Tropical Relaxation
author: Lucinda
Series: Something in Red #8
rating: pg 13
disclaimer: not mine. Nobody from Marvel is mine.
distribution: please ask first.
Madelyne was feeling wonderful. She had just married the man that she loved, and they would be spending time on a beautiful tropical island for their honeymoon. No job hassles, no nosey neighbors, just the two of them, all alone together, in a place warm enough that clothing was an option, not a necessity. She was looking forward to this. There were very interesting and time honored methods to celebrate a wedding, and she had decided to try a few of them.
The island was lovely, with smooth white beaches and gleaming turquoise water surrounding it. The main section of the island was covered with lush plants, and there were tropical flowers and brightly colored birds and butterflies to fill the air with color. The scents of the flowers and the ocean filled the air, and soothed their nerves, inviting them to relax, to enjoy themselves. The combined noises of the ocean waves and the lazy sounds of insects droning through the air, and the rustling of the leaves was almost hypnotic.
Madelyne could feel herself relaxing, feel everything slowing down. They were here, for two glorious weeks, and the only agenda was to enjoy their time. To have fun, frolicking along the beach, in the water. She smiled, hoping that Scott was as pleased with the beautiful island as she was. She was also a bit curious what sort of things had been packed for them for their honeymoon. All she knew was that Betsy and Allison had packer her things, and Warren had taken care of Scott's luggage, all in an effort to keep the honeymoon destination a surprise.
They found the path leading to the luxurious island home they would be staying in. It was to big to be an island cottage, although it tried to convey that cozy impression, and it was not quite big enough to be a mansion. It was sprawling, and certain to be wonderfully equipped, the picture of a perfect island get away. Warren would have settled for no less in one of his properties.
They found the building to be every bit as luxurious as Madelyne had expected. There were large windows with breathtaking views of the island or the ocean. Spacious rooms with pale walls to create the illusion of cool and open spaces, with broad bladed ceiling fans circling lazily overhead. The bedroom that had been prepared for them had crisp silk sheets, and piles of fluffy pillows. Grinning mischeiviously, Madelyne had promptly shrugged out of her jacket and shoes, and instigated a pillow fight with Scott. By the end, they had collapsed on the massive bed, their clothing askew, hair in disarray, and tiny feathers floating through the air. They were both nearly helpless with laughter.
The most wonderful thing about honeymooning on a private island was the absolute privacy, the lack of anyone there to know what they were doing. If they wanted to stay in bed until noon, although not necessarily sleeping, they could. If they wanted to wander around the house naked, passionately having their way with each other throughout the house, they could. If they wanted to have sex on the beach, right where the ocean waves crashed over them... well, they had earned themselves a slight reminder of the importance of sun block. They had the island to themselves, and no rules but their own.
Scott had an intensely passionate streak hiding beneath all that proper behavior of his. Madelyne was delighted by it.
They had made love throughout the house, on the beach, even while swimming in the water. There could be no doubt that they were making certain to be thoroughly completely married.
Then, Scott had found the small boat, and they had gone out sailing. Catching fresh fish for their meals, they had managed to find some interesting things to do together on the boat. Rather naughty things that the boat probably hadn't been intended for, actually.
They were enjoying another glorious day on the water, resting in the boat, tired from their mornings... exertions. Madelyne glanced over the side and thought that she saw a small wave moving the wrong way. Frowning, she sat up, looking at the area again. There was a darker shape, and then a triangular fin poked out of the water, causing pale froth to form to either side of it.
"Scott! There's a shark headed towards us! A big one." Her voice was worried, full of concern.
Scott looked at the shape, concern etched over his features as Madelyne searched for the top of her bikini. "You're right, it does look like a big shark."
They were fortunate that the shark was just that, a big, hungry fish. When faced with the optic blasts that Scott shot at it, it quickly decided to go away for easier hunting. That was the end of that day's boating. Dry land suddenly had been much more appealing.
Scott had seemed fairly thoughtful the rest of the day. He kept muttering about risks, and the dangers in the life of an X-Man. He paced through the house, muttering about strange names, some of which Maddie had recognized as people the X-Men had fought against.
Maddie wasn't certain if the shark had caused this sudden period of thought, or if it was something else. She tried her best to keep him from getting to tense, and finally managed to get him to stop his pondering. It had required the deep green lace teddy that Betsy had slipped into the luggage, as well as some scented massage oils, but... Well, suffice to say that Scott hadn't been objecting to her attentions.
"Maddie... I think... being an X-Man is awfully dangerous. I guess I never really thought about just how dangerous it could be until today. I want us to have a long and happy life together, which isn't very likely if I'm an X-Man. Which is why I think it would be best if I left the team, sort of a retirement. We could move to Alaska, have a nice place together... maybe start a family. What do you think?" Scott had finally put his thoughts in order, and was explaining to Maddie.
With a brilliant smile, Maddie hugged her husband tightly to her. "That sounds just perfect, Scott."
end Tropical
author: Lucinda
Series: Something in Red #8
rating: pg 13
disclaimer: not mine. Nobody from Marvel is mine.
distribution: please ask first.
Madelyne was feeling wonderful. She had just married the man that she loved, and they would be spending time on a beautiful tropical island for their honeymoon. No job hassles, no nosey neighbors, just the two of them, all alone together, in a place warm enough that clothing was an option, not a necessity. She was looking forward to this. There were very interesting and time honored methods to celebrate a wedding, and she had decided to try a few of them.
The island was lovely, with smooth white beaches and gleaming turquoise water surrounding it. The main section of the island was covered with lush plants, and there were tropical flowers and brightly colored birds and butterflies to fill the air with color. The scents of the flowers and the ocean filled the air, and soothed their nerves, inviting them to relax, to enjoy themselves. The combined noises of the ocean waves and the lazy sounds of insects droning through the air, and the rustling of the leaves was almost hypnotic.
Madelyne could feel herself relaxing, feel everything slowing down. They were here, for two glorious weeks, and the only agenda was to enjoy their time. To have fun, frolicking along the beach, in the water. She smiled, hoping that Scott was as pleased with the beautiful island as she was. She was also a bit curious what sort of things had been packed for them for their honeymoon. All she knew was that Betsy and Allison had packer her things, and Warren had taken care of Scott's luggage, all in an effort to keep the honeymoon destination a surprise.
They found the path leading to the luxurious island home they would be staying in. It was to big to be an island cottage, although it tried to convey that cozy impression, and it was not quite big enough to be a mansion. It was sprawling, and certain to be wonderfully equipped, the picture of a perfect island get away. Warren would have settled for no less in one of his properties.
They found the building to be every bit as luxurious as Madelyne had expected. There were large windows with breathtaking views of the island or the ocean. Spacious rooms with pale walls to create the illusion of cool and open spaces, with broad bladed ceiling fans circling lazily overhead. The bedroom that had been prepared for them had crisp silk sheets, and piles of fluffy pillows. Grinning mischeiviously, Madelyne had promptly shrugged out of her jacket and shoes, and instigated a pillow fight with Scott. By the end, they had collapsed on the massive bed, their clothing askew, hair in disarray, and tiny feathers floating through the air. They were both nearly helpless with laughter.
The most wonderful thing about honeymooning on a private island was the absolute privacy, the lack of anyone there to know what they were doing. If they wanted to stay in bed until noon, although not necessarily sleeping, they could. If they wanted to wander around the house naked, passionately having their way with each other throughout the house, they could. If they wanted to have sex on the beach, right where the ocean waves crashed over them... well, they had earned themselves a slight reminder of the importance of sun block. They had the island to themselves, and no rules but their own.
Scott had an intensely passionate streak hiding beneath all that proper behavior of his. Madelyne was delighted by it.
They had made love throughout the house, on the beach, even while swimming in the water. There could be no doubt that they were making certain to be thoroughly completely married.
Then, Scott had found the small boat, and they had gone out sailing. Catching fresh fish for their meals, they had managed to find some interesting things to do together on the boat. Rather naughty things that the boat probably hadn't been intended for, actually.
They were enjoying another glorious day on the water, resting in the boat, tired from their mornings... exertions. Madelyne glanced over the side and thought that she saw a small wave moving the wrong way. Frowning, she sat up, looking at the area again. There was a darker shape, and then a triangular fin poked out of the water, causing pale froth to form to either side of it.
"Scott! There's a shark headed towards us! A big one." Her voice was worried, full of concern.
Scott looked at the shape, concern etched over his features as Madelyne searched for the top of her bikini. "You're right, it does look like a big shark."
They were fortunate that the shark was just that, a big, hungry fish. When faced with the optic blasts that Scott shot at it, it quickly decided to go away for easier hunting. That was the end of that day's boating. Dry land suddenly had been much more appealing.
Scott had seemed fairly thoughtful the rest of the day. He kept muttering about risks, and the dangers in the life of an X-Man. He paced through the house, muttering about strange names, some of which Maddie had recognized as people the X-Men had fought against.
Maddie wasn't certain if the shark had caused this sudden period of thought, or if it was something else. She tried her best to keep him from getting to tense, and finally managed to get him to stop his pondering. It had required the deep green lace teddy that Betsy had slipped into the luggage, as well as some scented massage oils, but... Well, suffice to say that Scott hadn't been objecting to her attentions.
"Maddie... I think... being an X-Man is awfully dangerous. I guess I never really thought about just how dangerous it could be until today. I want us to have a long and happy life together, which isn't very likely if I'm an X-Man. Which is why I think it would be best if I left the team, sort of a retirement. We could move to Alaska, have a nice place together... maybe start a family. What do you think?" Scott had finally put his thoughts in order, and was explaining to Maddie.
With a brilliant smile, Maddie hugged her husband tightly to her. "That sounds just perfect, Scott."
end Tropical