A/N: Just a little bit of nothing to feed you guys, and to get my writing juices flowing!
Both the flight and checking into their hotel had been gloriously easy affairs and Rafa prayed that meant the rest of the trip would follow along this same pattern. By the time things are all settled for the family it is mid afternoon and they make their way to the beach just footsteps from their door.
It is a villa that they have for their week in Costa Rica, it has its own kitchen and two separate bedrooms on opposite sides of the residence which gave Rafa and Liv a feeling of more comfort when booking the place. Lucia assured them that she didn't mind sharing the room with Noah, especially considering the two beds.
Leaving unpacking until later the family don their bathing suits and any cover ups they want to bring with them and wander to the beach. Olivia is wearing a light cotton dress while Rafa is wearing a nearly see-through white linen shirt. Noah has forgone wearing anything other than his swim trunks, eager to get into the ocean. Lucia has only her conservative one piece suit with shorts on as they stroll down the path to the beach.
The moment his toes meet the sand Noah is ready to submerge himself in the beautiful blue ocean stretched out before him. Rafael's hand on the boy's shoulder stops him from racing ahead.
"Un momento hijo, you need to put sunscreen on before you have a chance to burn." Rafa says while he takes in Noah's pale skin, already worried about the poor boy getting a sunburn.
Olivia reaches into the tote bag on her shoulder pulling some spray sunscreen out and handing it off to Rafael. The beach is peppered with lounge chairs and canopied areas for shade. The family finds a spot that fits their needs and drops their belongings into the sand.
Rafael sets about spraying Noah's fair skin to protect him from the sun. Each spray Rafael lathers a liberal amount onto the soft white skin of his son, following every spray the slightly nervous father rubs the fluid into his son's skin to ensure it settles in to work properly.
Once the boy's entire body is slathered in the slippery substance Rafa releases him.
By this point Noah is squirming in desperation to get into the water, "Papi, por favor," he whines, "quiero ir al océano! ¡Ahora!" (Daddy, please, I want to go to the ocean! Now!)
A chuckle slips from Rafa's lips as he concedes, "Sí hijo, lo se. Espera un momento más, por favor, mientras me preparo." His gaze flicks to Olivia's for only a second, sharing a commiserating glance. (Yes son, I know. Just wait one more minute, please, while I get ready.)
Quickly Rafael pulls his shirt from his body and rushes to lather on sunscreen on his own skin. His efforts are fast enough for a very impatient Noah who seems relieved once his Rafa holds a hand out to him inviting the boy to pull his father down the beach and into the water. As the boys make their way to the ocean Lucia sits gracefully down into one of the loungers, pulling a book from her own bag. The older woman seems perfectly content to continue on as she is but Olivia finds herself shifting uncomfortably beside her.
Upon noticing Liv's discomfort Lucia dog ears her place and looks over the lens of her sunglasses, peeking at her daughter-in-law, "que pasa pequeña?" (what's up baby girl?)
The easy way Lucia has accepted her and her son in her life so far allows Olivia the confidence to explain her hesitance, fingering the hem of her cover-up Liv starts, "it's just - I have a lot of scars. It sometimes bothers people to see them, and most people haven't anyway. Rafa has seen it all, and Noah doesn't notice but other than that I've been too afraid to, umm, to-
"And I guess I didn't, wasn't, thinking about them when we planned this."
Her words are cut short when Lucia tugs on the young woman's hand, unbalancing her and pulling her to sit in the same chair. Regarding Olivia Lucia sees all she needs to work out just what Liv might be feeling but she hones in onto the looking of longing on the younger woman's features.
Lucia knows some of Liv's past but not much, enough though, "ay mija, I know you've seen some very ugly things in your life. You are beautiful chiquita, you are mi familia and I love you. Don't be shy around me, I have my own scars from my own ugly past. But look at what we have now," Lucia nods in the direction of Noah and Rafa, "let us focus on that, sí?"
Billowing out a hefty breath that she held in Liv nods, biting her lip. At this Lucia lovingly places a kiss to Liv's temple before patting her cheek and moving back to her book, signalling the end of the discussion. With a light laugh Olivia stands again, removes her dress and arranges herself onto another lounger out in the sun.
Instead of keeping her mind occupied with a book, or anything, Liv decides to allow her eyelids to slip closed. She isn't sure how long she lays on the seat overall but the front of her body melts with the warmth of the sun and her skin heats through she turns over to bathe the back of her body in the sun's rays. It is when she is positioned like this that the boys make their way back to the small encampment the family has claimed.
Noah's hunger has caught up to him so he and Rafael snag the towels waiting for them and make their way to the bar sitting about 50 yards away. Returning with their food Lucia joins them in nourishing themselves for the first time since landing. Rafa had told Olivia they brought something for her and only received a grunt in acknowledgement.
Finishing the food Rafa notices that Liv has barely moved, having been too relaxed spread along her seat in the sunshine.
He lays a hand onto Liv's thigh and notices just how warm her skin is, "Livia, have you put your sunscreen on?" Rafa asks in her in his most paternal tone.
Still laying on her belly Liv's reply is mumbled into her own shoulder, "nope, need some color first."
Noah pipes in, "pero Mami! No quieres quemarte, Papi dice su peligrosa y que duela." (but Mommy! You don't want to burn, Daddy says it's dangerous and it hurts.)
Olivia smiles at her son's tone, as though he is teaching her something new, but stubbornly shifts so her face is pressed to her other arm, away from them. Rafa won't let Olivia forget about his presence though. Placing his hand fully on her thigh he shakes Olivia knowing it will irritate her just enough into addressing him.
"Rafa, por favor, pare! M'fine." Liv whines while swatting at his hand with stunning inaccuracy.
"Uh-uh Liv, even us Cubans had to use some, you're not getting out of it." Rafael laughs at her, he also knows full-well his mother did not apply sun block but neither does she plan on staying out in it for much longer.
Not budging Rafa shakes his head at his wife's stubborn behavior before standing to tower over her, casting his shadow over her form. Shrugging his shoulders Rafael does the only thing his mind can come with up in its current state. He crawls over her and lays his body directly mimicking, exactly, Liv's posture.
His head covers Liv's, arms resting above her own, and the length of his body draped nicely along the length of hers. With Rafa's weight pressed into her Olivia starts to grumble. Noah and Lucia begin giggling beside them, not expecting this sort of behavior from grown, generally very serious, adults.
Attempting to maneuver her body so that she isn't pinned any longer Liv finds she is effectively trapped by her husband, "Rafa, please!" Her tone is a mixture of a whine and utter exasperation, in equal measure.
The man on top of her just chuckles in her ear, "Livia, please!" Rafa parrots back to her.
Accepting her situation fully Liv begins the negotiation process for her freedom, "what do I have to do to get you away from me?"
Lifting his head and looking to his mother and son he pretends to think about it, for their amusement, "use sunscreen," Rafael says definitively.
Huffing out a breath as best she can with his weight on her Liv agrees, "fine. But you have to do it for me." There is a conniving smile stretched over her mouth, as if she is asking a hardship of him.
Instead of resisting Rafa pushes himself off of her to say, "parati mi esposa? Cualquier cosa." Before pulling himself completely away from Olivia Rafa places delicate kisses on each vertebrae he can reach until he is at the tie of her bathing suit. (for you my wife? Anything.)
Rafael seats himself on the edge of the lounger and digs out the sunblock again mumbling about stubborn women being more difficult to negotiate with than seven year old little boys. Liv, who has shifted to be laying on her back again swats at Rafa for his murmuring.
Lucia discreetly slips her phone back into her shorts after taking some rather silly pictures of the couple. She takes a look to Noah who is enjoying the display and sipping on some tropical juice. She thinks that, even though they haven't been out too long, Noah is just so pale and they are in an area with much more direct sunlight she would like to get him out of it for a short while. Deciding to give Rafa and Liv some alone time she reaches out to Noah.
"Nieto, ven conmigo. Let's go to our room and give Lucy a call so she knows we got here safely, okay?" Lucia knows that speaking to his beloved nanny is sure to lure him away without complaint, and it does, Noah goes readily along with her. (come with me.)
Husband and wife have a passing awareness of the two departing members of their group, so entwined are they with one another.
With a hand on his forearm Liv glides her hand up to Rafa's bicep, squeezing, "well get to it mi esposo, lather me up."
She opens her arms in a welcoming gesture for Rafa, wanting him to get to it. When Olivia drops her hands again she lets one slide along his flank to tuck her fingers into his shorts. Gently tugging on them she smirks and runs a finger where shorts and skin meet.
Watching Rafael's shiver at her touch Olivia chuckles darkly, "I can't wait to see how gorgeous your skin will be when you really start getting a tan going." Her teeth sink into her bottom lip at the thought. "And that cute ass of yours is going to be all white, I'm going to absolutely love seeing the contrast."
Laughing at her musings Rafa begins spraying and coating Liv's skin, "I love your mind mi sol, now I'm imagining peeling this off you later and having fun taking my time to trace your tan lines with my mouth."
As Rafa speaks he fingers the edge of Liv's bathing suit making a shiver run through her this time and leaving goosebumps behind.
"Oh Rafa, don't tease," Liv pouts, twisting in delight and desire and unable to truly do anything to relieve her feelings.
The comment goes largely ignored by Rafael who continues his task until every inch of skin is properly protected from the sun's harsh rays. Discarding the tube Rafa leans down over Olivia, chastely he kisses her lips leaving Olivia whimpering for more when he pulls away. But, Rafael has other ideas, shifting away from her mouth Rafael kisses a line down the column of her throat until he reached material.
Low and grumbly with lips still at her breastbone Rafa issues instructions, "turn over."
Dutifully Liv obeys the command, feeling a tightening pull at her center, once on her stomach Oliva can't hold in a whimper. She is restless at Rafa's teasing, and he has barely started touching her. Liv can't decide between squeezing her thighs together trying to apply pressure where she wants it, where she needs it, or spreading them apart as far as can be considered appropriate.
Rafa, for his part, brushes hair off her neck and begins his journey once more. This time, instead of stopping when he finds the fabric of her suit with his lips, Rafa jumps to a cut-out at her side. Tracing his lips to mirror the edge of the fabric Rafael sees that Olivia's hands are curled into tight fists.
"What's the matter mi sol? You seem tense," a dark chuckle tickles her skin along with his words, and his beard, Liv might just go out of her mind.
There aren't many others on the beach at all, it is for those staying at the resort only, but Olivia still feels a thrill run through her knowing that they are being this bold out in the open, where anyone could see.
A moan is Rafael's only answer. He continues on with his mouth and adds to the torture by placing a hand on her leg. First her left calf, Rafa caresses the flesh under his fingers and palm while moving north to her thigh and ending the light touches where the curve Liv's ass begins to rise. Instead of detour to smooth over the globes of perfectly toned muscle Rafael lifts his hand free of her body, only momentarily. Bringing his hand down sharply it lands on the padding the muscle her ass provides her. Liv jumps with the sensation only to feel him take a handful of one cheek, his thumb sneaking under the fabric and feeling her flesh.
A shocked gasped, quickly followed by frustrated squirming, leaves Olivia's throat at the biting sting from where Rafael's hand had landed. Liv pushes her hips hard into the lounger underneath her.
"Please Rafa," pathetically whines Olivia.
At this Rafael takes his hand from her skin, knowing it will displease her, "talk to me, tell me what you need from me."
He has brought his face level to Olivia's and whispers his instructions into her ear, chilling her overheated body. God could this man turn her on, Liv turns so she can look him in the eye, his pupils are dilated and his breathing quickened as he plays with her, Rafa draws great pleasure in the pleasure he can give to Olivia.
Holding Rafael's gaze in a heated, powerful stare Olivia tells him exactly what she needs, "make me cum."
Growling Rafa lunges toward Liv, claiming her mouth in a fierce kiss. His teeth nip and nibble, focusing on her lower lip. And then his tongue is in her mouth and hers is gliding along it. They are lost in each other but Rafael hasn't forgotten himself, not quite yet anyway. Rafa's hand is vicious finding her heated center.
Not allowing Olivia any air, or break from their kiss, Rafael plays a wonderful tune on Olivia, not yet delving beneath her swimsuit. Finally, when the couple is straining against each other, spots of black clouding their vision they part lips and draw hard and long breaths. Liv isn't given much respite in her rest however, as Rafa pushes the fabric aside and his skin is finally, finally, on her where Liv needs him most.
All the foreplay Raf has thrust upon her Liv doesn't need much attention before she is squeezing and spasming her internal muscles against Raf's fingers in pure ecstasy.
Moments later Liv blinks her vision clear and looks into Rafa's eyes once again, seeing the flush of his cheeks and his blown pupils she knows exactly how he feels, sure she looks much the same. Probably considerably more ruffled though.
On weak and shaky arms Liv sits up and threads her fingers through Rafael's and tugs so that he will follow her. Rafa stays in place though, Liv's eyes roam him and spot his bulging desire against his trunks and understand his hesitance.
Sinking her teeth into her lip Liv just tugs more firmly, "please baby, just walk close behind me. I want you inside of me." Her eyes flick to the ocean, revealing her plans to him.
Groaning Rafa rises, pressing into her body his mouth pulls at Olivia's earlobe before voicing his thoughts, "vieja, me vas a llevar a la tumba." (woman, you're going to be the death of me.)
Starting her way to the water, and leading Rafael, Olivia's fingers tighten around Rafa's, "pero que estupendo!" Her reply is husky, and Liv is well aware of what she is doing to her husband. (but what a way to go!)
At the sound of his wife speaking Spanish Rafael adheres his body to Liv's and pushes her onward and into the water faster than she had been leading them. This is already their favorite vacation and they haven't been here a full day.
A/N: Next chapter I'm thinking will have snippets of what's happening with everyone in NYC. As well as some Costa Rican antics, obvi.
I would also like to take a moment to say thank you! (looking at you BJ, you're a hero to me and I love you) Everyone who reads my musings really gives me the push I need to keep going when I get too down on myself. You are all amazing to me, I wish I could say thanks directly to each of you.
xx