1571 Words this chapter. Note this is slightly adult. It's not too bad, mostly suggested. All research was taken from the web. I've never been to Fiji.
Chapter Fifty Two: Paradise
Jess giggled. She sat in an open air car, beside her sat a handsome, kind man who was all hers.
"A whole island! We're staying on an entire island?"
Becker laughed. "Yep, one of only fourteen couples too." She squealed. "We're in our own villa, or bure. No one else around us."
She giggled and fell into his lap. "I can't wait."
He smiled and bent down to kiss her. "Me either."
Their driver continued along the Island roads along lush tropical plants and huge palm trees. Birds tweeted in the air. It was a beautiful day, just the right temperature, warm but not hot.
"Oh, we should have brushed up on the language though. I'm going to want to venture out. Shopping, you know."
Becker chuckled. "We will eventually, but not for at least 3 days," he whispered with a smirk, "but I don't think language will be a problem. They speak English here, officially."
"Ooh, that will make things much easier."
"Not that we'll be meeting another living soul for a while."
She laughed and kissed him. "Well, we will have to venture out for food."
"All I need is you," he said, making her giggle and kiss him more.
Finally they arrived. The building was rather large and round. It looked modern, with fresh brown paint, large clear windows, and black columns that matched the roof. There was a long gray stone path leading to the villa, lined with delicate pink and yellow flowers.
They walked into their new home for the next two weeks. Jess gasped. She walked into a large, circular room. Light brown wood panels covered the floor, walls, and ceiling. The living area was framed on two sides with large wall-length windows covered by light tan shades. The living room was broken up by a layer of stairs that went to the open bedroom area.
It was a homey residence with a light, airy feel. The living room was filled with two light yellow couches, a wood and glass table, a desk with a computer, a large bookcase filled with books, several large ceiling fans, large potted palm trees, and a large green palm print rug covering the floor.
"It's lovely!" cried Jess.
Becker nodded. "It is." He winced as several men carried in Jess' many luggage bags "Sorry, she likes her clothes."
"They aren't all mine, Becker!" She quickly shook her head. "I mean, Hilary. Boy, that's going to take a while to get used to."
He chuckled. "Right. She is correct about the bags," he said to one of the men. "I had one luggage, she had four."
The two dark-skinned men laughed. "It was our pleasure, Ma'am."
She smiled, glaring lightly at Becker. "Thank you."
One of them, his name was Hernon, nodded. "Be sure to check out the informative brochures located in the top drawer of the desk. There's lots of information about the resort's facilities, as well as information on the surrounding Islands."
"Great," said Becker.
"You also may want to venture into the kitchen," Hernon said. "You'll find a few special surprises."
"Ooh!" said Jess. "Where?" she asked, looking around the large circle.
Hernon laughed. "Past the bedroom area," he said. "See that door?"
Jess nodded, ran to the door, opened it and disappeared. They heard a large squeal a few seconds later.
"I guess she found it."
Hernon laughed. "Yes."
"Thank you for everything," said the groom. He offered them a tip.
"No thank you, sir. It's included in your final bill."
"Really? Too bad for you guys I guess, no over-tipping."
They laughed, politely nodded, and left.
"Becker! Dang...Hilary!"
He chuckled, moving toward the kitchen door.
Something, or someone ran into him. "Oof!"
He smirked. "Ooh, room service bride. I love it." He scooped the giggling bundle into his arms and kissed her. "Mmm, you found chocolate."
"I did! It's to die for!" she cried. She pulled him into the small kitchen. Like the main room it was light-filled and airy. It didn't have the wood panels, but was framed with bright, yellow walls, and a soft pale green floor.
The counters were darker green, filled with a few appliances: a coffee maker, microwave, dishwasher, toaster, and of course a stove and refrigerator. In front of a wall of windows sat a small white acrylic square table and four matching chairs.
On the table were a basket of fresh produce and a large box that had been ripped into. Becker could see the opened chocolates, several bottles of wine, some crackers, nuts, jams and spreads, bread, and coffee.
"Nice," said Becker.
Jess nodded, stuffing two more chocolates into her mouth.
"I do think the wine should be chilled, however," said Becker. He picked the bottles up and carried them to the fridge. "Ooh. Uh, Jess, you should come here."
"What?" She looked over his shoulder into the fridge and squealed again.
He chuckled. "I love this place."
"So do I!" She pushed him out of the way to look better into the refrigerator. "Champagne, cheese, sausages, fish, oysters..."
"Oh, we can use those right now."
"Stop it!" she cried, giggling. "What's in this huge box?" She screamed as she opened it. "Lobsters!"
He laughed. "There's a card, Jess."
"Who can read now? I'm too excited!"
He chuckled and took the card. "It's a phone number."
"For what?"
He smirked. "Ahem," he began to read, "Welcome, newlyweds! We offer our congratulations with this intimate, private feast. Just dial this number when you are ready, and we shall send out an accomplished Chef to cook it for you inside your private kitchen."
"Ooh! I like that."
He nodded. "You must use this box within three days for freshness. You may of course, cook the ingredients yourselves. Congratulations and we look forward to serving you." He turned to her and smiled as she giggled. "There's fine print," he said. He read, "We are not liable for any sickness or harm resulting from failure to use the ingredients within the allotted time."
"That's romantic," joked Jess.
Becker laughed. "Hmm...private lobster dinner, just you and me," he whispered, with a smile.
She nodded, edging closer to him, and kissing him. "Makes me hungry."
He smirked. "Not me, my appetite goes another direction." He slammed the fridge door, scooped her up as she squealed and carried her back to the bedroom.
"But...I want to see what else is in this place!"
"Later," he said, dropping her on the bed.
"What about our private beach!"
He was shrugging off his shirt. "Later," he said, bending down and kissing her neck as he unbuttoned her bright blue shirt.
"Mmm...I guess," she said through pants as he kissed down her flesh, "later...works. Oh, yes, it...definitely works...for me." He then planted a long, passionate kiss on her.
"Let's break in this honeymoon suite in the proper way," he whispered.
She giggled, pushing down his pants. "Yes. Let's," she said, as he was tugging of her skirt.
He smiled and whispered, "Mrs. Becker."
"Hmm. Mr. Becker."
Soon they were naked, stretched across the bed, moaning and breathing hard as they made the bed shake.
"Good...thing," she said, panting, "we're...secluded."
"Definitely," he whispered. He began to breathe heavily. "I intend...to make...you... scream."
"Hilary!"
"Like that," he said with a chuckle.
"Your...your turn," she said, moving her hips.
"Jess!"
"Good boy."
Then they were both screaming, but fortunately, their closest neighbors were birds who didn't seem to mind.
A few hours later, Jess relaxed inside their private hot tub. She hadn't bothered to get dressed. She figured when Becker finally woke up he'd soon have her out of whatever clothes she was wearing anyway.
She laid back and sighed. The hot tub was located on their large patio, just off the kitchen. It had a thatched roof over it, keeping away sun and rain. She could see their private back yard from the tub. It was lush and green, lined with thick trees and bushes, keeping it private. Orange, red, and yellow flowers bloomed all around the edges.
The patio held a glass picnic table and four chairs. The lawn held two lounge chairs and a hammock, which Jess could not wait to use with her hunk. Off the edge of the yard was a little hole, which led to a sandy path and their own beach.
She'd try out the beach later, once they'd had enough of each other. Jess smiled, like that would ever happen.
"Hey, you abandoned me."
She giggled, looking up to see an also-not-clothed Becker walking to her. "Well, I thought I'd let you rest up in peace. I wore you out."
"Hardly, Jessica."
She giggled as he climbed in beside her. "Lovely view, huh?"
"Oh, yeah, it's my favorite."
"Yes, you can't get much lovelier than Fiji."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about the tropical vegetation, sweetheart," he said, leering at her.
She laughed. "You charmer."
"I can't help it if you are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."
"Aw..." she cooed, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him. She then sighed happily. "This is perfect."
"It is," he answered. He pulled her up, onto his lap. "Let's make it even more perfect."
She giggled. "That's what I was thinking," she whispered.
End of Chapter Fifty-Two
