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Honeymoon Day 1 - Monday
Los Angeles Airport !
"Ready ?"
Their flight had just been announced. Street took his wife's hands in his.
"Oh yes, I am !" said Chris, who rose on her tiptoes to kiss him. "A whole week in the Bahamas, I'm going to make the most of it."
Glad to know she was so jovial, Street led her to the gate. He showed the flight attendant the tickets, then they walked down the hallway to the tarmac and boarded the plane.
"And in first class ?" Chris wondered, when they were directed to the front of the craft. "Damn Jimmy, you splurged. Can we afford it, at least ?"
"We can !" he reassured her. He stowed their two backpacks in the storage compartments above their heads. "I've been planning our honeymoon since the day you said yes. You don't have to worry about the money. Sit down !"
She took a seat by the porthole, and Street joined her immediately.
"Long hours of flight await us." he said, interlacing their fingers. "Take the opportunity to rest."
He said that with a smile on his face.
"And you're proud of yourself, of course." she giggled.
"I didn't hear you complain." he said.
Indeed, they had slept very little between the moment they returned home after their union, and the moment when it was time for them to leave for the airport. Chris rested her head on heriis shoulder. The time for take-off arrived.
Long hours later !
It was very late when they were taken to their hotel room. It was more of a suite. Street thanked the employee who had escorted them and tipped him.
"You're hungry ?" he asked Chris. "We can get something brought up before we go to bed ?"
"Excellent idea !" she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck before kissing him. "So, what have you planned for our stay ?"
"Well, we're basically going to have sex. A lot." he said. She giggled. "But we will be able to do lots of things like sunbathing on the beach, scuba diving, swimming with dolphins. We're going to enjoy a week without worrying about our phone ringing at any time."
"Paradise !" she breathed, moving closer to his mouth.
They exchanged a long kiss which Street ended too soon, but he kept his wife close when he called roomservice. Thirty minutes later, which the young married couple had spent kissing on the sofa in the living room of their luxurious suite, there was a knock on their door. Not having eaten much on the plane, they devoured the dishes that had been brought to them. Mostly cold dishes and fruit.
"What's the program for tomorrow ?" asked Chris, who had isolated herself in the bathroom after eating.
"We're going scuba diving tomorrow afternoon." Street told her from the other side of the door.
Chris looked herself one last time in the mirror, slightly ruffling her shoulder-length hair, and smiled. Yes she was tired, but damn it. She wanted her husband.
The door to the bathroom adjoining their bedroom opened, and Street turned around in awe. Chris stood there, dressed in a light and sexy babydoll. Red, short to the butt, very thin straps and a neckline that left no room for imagination. And above all, the babydoll was transparent on the chest.
"Fuck !" the young man swore.
"The place is free." Chris said.
"G... gi… give me two minutes. he stuttered.
He came out of the bathroom in less time than that. He had taken off his clothes except for his underwear. He pounced on his wife's mouth as soon as he came out, making her laugh.
"How did I not see this marvel while packing your suitcase ?"
"Oh, my sexy outfit was already ready, you just packed the rest since I didn't know where you were taking me." Chris said, pulling away to spin around. "The girls made me rob the lingerie store. I have a different outfit for each night we spend here. Try not to tear them, please !"
"I'll do my best." He pulled her by the hips to press her against him and his growing erection. "Damn, Chris, you're driving me crazy."
"Wait until you see the other outfits I brought." she whispered. "Hurry and get the condoms out of the luggage, if you thought of taking any, of course."
He picked her up and threw her on the large king-sized bed, making her burst out laughing. Less than a minute later, he placed two boxes of condoms on the nightstand.
"Two boxes ? You are optimistic !" chuckled Chris.
"Don't mock me baby, I'm on the verge of exploding." warned Street, who pulled a wrapper from a box. "I know we need to rest, but this babydoll is going to kill me if I don't do something about it."
"Do you want me to keep it while you drive me crazy ?" she asked, as he climbed onto the bed, naked.
"Um…" He spread her legs to lie between them. "Yes, keep it. Mrs. Street, I'll take my time with you tomorrow."
Biting her lip, he straightened up to wrap the condom around his cock. He slipped his right hand into his wife's crotch, and brushed her swollen, aroused sex. Satisfied, he molded his body to hers and entered her. He was oddly gentle, despite his own desire being a cross between a volcanic eruption and a hurricane. He wanted to prolong the pleasure.
Honeymoon Day 2 – Tuesday
The gentle caress of the sun on her skin roused her from sleep. That, and the light kisses on her shoulder.
"Hello, wife !"
"Hello, husband." She turned around, naked under the sheet. Street had taken the nightie off her before they fell asleep, not wanting any barrier between their bodies. "What time is it ?"
"It's noon." he told her. "You slept like a log."
She rubbed her eyes still misty with fatigue. Between the short night of their wedding night and the jet lag, she was really exhausted.
"I asked for food to be brought up for us, and coffee." Street told him."You can sleep a little longer afterwards."
"Shouldn't we go scuba diving ?" she reminded herself.
"Not before three p.m." he said to her. "You have time to rest again. How about we go take a shower ? I called them just before you woke up, we have thirty minutes."
"Okay, but no question of hanging around." said Chris, who kissed her.
"At your command, Mrs. Street !"
She smiled at the understanding of what was now her new last name. After a shower that felt good, Chris slipped into a black bikini, as Street stood in the bedroom doorway approvingly, reveling in the view.
"Very pretty !" he said.
It was a simple bikini, but the top was an open back. Street walked over to her and put his hands on her hips. He had put on Bermuda shorts and a shirt that he hadn't bothered to button.
"I hope no one hits on you, otherwise it will gone very bad." he said.
"That goes for you too, handsome." She tied her fingers behind his neck after tying her wet hair in a bun. "The first one who looks at you, I kill her with my bare hands."
"I might have to stop you." he joked.
"Oh no Officer Street, I'll be good, I promise." she smirked, rubbing against him. "Too bad I didn't bring handcuffs."
"Keep that idea in mind for when we get home." he said, as there was a knock on the suite door. "Lett's eat, my love."
A real treat. And the fruit was fresh and juicy. A delight. Street left the cart, now empty of food, in the hallway outside. He joined Chris on the couch, who lay down and rested her head on his knees, yawning.
"Sleep, my love. I'll wake you up when it's time to go see the wonders of the depths." he said. "Or I can call and reschedule."
"No, don't postpone." she said, closing her eyes.
She fell asleep. Street was not sleepy. He had slept enough to last several more hours. The wedding ring on Chris's finger made him smile. He had married his best friend. He had been afraid that marriage would alter what was between them, but so far nothing had changed. Well, they had only been married two days. He decided not to focus on that, and to move on day by day, like the moment they had kissed in that parking lot in the middle of the night. When they returned to Los Angeles, they would look for an apartment to start their life as a married couple.
Time passed, without the young man having moved from the sofa, when Chris stirred in her sleep and emerged slowly, turning over.
"Oh there, take it easy babe." Street said when she unintentionally bumped her hand against his cock. "You don't want to risk me tiring you out any further before our little underwater excursion, do you ?"
"Hmm, have to see." she smiled, opening her eyes. "I see you are in great shape."
"Yeah, I have my gorgeous wife who fell asleep on my lap, and who wears nothing but a bikini." He ran his left hand over her ass. "I really want to take it off of you."
"You can do it later." She straightened up to sit astride him. "How long before we have to go ?"
"We have time." he said.
Time they spent kissing. When the time came, they spent a whole hour marveling at the seabed, which they explored under the supervision of the monitors. One of them was taking photos for the couple to have memories.
Honeymoon Day 3 – Wednesday
"Yes, God yes, right there !"
Feet on the edge of the bed, Chris arched her back as the fingers Street had inserted into her parted. That, plus the suction of her clitoris triggered a searing orgasm that left her breathless.
"That's what I call a perfect breakfast." Street said, before laying down on top of his wife. "Delicious, juicy. Everything I love."
"You're dumb." chuckled Chris, whose stomach rumbled. "How about we go and have a real breakfast ? Preferably dressed and with people around us ?"
"Why ?" he wondered. "Aren't we good, in here ?"
"Yes, it's true, but I would like to laze by the pool with my husband." Chris said, wrapping her legs around him anyway. "When do we swim with the dolphins ?"
"Tomorrow !" Street said. "Alright, we're going to the hotel restaurant, but I'll make love to you first."
"I expected no less of you." she smiled as she kissed him.
After a round in bed, then another in the shower, they got dressed and went down to the hotel restaurant with a bag to then enjoy the pool without having to go back to their suite.
"There's a guy who's been staring at you since we've been here."
Lying close together on two loungers by the pool, Street had spotted a group of men near the bar, one of them openly staring at Chris while his buddies laughed.
"Ignore them !" Chris told him.
Hard to ignore them. Behind his sunglasses, Street kept his gaze on this group. There were four of them, and one of them kept staring at him and Chris. He might be gay and if so… There was only one way to be sure.
"It's eleven a.m, I'm going to get us some cocktails." he said.
"Oh good idea !" smiled Chris.
He got up and went to the other bar, opposite to where the group of men were. They were Americans, he was sure. He ordered two cocktails, and while the bartender was preparing them, he turned to where his wife was. Son of a bitch ! The guy who had been staring at her walked over, and the bastard sat down on Street's deckchair. He wasn't jealous, because he knew Chris wasn't the type to get into the game of the first jerk. Especially since she was more than capable of taking care of herself. Suddenly, Street took pity – but barely – on this guy who didn't know who he was dealing with when he went to pick up on Chris.
Chris had noticed that herd of jerks near the bar to her right. First class badgers. A blond guy in shorts and flip-flops approached, all smiles, as soon as Street had walked away. The guy must have been in his twenties, and had the nerve to sit in place of her husband.
"Hi beauty !" What a moron ! "My name is Riley. And you are ?"
"Not interested, so leave !" she said calmly.
Behind her sunglasses, she never took her eyes off him while pretending otherwise.
"Oh come on, sweety !" he insisted. "You'll have better fun with me than with your guy, I'm sure."
He reached out, and Chris grabbed his wrist before he even managed to touch er. She had used her left hand, and her wedding ring shone on her finger.
"I advise you to avoid touching a woman who is not interested, and especially if this woman is married." she told him. "Especially since this guy is my husband, and we both from S.W.A.T."
"From…from S.W.A.T. ?" he swallowed.
"You are in my spot !"
Street put the two cocktails on the table between the two lounge chairs, and crossed his arms. He too was only wearing shorts, but he was bigger than the guy who was trying to hit on his wife.
"Come on, go join your friends and stop flirting with married women."
The guy stood up after Chris released him. He was two heads shorter than Street, and swallowed what he was about to say when he saw he was no match for it, then walked away.
"How sexy you are when you mark your territory !" Chris said.
"Turned on ?" he asked after sitting back down.
"Oh yes !" Chris took her cocktail and drank it in one go. "We go back to the bedroom. Right now !"
Street followed suit and emptied his glass. Picking up their things, they returned to their suite and threw themselves on each other once the door of their suite passed.
Honeymoon Day 4 – Thursday
Swimming with dolphins. Who didn't dream of it ? Chris found a child's soul while swimming with one of these superb mammals. It was a sight worth seeing. Underwater, on the surface, the interaction with the dolphins made them both smile. Street hugged his wife, back to chest, and a dolphin jumped over their heads.
"So, where am I, on a scale of 1 to 10 ?" Street asked.
"Oh you are unclassifiable." she replied, swiveling in his embrace. "I love you !"
"I love you so much !"
He kissed her, when the high-pitched whistles of the dolphins caught their attention. They were swimming around them, when one of them approached. And the game resumed.
Later that day, after a very long shower, they scrolled through the pictures of their morning with the dolphins on their computer.
"We should make an album with all our photos when we get home." Chris said.
Grabbing her phone, she turned on the camera and wrapped an arm around her husband, then took a selfie.
"Yeah, good idea !" he said.
He took the phone, and made a new photo on which they kissed. Satisfied with the photo, he put the phone on the coffee table, closed the computer door and settled more comfortably on the sofa. Chris snuggled up against him, and the young man's hand rested on his stomach, over the light dress she wore. He started caressing her absently, which made her smile.
"You can't wait for me to get pregnant, aren't you ?"
"I always wanted to start a family." he said. "But we decided to wait, so I'll wait until you're ready."
"It's not about being ready, Jimmy." she said, straightening up to face him. "I want to have children with you, but we still live with Luca. I want us to wait until we have found an apartment of our own before getting pregnant."
"And if it happens before ?" he wanted to know.
"Well, we'll manage." Chris said. "Listen, I don't want us to mess around and have sex just to get me pregnant. I stopped the pill after my last period, but we will continue to use condoms, and too bad if we forget it from time to time."
She sat down on him and kissed him.
"We take things as they come." she said against his mouth.
"Okay !" He stroked her thighs. "You didn't tell me you were off the pill."
"Oh, I didn't ?" she pretended to be surprised.
"But you're mocking me. »
He tickled her. Chris squirmed in his arms, laughing out loud, trying to escape him. In vain.
Honeymoon Day 5 – Friday
Chris woke up alone in bed. But she was not alone in the room. She sat up, not lingering on the sheet that fell and revealed her bare chest, she saw her husband doing push-ups. Moving so that she lay face first towards the foot of the bed, she crossed her arms and rested her head there to enjoy the sight. Yes she was naked, but she didn't care. Street, he, had put on a boxer.
"Do you like the view ?"
"I'm not complaining." she said smiling. "Were you so bored that you're doing push-ups on your honeymoon ?"
He finished his series of push-ups, before kneeling at the height of his wife. Rubbing his nose against hers, he said :
"No, but I preferred to let you sleep after the crazy night we spent."
"Hmm, yes it was fabulous." She licked her lips. "You are fabulous. And really good with your tongue."
"I love using it on you." he said, stealing a kiss from her. "Will you come with me in the showe? "
"Why not ?"
It was so hot in the Bahamas that they all took cold showers. Chris gave her husband a little treat, which ended with the young woman wrapped in Street's arms, who took her against the cold tiled wall of the shower.
Honeymoon Day 6 – Saturday
"It goes too fast." she complained.
They had decided to go down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. They only had tonight and the next day before packing their bags. Monday morning, they took the plane back to Los Angeles.
"For sure it will be a shock to come back to L.A., but it did us good." Street took his wife's hand across the table. "A week just for you and me, without worrying that the phone will ring, or that Luca will surprise us in a compromising position."
"You're right, you're right." she said, shaking her head. "I'll stop complaining that it's almost over, but if our waitress keeps flirting with you in front of me, I'll kill her."
Yes, Street had noticed the little game of the young waitress tending their table, but he was not reciprocating her flirtations.
"Are you going to mark your territory too ?" he asked, smirking.
"Maybe !"
"Can I get you something else ?"
Chris looked up at the waitress in question, who had a smile plastered on her face and whose gaze was fixed on Street.
"No, but you could stop flirting with my husband, that would be cool." snapped Chris.
"What no I…"
"I don't want to know." Chris said. "You stop, that's all."
A slightly older waitress who was passing by their table, stopped there and asked if everything was okay.
"Other than your colleague spending her time flirting with my husband in front of me ?" Chris asked.
"Christie, I'm going to take over, go take care of table 15." the woman said to her younger colleague, who stormed off without asking for her rest. "I want to apologize for his behavior. Can I offer you something ?"
"No thanks !" Street said. "We were going to go for a walk on the beach."
"Have a good evening !" she smiles at them, before leaving to take care of the other customers.
Five minutes later, they were walking hand in hand, and barefoot, on the hot sand. It was dark, but the moon shone and reflected on the calm sea.
Honeymoon Day 7 – Sunday
They decided to spend their last day in their suite. More precisely, in bed. Whenever they were hungry, they would call roomservice and go back to bed after eating. Half lying on her husband's statuesque body, naked, Chris sighed.
"What is it ?" the young man asked her, his hand wandering along her back.
"Nothing, I feel good, that's all." she says. "I love being in your arms so much. I blame myself for not listening to my heart sooner."
"I thought we shouldn't think about the past anymore ?" He kissed her on the forehead. "I'm not sure our relationship would be what it is if we hadn't been friends before. I was a little jerk when we met, and you did well not to have given in. I don't regret anything that happened, apart from the Molly episode."
"I would always be sorry for introducing you."
She closed her eyes and forced herself not to think about that girl. If she hadn't cheated on Street... Chris let out a gasp of surprise when he reversed their places without warning.
"I know what you're thinking, and I'll stop you right there. You're not going on this ground. " he said to her. "We are married, and I have no intention of letting the past and the ifs get in my way. You are my wife, Christina, and nothing will change that fact."
He kissed her and took possession of her.