SUNBURNT - M-rated

"Shit."

He steps into the bathroom after he hears her curse, his gaze automatically landing on her skin as she removes her bikini top - her breasts, the familiar ivory skin, the rest of her sunburnt.

"Ooh shit," he says now, too, hesitatingly stepping up to her, but he does not dare touch her. "I'm sorry."

She gives him a lopsided smile and knows where his apology is coming from, but it's not his fault. In fact, he was the one applying sunscreen to her rather willingly, five times at that - it's just not fair that on their first holiday alone again he looks like a Greek god and she like a tomato.

"I look like a tomato."

He draws his lips between his teeth, trying not to grin cause he feels horrible for her, but there's something in the way she said it that makes it almost comical. He also knows she knows the expression is lobster, so for her to choose this particular word… yeah, he shouldn't be thinking about it, but he does. That one day, three and half years ago, now in his office.

He swallows thickly at the memory, how often he thought about the fruit after that until he finally had her again. His eyes skin over his wife's frame once more, her bare back, the dainty little string hanging on her hips, and then he peers at her through the mirror, her breasts on full display. Her delicate skin burning and suddenly his own is too, but with desire.

He watches her reach for a bottle of aloe, applying a bit to her fingertips as she runs it up over her nose and cheeks.

"Here, let me," he whispers then, taking it from her hand as he squirts a generous amount in the palm of his hand. He divides the cold lotion between his hands and then gently rubs it into her shoulders and down her back.

He doesn't have to ask once as he squads down behind her. Her hands quickly undo the ties holding up her bikini bottoms, and she gently kicks the fabric aside as he works the lotion into her legs.

His big hands run up her calves, down the back of her knees and to her thighs. He spends a little bit more time there, gently squeezing her flesh as he hears her sighs turn from relief into pleasure.

He leans in, placing a soft kiss on her butt, right where the skin colour changes drastically as his hands work on her other leg. He continues his massage like that, making sure she's covered in the lotion completely as his lips worship her skin. Her hips, the stretch marks down her thighs she was so insecure about, but he loves because it gave them their two-year-old little bundle of joy.

"Harvey," she sighs, eyes closing as she feels his lips, his hands all over her skin. And even if she's in pain, the need for his touch is more prominent now.

Harvey places one more kiss on her hip, his hands gently moving to her waist as she tells her to turn around.

She does, and she looks down then at her husband sitting on his knees right in front of her. Looking up at her with such devotion in his eyes, she has to blink back, a few tears starting to form as she runs her hand through his hair.

Neither speaks, but their gazes exchange the promises of the undying love they have for one another anyway.

He simply smiles then, and she leans back against the sink, allowing him to take care of her again as he repeats the process of massaging the calming lotion into her skin. Kissing her thighs and the scar across her stomach.

Each caress is torturously slow, no doubt because he doesn't want to add any more discomfort to her; she simply squirms because he keeps avoiding where she so desperately wants to be touched.

He isn't stupid, may have been for years when it came to them. But he knows every sigh now, every shift of her hips and every blush, he knows exactly what she's thinking, and he'll give it to her eventually.

Lifting himself onto his knees, he drops a kiss just below her belly button before his hands work on her stomach and up to the side of her rips.

She's softer now, a little curvier, and her breasts have started to hang after becoming even more voluptuous with her pregnancy, but to him, she's just as, if not more, beautiful.

He trails his hand up then, climbing back into his feet, his thumb running under the side of her breast. He cups them, gently feeling the weight of them in his hands. She moans once as he captures her nipple between his fingers.

Her hips buck at the motion and meet his as he steps closer, finally coming back face-to-face to her.

He leans in to kiss her. "You're so beautiful," he tells her just before, and she breaks out with a genuine smile. Wrapping her arms around his neck as he closes the distance between them.

"I love you so much." She whispers.

"Not as much as I love you."

It's a futile little argument, one they have back and forth in various formations, but it all comes down to the same.

He draws back a little, placing a kiss on the top of her nose. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah," she sighs.

"You think I got every spot?"

It's a trick question because he knows he's applied the aloe Vera to every inch of her sunburnt skin; he also knows she's longing for something else.

"No," she grins with a shake of her head. "I think you missed one."

He bites down on the side of his lip, trying to stop himself from smiling as he manages a somewhat curious look. "Really, where?"

She rolls her eyes but gives in regardless; taking her hand in her own, she guides it back down her frame and in between her legs. Pressing his fingers against her heat.

"Aah, I see," he sighs against her skin, kissing her once more as he feels her work his fingers against her clit. He allows her to do so for a few seconds before he turns his hand, finally slipping a finger inside her core. "There?"

"Yes," she moans as continues his ministrations, a second finger now filling her up as his thumb reconnects with her bundle of nerves, "ooh fuck yes. There."