Sunburnt

"Owww. Oww...owww..." I carefully crawl into bed, my skin protesting every move and motion as I settle onto my back and stare the ceiling. The airconditioner is on its lowest setting and even Mac's ceiling fan is swirling above but, nothing seems to cool down my body which is lobster red.

I slowly turn my head to glance at my girlfriend noting that her skin shares a similar hue as my own as we both lay half naked on her bed. We both smell from the liberal amount of aloe coating our sunburnt skin. "Don't say it." Mac warns but, I can't let her off hook.

"Sex on the beach was your idea." There, I finally say outloud what I had been thinking during the uncomfortable and arduous trip that led us back home.

Christmas on a beach in Jamaica had been her idea as a way to get out of the frigid Washington weather. Mac found a hotel that boasted cabins with their own little private beach - the ultimate couple's getaway. I quickly agreed imagining spending a week with her wearing a bikini or less.

It had been her idea to have sex on our little private beach atop a large, bed-like lounger. When they said Marines storm the beach - Sarah Mackenzie definitely led the charge. Making love in the open was sexy, fun and hot enough to have us both exhausted enough to fall asleep in the mid day sun.

It's funny how you don't realize how badly you're sunburnt until you take a shower or, in our case, try to make love in the shower.

"You didn't say no." She states with a teasing voice as her hand slides over and takes mine.

"You seduced me!"

Mac chuckles and squeezes my hand. "Can't seduce the willing and boy, were you eager. I thought we were gonna break that bed."

"I'm a tad insatiable around you." Lord, I want to kiss her but I am pretty sure her lips are as burnt as mine are. "Chegwidden had a laugh at our expense." I had called to inform him that Mac and me were missing work, the thought of trying to put a uniform on sounding painful.

That inadadverdely shifted the conversation to me and Mac, the relationship we'd secretly been carrying on for months. "How'd he take the news?"

"Before or after he asked if he needed to send a chaperone to the law library?" Oh, if he only knew how many times we'd kissed there. "And then he started laughing."

"Glad someone finds this funny." She huffs out and then starts laughing herself and I can't help but join in. "Okay, its pretty damned funny."

"Next time, I pick our romantic getaway."

"Deal." Mac doesn't object only agrees and squeezes our joined hands. Maybe being sunburnt isn't the worst thing?