Trevor awoke feeling very, very happy. He looked to his right and saw Olivis sleeping, wearing nothing but his formerly pressed and pristine white shirt. It now had a lot of creases in it but he didn't care. She looked so beautiful, hair resting in tangles on the white cotton pillow, the windows open, letting in a warm breeze over the room. Dragging his eyes away from her he looked outside. Blue sky and sunshine. A perfect day. Actually no, he corrected himself. Yesterday had been a perfect day. That was the day he'd married the love of his life. He smiled widely, catching sight of the gold band on her finger, hand curled into a fist.

In his mind he remembered how stunning Olivia looked in her wedding dress. Her dress had been beautiful, a cream column dress that swept the floor, beaded bodice with one strap. It had sculpted to her figure beautifully but the smile on her face as she walked up the aisle had been the best vision he could have imagined. She'd been so happy to marry him and he felt so lucky.

Trevor could not wait Sixteen days off for their honeymoon. Neither of them were going to be called in, even if New York was self combusting. Pure bliss. They were starting in Egypt, then going to Greece and then Italy before flying back to New York. He had it all planned, including lazy days in bed. Ideally he'd have liked to have a honeymoon of two of three months, taking in Paris, Prague and Vienna as well, but not when they both work with criminals. Maybe when they were retired it would be a nice idea.

But for the moment he was extremely happy to watch her sleeping. The shirt she wore had been the one he'd got married in yesterday. It was probably the only thing he'd ever seen her in which was a lighter colour than her skin. He didn't want to wake her, but on the other hand his desire for her was growing, just looking at her. Reaching to the bedside table he grabbed his watch. She'd had nine hours sleep. Maybe he wouldn't feel too guilty waking her? After a few more minutes deliberation he couldn't help it. He leaned over her sleeping form and kissed her gently. His hand found the curve of her breast and she moaned quietly as consciousness returned.

"Mm," she murmured, her leg sliding between his. "Good morning."

"Morning Mrs Langan," he said. She smiled widely as her eyes opened.

"I like that. Mrs Langan."

"Mm," he said, his fingers finding her wedding ring. "I like it too." They kissed again, her hand reaching between his legs, feeling the hardness there. She stroked him just where she knew he liked and he closed his eyes, shuddering.

"We should close the windows," she said, knowing where this was heading.

"No," he said firmly. "I want to make love to you while the breeze blows over our naked writhing bodies."

"But people will hear," she said.

"Let them," he said indifferently "There is nothing indecent about me having sex with my wife. And I don't care if the whole world knows it."

She shivered with desire, but didn't argue. "God, I love you."

"I know," he said. "It's nice to hear all the same." She rolled on top of him and grabbed his shirt, ridding herself of it very quickly. As was their habit, nether of them slept with anything on, except when Olivia slipped Trevor's shirt over her body. So it didn't take much for them to both be bare against each others skin. Trevor pushed the sheet down her body so at gathered around her knees. It was too hot to be worried about the cold and she looked stunning without a stitch on. "Did I tell you how beautiful you looked in your wedding dress?"

"You did," she said. She leaned close to him and licked his earlobe for a moment. "But it never hurts to hear it again," she whispered. He kept his hands on her waist as she moved, planting gentle kisses all over his shoulders. When she got a little lower she sucked his nipples hard. Trevor closed his eyes. He loved watching her, but the sensations of her lips and tongue on his naked chest was sending thrills through him. She could tell, feeling his erection against her stomach. But she didn't speed up, taking her time, moving down his stomach and lower. Making sure her breasts rubbed against him and he groaned. She smirked, taking her time, making her lips go across his upper thighs before moving to her goal. Taking the tip of him into her mouth Trevor resisted the urge to thrust into her. His hand slid against the back of her neck as he concentrated on the feeling of her warm wet mouth on him.

Olivia felt a little surge of satisfaction, being able to do this for him. She couldn't take all of him in her mouth, so her hands started touching him as well, with a feather light touch. It took only a few minutes and he could feel a climax approaching. He gently pulled on her ears and she backed away, smiling. They shared an unspoken language between their two bodies, as they'd been together so long.

He pushed on her shoulder slightly and she rolled onto her back, hooking her legs around his waist, almost out of instinct. He pushed inside her and she groaned loudly, her body tilting up to his. He tweaked her nipples hard and she cried out before he swallowed her moans with his mouth on hers. His right hand entwined with her left and he felt the gold band under his fingertips. He had this woman for the rest of his life.

He moved inside her slowly at first, whenever he stilled he kissed her. "I like this," she breathed.

"Hmm?"

"When we have nowhere to be and nothing to do, and you take your time. We make love so slowly, and you feel so good inside me. I like this."

"You're speaking in full sentences," he said quietly. "That's never a good sign."

She chuckled. "So all you want a woman in bed to say is "yes!" or "Oh Trevor!" is it?"

"Well, it wouldn't exactly hurt my ego," he said, a shy smile on his face.

"Your ego needs no help from me," she said truthfully. "You know perfectly well how much I enjoy sex with you." She moved and licked his ear slowly. "More than any other man I've had," she whispered seductively. Her tongue toyed with his earlobe for a minute before he thrust into her hard, making her breath come out in a sharp hiss.

"Okay?"

"Don't stop," she begged.

He chuckled and sucked her bottom lip. He let it go gently. "If you insist." There was a dark tone to his voice that she didn't quite understand. Half an hour later, she did. He was moving inside her so slowly, building her up so gradually that she was almost sobbing with desperation. How on earth could he still be going?

"Please Trevor, please," she moaned, nearly in tears from the teasing when she needed more of his touch, more of him to climax. Sweat was dripping down his face with the effort of not plunging into her deeply. "Now!"

He abandoned caution, and did what she asked, going deep and hard. She let out a high pitched shout as she came and Trevor felt his own release following hers. He bit down on his bottom lip hard so he wouldn't cry out and then rested his damp forehead against hers. Olivia opened here eyes, blinking blearily as his face came into focus.

"That's one way to celebrate a marriage," she said. He laughed slightly, breath coming in gasps. He pulled her hips close and she moaned quietly. He didn't want to leave her just yet, and the stimulation on her already sensitive flesh made her cry out.

"Are you regretting it?" he asked suddenly.

"Regretting what?"

"Marrying me." He couldn't quite believe this beautiful intelligent creature wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, an old and broken spook. Her hands went to his shoulders, pushing him away. He lay down with a sigh and she straddled him quickly. He smiled and stroked her hair.

"I will never, ever regret marrying you," she said. "And certainly not only twenty four hours after our wedding." She leaned over him and kissed him. Then he reached for the phone. "What are you doing?"

"Calling room service," he said. "I want breakfast, and I am not leaving this hotel room until I've had you at least three times."

"The pyramids…"

"Will still be there tomorrow." She smiled and covered her body with a sheet. If room service were bringing up breakfast, she didn't want to give anyone a show but Trevor.

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