reason for you to get jealous, you know," G teased him with a straight face, while one of his bare feet gently stroked Sam's leg.

"I wasn't jealous!" Sam protested, on the defensive now and also somewhat uncomfortable because of what G's foot was doing. Not that he didn't enjoy it, of course.

"Yeah, you were. You were giving her the Evil Eye the whole time! Like a jealous little housewife when her husband's ex shows up," G taunted, his foot continuing to stroke up and down Sam's leg, but gradually moving more up than down.

"I'm not a 'little' housewife. And I was not giving her the Evil Eye! I just knew she couldn't be trusted." Sam pouted, trying to shift position so G's seductive foot couldn't get any closer to his family jewels, but it was no use.

"I didn't trust her, either," G soothed, deciding to make peace now, since his own family jewels were getting eager for some action. He slid his foot deftly up Sam's inner thigh to rest his sole against the rock-hard proof of his partner's arousal. "Although I wish I'd been able to stop her from shooting White. Not that he wasn't a slimeball."

"Let's not talk about slimeballs now. At least, not that kind," Sam whined, his breathing labored.

"All right. But I just wanted to point out that you're absolutely adorable when you're jealous," G grinned.

"You're making me blush."

"I know."

G's foot was rubbing Sam's length through the front of his tight jeans — tighter there than they usually were — and Sam was beginning to worry that they might rip open. That is, if G didn't wear the material through first.

"I think it's time we test out that mattress," he said, standing up.

"Excellent idea," G said, setting his drink down on the table and following.

[Steamy Smexxxy Scene - see Chapter 2]

By the time they were both satisfied, night had fallen on the Islands and it was almost completely dark inside the boat. Sam had a contented smile fixed on his face as he held his partner in his arms, listening to G's deep breathing. He knew G could only sleep so soundly when he was exhausted, and was more than happy to wear him out with some good old-fashioned sex. They took turns both ways, just to make it fair, but Sam had no illusions as to who wore the pants in their relationship. And that was fine — he was happy to be manhandled by G and to be the more emotionally vulnerable of the two, because G would sometimes open up and allow himself to be vulnerable as well. And he would occasionally reaffirm his appreciation for Sam by saying the sweetest things.

Sam was asleep when G woke up, refreshed and ready for another round; however, hearing his partner's light snoring, he slipped out of the bed with cat-like stealth to go up onto the deck. He finished his flat beer, contemplating the lights of the harbor, and went back down after a while to crawl into his partner's arms. The boat rocked gently on the waves, lulling G like a cradle he might have slept in as an infant.

When Sam awoke in the morning, he was surprised to find something on his ring finger. He rubbed his eyes open and, squinting, saw that it was a twisty-tie with a Heineken beer bottle cap attached.

"What's this?" he demanded of G, who walked into the cabin just then, already showered and dressed.

"Your wedding ring. It's only a temporary permit, but we'll get a real one when we go to Vegas," G deadpanned.

"You're gonna marry me?" Sam couldn't help asking, just to be sure.

G leaned over him to plant a kiss on his partly-opened lips.

"Of course I am! After all, who else is gonna expose himself to machine-gun fire for me?" G countered.

Sam smiled, his eyes lighting up with happiness. "You're right. I'm the only one crazy enough to be your partner."

"Exactly," he grinned. Even when Sam pulled him down and started stripping his clothes off again, he couldn't wipe that grin off of his face.

A/N: Hope you liked this silly little drabble! I didn't write the steamy smexxxy scene in this chapter, but since enough people asked for it, I'm adding it as chapter 2. Enjoy! ^_^