Ok, I was leaning more towards this being a one-shot fic, but after interest and requests for more, I've decided to add another chapter.

So thanks to Huxon270906, Desperate4Reba, ChristinaCharisma and Palmer4President for all your lovely comments – this chapter is for you guys and I hope you like it!

Please let me know what you think, whether I should carry it on etc.

Luv Stacy x x x

Chapter 2

"Sam?" Donna asked. He felt her warm breath on his chest as she spoke into his shirt. They were still stood on the beach, wrapped in a tight embrace, Sam resting his chin on Donna's head while she leant into his muscular chest and locked her arms around his back.

"Mmm", Sam replied.

"What was Lorraine like?" Donna tilted her head upwards a bit to try and get a look at his face. Sam hadn't been expecting the question and took a step back in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Donna gestured to the sky with her right hand, "What was she like? Was she funny? Smart?" She hesitated a beat, "Beautiful?"

Sam closed the gap between them once again and grasped the side of her face, "Donna, you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world."

While Donna was no fool and realised he was exaggerating just a tad, she wasn't exactly in her first flush of youth anymore, she loved him for being so sweet and gave him a soft, lingering kiss to let him know she appreciated the attention.

"Flattery'll get you nowhere you know?" she teased after they had pulled apart. Their faces were inches apart and they were both grinning.

"Really?" Sam asked, pursing his lips and looking towards the heavens, "That's a shame. Guess we'll have to try plan B then won't we?"

"And what's plan B?"

"It's probably best if I just show you", Sam told her, before grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her back towards the ocean.

"You realise since we got married you've done nothing but push me around" Donna remarked, as they got closer to the water's edge.

Sam turned around briefly to look at her and grace her with those of those trademark lopsided grins of his, "Don't worry I'm sure all that'll change once we settle into married life." Donna took a sharp intake of breath at the little dig, before tightening her grip on his hand to keep him within reach and slapping him not so gently on his other arm, "Hey!"

Sam burst out laughing and saw Donna getting ready for a second assault. He managed duck and wriggle out from her grasp before she could make contact and set off running towards the sea away from his angry new wife.

"Oh, you think it's funny do you?" Donna called after him, before giving chase. "Just you wait till I catch you Samuel Carmichael. You'll be sorry." She still had the turquoise dress on that she had had on for the reception earlier and had to lift the skirt up to her thighs to allow her to run at any pace. Of course, running on sand is a slow process anyway although Donna seemed to be gaining some ground on Sam, probably because his black leather shoes were sinking further into the sand than her bare feet (she had removed her shoes much earlier in the day when the heels has started to make her feet ache and hadn't bothered with sandals or pumps to come down to the dock, thinking she would only be there a few minutes at the most). Running down the beach after this man whom she loved so much, she felt like a little school girl playing kiss-chase in the playground, although she imagined her thoughts of what she would do when she caught up with him were a little more grown up than a fleeting peck on the cheek.

Sam could feel more and more sand creeping into his shoes as he continued to try and put some distance between him and Donna, who for some reason seemed to be closing in fast behind him. He felt a little thrill when she eventually did catch up to him a few moments later, her touch setting off little sparks of electricity on his skin and in his heart. They were at the water's edge now and Sam could feel the waves rolling over his shoes and water rushing in to make his feet not only wet but heavy when it combined with the sand already there.

Donna was grabbing at him trying to tickle him while he squirmed and wriggled to get free. Twisting out of her reach, he made off along the beach trying to take off his shoes as he ran, not having much luck, tripping over a lace and rolling along the wet sand several times before coming to a standstill on his back. He looked back down the beach to see Donna bent over in fits of laughter. He lurched up into a sitting position with a few giggles of his own, feeling his backside sink a little in the wet sand and the water soak through his trousers. He removed his socks and shoes with a little more ease this time and threw them further back onto the drier part of the beach where the tide didn't reach.

Donna thought she was going to pass out from laughing so hard. She saw Sam get to his feet and head in her direction. He got closer and closer until a few feet away he drew his leg back and kicked at the water he was standing in, causing a spray of cold water to drench Donna. It was enough of a shock to her system to stop her hysteric laughter. At least for a few seconds while she bent down and used both her hands to return the gesture. Water was flying everywhere within a matter of seconds and they spent ages fooling around in the waves.

They eventually got out of the water what seemed like hours later and Donna shivered as the cool night breeze blew steadily against her wet dress and hair. Sam had no jacket to offer her (he had left that at the party and so wrapped one arm around her back and the other around her front to offer as much body warmth as possible, which probably wasn't much seen as he was just as wet as she was.

"Come this way", Donna told him leading him back up the beach but around a rock formation to the left of where they could see the hotel, "I want to show you something."

"Now who's leading who?" Sam asked, following Donna around the large boulder rocks to a sort of oval-shape clearing in the middle of the massive rocks.

"Do you remember this place?" Donna asked, letting go of Sam's hand and moving towards the back of the clearing. He watched as she climbed onto a smaller rock, reached up into a crevice where two rocks had fallen against each other and left a gap between the two bottoms, and pulled out a brightly coloured towel.

Sam was a little stunned for a moment as he memories came flooding back to him. "This was where we . . . our first time . . . twenty odd years ago . . . we spent the day on the beach . . ." He was talking in broken up sentences and Donna smiled as she jumped down from her rock.