A/N And I'm BACK! Woohoo! Alright. So, my trip was fun, but I was dying to get back, just so I could update. Because hot DAMN the good stuff's finally here! 'Honeymoon sexcapades' ringing any bells? That's right. I FINALLY WROTE IT. *awkward llama happy dance* Bear in mind that I don't want to have to raise the rating of this fic, and I'm not too comfortable with writing about people getting laid in extreme detail; so the descriptions won't be terribly vivid. If you have sensitive eyes, I don't think it should offend you TOO much. But hey, this is slash. If you made it this far, you have GOT to know what to expect. Anyhoo. On to the story. Enjoy! :) ~Sammy


Every touch burns my skin

I wake up to warmth.

My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the smooth touch of hands running down my chest, the soft quick breaths panting away at my neck, the gentle rocking of bedposts and the rustle of the sheets beneath me, and the fullness of my-

Wait.

What.

Grunts and gasps and profanities spill forth in a too deep voice.

There's an icy heat burning its way through a place that should not be burning, it's pain and pleasure and freaking ecstasy but what the heck.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Agony.

Paradise.

I open my eyes.

Well, shit.


A/N What do you think? Was my attempt at smut satisfactory? Yay? Nay? Don't worry if it wasn't enough to sate your pervy little minds. There's more to come. Promise. Just, don't forget that I also have a plot to carry forward, even through all the hot steamy married people sex. Anyway, let me know what you thought in a review! :) ~Sammy