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Chapter Fifty-Three: Food of Love
Late that night, Jess was rummaging through the food gifts from the resort. She smiled as Becker strolled in. He chuckled and said, "Sure was nice of them to supply us with a bit of nutrition so we don't have to leave, huh?"
She giggled. "Champagne, strawberries, and chocolate," she said, "It's all we need."
"Yep. As long as I get an inexhaustible supply of lovely young brunette."
She slipped a strawberry into his mouth. "Hmm. I promise you, it'll be enough for a lifetime."
"Oh, good," he replied, taking her in his arms. "Shall we go try out the hammock?"
"Yes." She jumped into his arms and he carried her outside.
After a workout on the hammock time, Jess laid in his arms, swinging gently. "We still haven't made it to our beach."
"Don't you worry, we will. I promise," he said with a yawn. "I want to see what it feels like to roll around naked in sand."
"Bec...Dang! Hilary!"
He laughed. "I love how you can't remember my unfortunate first name."
"Oh, I'll get the hang of it."
He kissed her nose. "I don't care what you call me as long as it's not some other bloke's name."
She giggled. "Like that would ever, ever happen," she said.
"I know it wouldn't."
She smiled, put her head on his chest and slowly drifted off to sleep. He stroked her hair, yawned, and joined her in slumber.
Jess awoke in bed. "That's funny. We were in the hammock, weren't we Becker?" There was no answer so she rolled over to find she was alone. "Bec...dang it. Hilary!"
She sat up to look around the living area. No groom. She then got up and slipped on one of her new robes, this one a satin white, clingy number with pearls on the bodice and a row of feathers on the bottom.
"Hilary?" Then she smelled coffee and sausage. "Mmm. I love when my man cooks." She skipped into the kitchen and there he was, toiling over the stove top.
He was dressed too, mostly. His top half was bare but he wore a satin green pajama bottom. She bit her lip as she watched his back muscles flex. He was so sexy, from any angle. She tiptoed in, putting her arms around his waist.
"Watch it! I'll burn breakfast!"
She giggled. "I'll risk it. I need you in my arms."
He laughed, turned around and held her. "Oh, I understand."
She smiled and kissed him. "You're cooking?"
"Well, we've been...active...lately."
She laughed. "And there's only so many calories and nutrients in fruit, champagne, and chocolate."
"Hmm. I'm not worried, we can hold out at least another day."
"Only one more day before we have to go out for food? I'm sure we can survive longer than that," she said.
"We'll eventually have to face the world, Jess. Besides, if we don't use the seafood feast by tomorrow, it goes bad."
She sighed. "I suppose we can let one little ole cook in here, for lobster."
"Yeah, we'll let him cook for and serve us, maybe let him clean up, then out the guy goes!"
Jess giggled. "We're mean."
"Nah, we're newlyweds."
She squealed. "I never get tired of hearing that!"
He scooped breakfast onto two plates and put them on a tray, along with two cups and a coffee pot. "Follow me, Wife."
She giggled, giving a salute. "Aye, aye, Hubby."
They then walked out of the kitchen, into the bedroom area, and crawled onto the bed. Becker carefully held the tray until she got comfortable, then arranged the tray between them.
"You have the best ideas," she said, feeding him a piece of toast.
He held the coffee cup as she sipped. "I did marry you, after all," he replied.
She giggled. "I like honeymoon Hilary, he's smooth."
He laughed. "He's a bit tame. He's even starting to like his name, well, when you say it."
She smiled.
"Say it again."
She bit into a piece of sausage then complied. "Hilary. Hilary. Hil..."
He cut her off with a kiss. "I said I was starting to like it."
She giggled.
They finally made it to their private beach. The sand was white and warm to the touch. It was secluded, hidden by trees and large bushes, but they did have a private pier and found some fishing tackle by it.
Jess wrinkled up her nose. "Who wants to ruin a honeymoon by smelling like fish?"
Becker laughed. "Good point. I love to fish, but not this time. Besides, I already caught a haunting mermaid."
"You are so...flirtatious!"
He smirked. "And you love it."
She bit her lip, looked at him and nodded. He took her in his arms and they kissed, hot and heavy. They ended up in the sand, making out. Finally, Jess pulled away. "I'm going to get a sunburn, and in areas that would not be comfortable."
He laughed. "Yeah, you're right. Let's take this inside."
She nodded. She stood up, brushed the sun from her sundress and smiled. Then she yelled, "Race you!" and scampered off.
"Jess," he said, standing still and watching her move far ahead. Then he smirked and took out after her, easily catching her. He swept her into his arms as she squealed and ran with her into their bure/villa.
They spent the afternoon mostly horizontal.
Around dinner time, Jess sighed. "I guess we have to come out into the world."
"Yeah."
"I knew it couldn't last, just you and me forever."
"No," he agreed.
She sighed again. "Yeah, it's come to this. I just ate the last chocolate."
He laughed. "Lobster?"
She nodded. "Lobster." She ran to get the card and grabbed the villa phone.
"Hold it," he said, putting the receiver down. "You need to change."
"What? Why?" She was wearing the same sundress she had on earlier. It was knee-length and very modest.
"I can see too much skin, Jess. Go put on a big fuzzy robe."
"I didn't pack one!"
"No problem, the resort left free ones on the bathroom counter."
"They're too heavy! I'll suffocate."
"It's either that or you be a party to assault, because I promise, I'll put the guy's eyes out!"
"Yuck! Becker, you're being silly! Besides, I wore a shorter skirt when we checked in!"
"Don't remind me! I've been fighting the urge to go to the main hotel and find the guys who checked us in and drove us over!"
"Are you serious?" She stared at him and burst out giggling. "What am I saying, of course you're serious, cause you're insane!"
He just smirked.
"You know, the 'guy' coming to cook could be a woman."
"Good point. Let's both wear fuzzy, too hot to wear robes."
"Hilary, no!" She cried, grabbing the phone back. "I'm calling. I'm not changing. I'm eating lobster, and..."
He raised his eyebrow. "What?"
She kissed him lightly. "Never taking my eyes off you, dummy."
He chuckled. "Fine. Order the chef."
She giggled and dialed the number. "He'll be here in two hours."
"Good."
"Yes," she said. "I want your solemn promise that the Chef will leave this bure in the same condition in which he entered."
He stared at her. "Or..."
"Or...you'll be leaving here much, much sadder than when you entered."
"Hmm. Fine. I won't touch the man."
"Thank you."
"You on the other hand..."
Jess smiled, grabbing his head and pulling him closer. "Oh, you can touch me all you want."
"Good," he said, kissing her breathless. "It's a shame we only have two hours."
She giggled.
End of Chapter Fifty-Three
