"You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have."
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Her toes dug into the white sand as she opened her book, leaning back against the soft cushion of the chair. Derek had gone for a run while she decided to spend the morning on the beach. It was their first full day in Fiji, having got to their resort in the evening yesterday after their 16 hour flight.
"Mrs Morgan?"
Emily flipped her book open onto the fifth chapter, her sunglasses sliding down.
"Mrs. Morgan?"
Finally it hit and Emily looked up with a grin on her face. "Oh, sorry." She looked at the worker expectantly. She handed her a note and a mimosa. "Your husband asked me to deliver this to you and he left you this note."
A grin appeared on Emily's face and she took the drink and the note. "Thank you." Placing the drink on the small table beside her she opened the note. Derek's block lettering was scrawled on the resort letterhead.
Princess,
We have a couples massage booked at 11, then lunch on our terrace.
See you soon. 3 3 3 Love you. D.
Checking her phone, Emily smiled and opened her book back up. 90 minutes before she had to head back to their room. She put her sunglasses back on and went back to her book enjoying the sea and the silence. When it was finally time to head back to the room, she gathered her things and walked back up the private beach. They had booked a private cabin with their own private pool and hot tub that overlooked the ocean. Taking the steps two by two, she came in the backdoor, finding the massage therapists there along with Derek.
"Hey Princess." He closed the space between them and gave her a soft kiss, tasting a bit like sunscreen and ocean
.
The kiss was returned, soft but chaste, her pale skin blushing. She brushed her hair off her face and gave the massage therapists a smile before looking back at Derek. "Whenever you're ready. It's just a relaxation massage."
"We'll leave the room and you two can get ready, just take off your clothes and lie under the sheet." The female therapist said as they stepped out of the room. Emily glanced at Derek and shrugged as she stripped off her clothes and tossed them in the corner. Derek did the same and they both slid under the sheet.
It had been forever since either of them had actually gotten a massage. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it, or didn't have the insurance, but they never had the time.
She was apparently more tense than she had assumed and the hour flew by. Emily stayed on the table before gingerly getting up and grabbing one of the robes and waiting for Derek to do the same. The therapists cleared their tables and left the couples alone.
"This was a great idea." Emily said, her voice tired and heavy.
Derek nodded, pulling Emily onto his lap. "It really was." He pressed her lips against her shoulder. "I ordered us lunch, it should be arriving in a few minutes. I ordered some local specialties."
The table on the covered deck was set and different meals arrived and they headed out, still dressed in their robes.
"I never want to leave." Emily said softly, taking a bite of the food followed by a sip of the white wine.
"Is it the beach?" Derek asked as he took a bite of his own meal. "The ocean?"
Shrugging, Emily took a sip of the wine and gently put the glass down. "No, it's being here with you. Not worrying about the next case. Being your wife."
Those words were still so new to her, wife. Mrs. Derek Morgan. "You know when you sent me the drink, the poor worker called Mrs. Morgan a few times before I remembered that it was me now," Emily's cheeks flushed a soft pink.
His laughter fell quickly from his lips and he sipped his beer. "You are Mrs. Morgan now, well at least here." Derek said reaching over and kissing the palm of her hand. "But even at work, you're still my wife."
Their eyes met across the table, his gaze loaded and hungry. The food was quickly finished and the dishes put on the tray and left out in the hallway. His large had encircled her small wrist as he shut and locked the door behind him. His strong body pressed against hers, backing her into the wall. Their lips met strongly, their lips and tongues clashing. Hands slid under clothing, before they all landed on the floor.
They laid in bed together, her body tucked into his, his arm protectively around her. "You're amazing." He whispered, his voice low and gravely.
"So are you." Her lips kissed his dark skin, the remnants of their sweat on his body. "If someone had told you five years ago that we would be married, what would you have said?" The question hung pregnant and loaded in the air.
"Five years ago? You were new to the team and I would've laughed at them. Not because you weren't amazingly gorgeous and smart and talented and everything else...but because I was still so sure that you wouldn't have given me the time of day." Derek admitted his fingertips running over her pale skin. "What about you, Princess? What would you have said had someone suggested that me and you would be married?"
Emily's laughter filled the room, soft and gentle. "Derek Morgan settling down?" She asked, eyebrows arching. "I would've laughed until I was sick at just the idea of you being a married man. Not even considering being married to me." Her fingers intertwined with his. "The ring looks good on you." She commented, her finger running over the band on his finger.
"The ring looks good on you too." Derek hummed softly and brushed his lips over her ring. They laid in silence, her head on his chest listening to the steady and strong beat of his heart. After a while she felt the rumble of his chest before she heard him speak. "Did you get a chance to look at the different excursions? Anything that caught your eye?"
Emily raked her short nails over his chest, lifting her head up to look him in the eye. "Snorkeling. Other than that I don't care. What about you, husband?" She shifted and sat up so she was straddling him, the sheet draped loosely around her body.
"Ziplining in the jungle." He said, his hands resting on her hips.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Emily leaned down and pressed a kiss on his lips. "Let's book both and the rest of the time we can spend on our private beach, or in our private pool and hot tub…"
Derek laughed, pecking her lips in rapid succession. "Sounds like a plan to me. And order all the food we could ever want."
Her dark eyes twinkled as she leaned her head back and laughed, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, a blanket of night against her pale skin. "You know what a private pool means?"
Eyebrows arched and he met her gaze in a silent question.
"Skinny dipping."
He gasped, his hand moving from her hip to his mouth. "Well, Mrs. Derek Morgan!" He said, shock thick and fake in his voice. "You are going to scar my innocent mind!"
Laughing, Emily twisted her hair up on the top of her head and rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, because I'm the one in this relationship that is the corrupting force." She said shaking her head and getting off of him, wrapping the sheet around her body.
His eyes followed her as she walked into their kitchenette and grabbed two bottles of water, tossing one on the bed next to him. "Yes Princess, you're the one that is corrupting my innocent mind."
"Mmm hmm." She dropped back on the bed and laid her head on his thigh, her dark eyes looking up at him.
"You're beautiful." He whispered, leaning down, his lips brushing over her forehead.
Her eyelashes fluttered falling closed, her lips curled in a smile. Hands reaching up, fingers tugging him downward for another kiss. "Thank you for loving me."
Those words stung and his eyes shot open. "Emily Pr-Morgan. I will love you until the end of the world. I will follow you to the end of earth." He whispered. With strong gentle hands he lifted her and pulled her onto his lap. "There is no need to thank me, Princess. You are my whole world."
A tear rolled down her cheek that she tried to brush away without him seeing. His jaw clenched, wanting to hurt everyone who told her that she wasn't good enough, not worthy enough for love. "I will spend every day for the rest of my life showing you how much I love you." He said honestly. "How much you are worthy of love. How you are worth everything that the world gives you. How you are worth the happiness that we're feeling right now."
"Derek…"
"Don't. For once in your life woman, trust me. Trust me with your heart." Derek kissed her neck softly. "You are a wonderful beautiful amazing smart woman. Whoever told you otherwise is an idiot. You, Emily Morgan, are the sun that my life revolves around."
"I trust you Derek." Emily whispered. "With my heart, with my soul, my life." She turned and gave him a wet smile. "I hate you for making me cry on our honeymoon, you know that?"
He laughed, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Okay, Princess. No more of this. Let's put our pool to good use." He said lifting her up off her lap and slapping her ass softly.
The sheet dropped and she swayed her hips as she sauntered out to their deck. "Next time spank me harder, husband."
Leaning back, Derek swallowed hard and stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. "You, Emily Morgan, are going to be the death of me." He muttered.
She shot him a glance, her eyes dancing and mischievous. "But you'd die a happy man."
Sitting up, Derek ran his hands over his face and grabbed two towels from the washroom before heading back out to their pool. Emily was already in, floating and watching him.
"You are an incredible woman." He said, jumping into the water and emerging beside her. "I wonder how I got so lucky."
Emily grinned and captured his face in her hands, kissing him deeply, her legs wrapping around him. "Don't steal my line." She whispered against his lips. "But I can steal your line. You were born and you deserve everything in your life."
Derek hummed softly and returned her kiss. "So do you, Princess. So do you."
Her arms looped around his neck as they floated in the water, their lips meeting softly. She leaned her head back, her hair dangling in the water, her laughter filling his ears and heart and soul.