**Note: There's not much story development in this chapter ... it's just our favorite couples indulging in some loving.

Stepping off the beach and entering the lush tropical forest, they walked for a while and finally came upon the hidden lagoon. Rogue gasped at the gorgeous picture postcard sight before her. The most beautiful waterfall she'd ever seen dominated the far end of the lagoon. Curtains of water cascaded down over the rocks, spilling into a pool with water so clear she could see right to the bottom.

"Oh, Logan, it's breathtaking. Isn't it just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" she gasped, as she twisted her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck.

"No. You are, but it's a close second," Logan replied, kissing her shoulder, as he unknotted her pareo, took it off and let if float to the ground.

He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. Rogue turned around, stepped into his open arms and they melted into a heated kiss. He then picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and waded into the crystal water. With her right arm slung around his neck, she ran the fingers of her left hand through his thick hair and pressed soft kisses to his cheek, as he took them into waist deep water. Kissing a path over to his mouth, they merged into another searing kiss. When they finally broke apart to catch their breath, Logan gave Rogue one of his patented mischievous grins.

"Did I mention this was a clothing-free lagoon?" he said, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"Hmmm, guess we're a little overdressed then."

Logan reached up and undid the ties of her bikini top. Pulling it off, he tossed it aside, letting out a small growl at the sight of her exquisite bare breasts. Unable to resist the temptation, he cupped one and leaned down to lick the nipple, delighted as it pebbled under his tongue. Despite the cool water, he felt himself harden as he continued plying her breasts with delicate presses of his mouth. Rogue tipped her head back and with her hands gripping his shoulders, arched into him, causing her mound to come into contact with the tip of his erection. Logan shifted her in his arms and slid her down a little further until she was more in direct contact with his cock. She then moved enough to create a rubbing action, as she dragged her body over his hardness, her breasts caressing his well-defined torso. Logan leaned down to capture her succulent mouth once again, as she clung to him with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, while his hands moved to cup her firm bottom. He rocked her into him as they kissed each other senseless, drowning figuratively, if not literally. He swam them over to the waterfall, climbed up onto the rocks with her still in his arms and walked through one of the veils of falling water, soaking them both.

Then he deposited her onto the large flat rock just in front of the falls, laying her down gently in the process. The water hitting the rock at one end, caused drops to splash onto Rogue's prone body. Logan immediately began feathering her with kisses from lips that felt sizzling hot against her water-cooled skin. He licked at the water that was running in little rivers across her body, sucking out the drops of water that had pooled in her navel. Placing his fingertips into the band of the bikini bottom, he slowly slid it off and threw it onto a nearby rock. He lifted her foot and kissed her ankle, moving his mouth up onto her calf, then brushing over her knee and continuing to blaze a trail up to her thigh. Brushing his face over the curls at the juncture of her legs, he proceeded to kiss down the other leg, ending with a kiss to the sole of her foot.

Rogue propped herself up on her elbows, looked over at Logan sitting in front of her and fixed him with a mock angry look.

"Hey, no fair. I'm naked and you still have your shorts on."

"Well, guess I need to even things out, don't I?" Logan replied, as he lifted his hips off the rock, pulled his shorts off in one tug and tossed them over his shoulder. "Better?" he asked, as he reclined back onto the smooth surface.

Rogue looked at the evidence of Logan's arousal now on display and smiled wantonly.

"Much," she replied, as she sat up and reached out to stroke it.

As the water behind them sprayed them with a fine mist, Logan leaned back on his hands as Rogue's mouth replaced her hand in caressing the thick shaft. She ran her tongue lightly over the surface, swirling it around the head before closing her mouth around him and sucking gently. He was tempted to thrust up into her mouth, but wanting the sensation to last, he let her set the rhythm. She licked and sucked at him until he thought he'd explode. When she took him all the way into her mouth, he finally gave up his hanging-by-a-thread control and spilled himself down the back of her throat in a gush of hot liquid. Straightening up, she smacked her lips and grinned at him wickedly, as he looked back at her with glazed eyes.

"Oh damn, that felt good," he finally managed to say.

"Well, that was the general idea," she replied with a laugh.

"And now to return the favor," he told her as he slipped off the rock, back into the water and onto a ledge that was just below the surface.

Standing up, he pulled her to the edge of the rock, placed her legs over his shoulders and sunk his mouth onto her. He brushed his tongue over her, alternating between long sweeping strokes and quick tickling swipes. She wiggled against the assault, bucking against him as her orgasm neared. When he thought he'd tortured her enough, he pressed his tongue firmly against her clit, finally sending her over the edge. Then it was her turn to be lying there panting and with glazed eyes.

"Oh God, Logan," she moaned.

"How about we go for the next one together?" he asked seductively, as he climbed back onto the rock and moved over her.

Rogue reached up and dragged his head down for a kiss. "You don't have to ask me twice, sugar."

They resumed foreplay, touching and kissing each other, before he maneuvered to enter her. As their bodies joined, Logan shifted them slightly along the slick rock until they were almost directly under the falling water, creating a sensation of being in the world's largest shower. They rocked together in perfect harmony with one another as the water rained down on them. As they peaked simultaneously, Logan slid them off the rock and into the water, stepping off the ledge in front of the rock and into deeper water. They floated to the bottom of the lagoon still joined and then resurfaced, still locked together as one.

"Oh, Logan, that was amazing," Rogue said breathlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist and interlocked at the ankles.

He swam them over to a part of the lagoon where he could touch the bottom with his feet. Standing up in the waist-deep water and still buried inside of her, he began thrusting up into her. She writhed in his arms, her perfect breasts bouncing enticingly, as water droplets fell off of her nipples. Soon another orgasm ripped through each of them, leaving them both gasping for air. Finally pulling out of her, Logan walked them out of the water and gently deposited Rogue on the grassy bank, collapsing beside her. She rolled over onto her side and snuggled against him, her face nuzzling his neck. He wrapped his arms around her protectively as they entwined their legs and pressed their bodies together tightly.

"Thank you, Logan. For being so wonderful to me," she told him, as she caressed his cheek.

"Remember what I told you that night on the train?"

"That you'd take care of me."

"And I meant it," he said, brushing wet tendrils of hair off of her face, "I love you, Marie. I have ever since you sassed me in my truck that first night."

"I love you too, Logan," she replied, as she leaned in for a kiss.

They spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between making love on the bank of the lagoon and under the waterfall.

Meanwhile, back at the beach house:

Kitty took the ingredients for the salad out of the refrigerator and began assembling their lunch. Scott washed the lettuce, tore it into bite-size pieces and put the whole pile in a large glass bowl. She was busy peeling the cucumber, while he cut up the tomato.

"Diced or wedges?" he asked, referring to the tomatoes.

"Wedges or they turn to mush," she replied.

Kitty popped a slice of cucumber into Scott's mouth.

"Mmmm, good."

Once the tomatoes and cucumber had been added to the bowl, Kitty turned her attention to peeling some carrots. Scott smiled. There was something so blissful about performing simple domestic tasks together. Even though they had professional chefs at the mansion, they still cooked breakfast together every morning. It was their special time and they reveled in it – needed it.

With adoring eyes, Scott watched Kitty chopping up the carrots, dressed only in her bikini and the short pareo she'd wrapped around her as they came in from the beach. Edging in closer behind her and wrapping one arm around her waist, he reached up, brushed her hair aside and nibbled playfully on her neck. The hand splayed across her stomach started rubbing in slow, concentric circles while his other hand now ran up her smooth thigh, under the pareo, until it reached her rounded little bottom and slipped under the fabric. He massaged her sweet little ass for several minutes before sliding his hand around to the front, as his other hand traveled up from her stomach to cup her breast.

As his fingers combed through the soft hair under the bikini bottom, the fingers caressing her breast grazed the nipple through the fabric. Kitty whimpered and leaned back against his chest, her legs becoming shaky as he continued his tickling attentions. She turned her head to look up at him and he latched onto her delicate mouth with his own. His fingers in her bikini bottom moved lower and she moaned into his mouth as they sunk into her. With his other hand, he managed to undo the top of the bikini and slip it off, giving him unobstructed access to her pert breasts. Kitty's hands gripped the counter as the fingers exploring between her legs expertly found the little 'button' that guaranteed her pleasure. She pressed into him more, as she ran her hands up and down his thighs and undulated her hips, which had a caressing effect on his erection.

Soon Kitty cried out his name and bucked against him hard as the orgasm ripped through her. Removing his fingers, Scott used both hands to pull the bikini bottom off, leaving her wearing just the pareo. Picking her up, he turned around to deposit her on the countertop of the large island behind them. Sitting her on the edge, he spread her legs and placed his body between them. Kitty slid her fingers through his hair and pulled his head toward her, latching onto his mouth in a heated kiss. She then massaged his head with her hands, as his hands played lightly over her body.

Continuing to kiss ravenously, he gently lowered her down onto the cool surface of the marble countertop. As his hands moved down to unknot the pareo, he broke the kiss to look down at her so that he could see what the parted fabric revealed. The golden tanned skin displayed before him made him let out a sigh. Just then he noticed a jar of honey and it gave him a delicious idea. He popped open the flip top and squeezed a small amount of the sweet substance directly onto one of Kitty's nipples. Bending his head down, he dipped his tongue into the amber liquid and then sucked her nipple into his mouth. He repeated the same thing with the other nipple, eliciting soft whimpers from her. When he brought his mouth up to kiss her again, he still had traces of honey on his lips, which she hungrily licked off. Next, he dribbled ribbons of honey onto her stomach. He leaned down, and dragging his tongue through the sticky little rivers, licked it off with slow teasing strokes. When her tummy had been licked clean, he continued pressing kisses to it, dipping his tongue into her cute little navel, making her giggle. His mouth continued a trail of feathery kisses straight down until he reached the place his fingers had just been. He squeezed a small glob of honey onto his fingers then smeared it where he was about to put his mouth. Then Kitty took his hand and sucked the remnants of the honey from his fingers. At first Scott teased her with just the tip of his tongue, driving her crazy with desire and begging for more. Finally changing to long sweeping strokes, he brought her to climax once again.

Not giving her time to recover, he slipped out of his shorts, climbed onto the counter, spread her legs and sunk into her in one smooth thrust. She wrapped her legs around his hips and raised her own in order for him to achieve deeper penetration. He raised her arms above her head and captured both wrists in one hand, while his other hand cupped her bottom. Inundating her neck with supple kisses, he thrust into her in a steady rhythm as she writhed beneath him, moaning and whimpering. Letting go of her wrists he sunk his hands into her silky hair, as hers ran up and down his back, raking his bronzed skin with her nails. Kitty's third orgasm hit her with the intensity of being slammed by a freight train and she screamed out his name. Scott lost the fragile grip on his own control, emptied himself into her moments later and collapsed against her, completely shattered.

He slid off the island and ignoring the bowl of salad over on the other counter, he slung her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to their suite, where they spent the rest of the afternoon making love.