There it was - all the passion, all the lust. With every kiss, Orson was claiming her, Mine, mine, mine! The dancing girls looked on, a little jealous of Bree since there wasn't only lust but love in his kisses too. They weren't watching for long, however.
"Pool house." Bree murmured between kisses.
"Mmmwhat?" Orson managed to ask.
"Pool house!" Bree panted, barely able to keep from ripping Orson's clothes off in front of everyone. MINE.
To the right, there was a large heated swimming pool. To their left, there was a small shack, filled with pool cleaning supplies and blow up toys. Orson and Bree knocked many of the carefully laid items over when they burst in, not looking where they were going because their faces were fused at the mouth.
Bree stumbled backward, only stopping when her butt hit a table. She stared Orson down, and he stared right back, with eyes that said I am going to ravage that body. Right. Now. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, one of those Target ultimate tees that only cost eight bucks but are as soft as Snuggle Bear, tossing it to the side as Bree breathed heavy and pulled lustily at the neckline fabric of her sun dress.
"Take me." Bree commanded. "Take me right here."
* * *
Lynette and Gabrielle were just passing the pool house when something slammed into the wall from within. They both jumped a little, startled, and then came a series of continuous thumps and bumps as the two people inside began to do something that rhymes with thump and bump. It made perfect sense when the shamelessly loud moaning began.
"Oh my god, ew!" Gabrielle exclaimed, imagining a douchey guy and a drunk girl, strangers hooking up. "I changed my mind, I don't miss this at all."
"At least someone here is having a good time." groused Lynette as they continued walking.
"Yeah, until the girl wakes up sober and the guy doesn't even remember her name. Nooo, I do not miss being single at all."
"Then why are we here?" asked Lynette. They'd stopped near the pool bar, and Lynette looked around the party.
"We're looking for Katherine." Gabrielle reminded her. "And apparently, for Bree. Where'd she disappear to? Do you think she's looking for Orson?"
"Yes..." Bree panted. "Yes, yes!"
"Is that really why we're here, though?" Lynette kept wondering. "I think everyone secretly wanted to be on Sunset Island from the beginning, and I'm including Tom and myself when I say that. I saw the looks on everyone's faces when Benson told us we weren't allowed to come here."
"Well, we did sign up for a vacation..." Gabrielle admitted.
"And all you got was a nosy counselor that picked a fight with your husband. We all could have saved our money and done the fighting at home..."
"Orson," Bree whimpered. "Oh, Orson...I'm so glad I came here with you...mmm, oh, Orson..."
"Lynette," said Gabrielle. "We should all be happy to be here. I don't just mean here, on the island. I mean in our lives. Our families are beautiful and healthy, we're all doing relatively okay. So our marriages aren't perfect, so what? They're as perfect as they're going to get, and most of the time I'm happy..."
Lynette smiled, remembering the real reason she'd begged Gabrielle to come with them to Sunrise.
"Except, maybe Carlos isn't always happy." Gabrielle admitted. "I think I was being selfish today."
"More...more!" Bree demanded.
"And I think I overreacted." said Lynette. She and Gabby looked sheepishly at each other, knowing what they should do next. They spotted Tom and Carlos at the bar, sipping drinks and looking pretty sexy, in that adorable, married, not-as-young-as-the-men-surrounding-them sort of way.
*
Bree and Orson collapsed on an inner tube as they caught their breath. It squeaked as Orson rolled off of Bree and on to an inflatable mattress. Bree giggled at the sound, and that made Orson smile.
"That...was nice." Orson said matter-of-factly.
Bree grinned. "It was more than nice, it was..." she trailed off when she looked at Orson and found him watching her. He wasn't smiling anymore. Bree looked away from him, searching the floor of the pool house for her sun dress. Orson got up when Bree did, and began to look for his shorts. It was quiet in the pool house. Too quiet.
"When did it start?" he asked, breaking an awkward silence.
"Orson, please don't." Bree said as she picked her dress up off the floor. It was ripped, but it was all she had to wear out of the pool house.
"I want to know." Orson said calmly. "I think I have a right to."
Bree sighed, upset that she was already frustrated so soon after getting such a wonderful release. She still felt all tingly. She slipped the dress over her head, trying to ignore his questions. Orson realized he was making the same mistakes he'd made a year ago, and decided to start over.
"That came out wrong. I don't have a right to know, I just think- "
"It didn't."
"...What?"
"It didn't start at all. I never had an affair. I wanted to...we'd even talked about planning a date and time, but I kept stalling, and-"
"Did you kiss him?"
Bree looked at Orson, shameful, and nodded.
"But you didn't sleep with him?"
Bree shook her head solemnly. "No." She held her breath as Orson pondered those facts. Eventually, he gave a little shrug and raised his eyebrows.
"I can live with that."
Bree's face crumpled into a relieved smile, and she trotted over to hug him. Orson chuckled, and put his arms around her waist. They kissed once, sweetly, and Bree sighed, hugging him again.
"You should finish getting dressed." she said, figuring it was about time to tell the others Orson was okay. Instead, Orson chuckled again.
"No, I shouldn't." he said.
Bree let go of his neck, putting her hands on his shoulders so they could talk face to face.
"But, everyone's looking for us!"
"They can look a little longer." he said. He took a few steps forward, guiding her back to the sea of blow up toys.
"Oh." said Bree. Orson kissed her, and kept walking her backward. "Oh..." she said, lower this time. And then, "Oh!" she squeaked when Orson gently pushed her over onto a pile of inflated tubes.
"We have three nights of vacation to make up for." Orson reminded her, wiggling three fingers for emphasis. He dropped to his knees before her, bouncing a little on the pool toys and causing her to bounce too. Bree gasped and held on to a nearby table leg to steady herself. "That," said Orson, referring to the love they'd just made. "Was one."
Bree's sun dress was pushed up her legs, and an excited and happy smile spread across her face.
*
Outside, the Jello jigglers were trying to sneak a peek through a steamed window.
"Can you see anything?" the shortest girl whispered.
"Ooooh, Hottie's going down towwwn!" one of the taller ones squee'd.
* * *
"Katherine!" yelled Mike as he walked along the dark, tiki torch-lit paths that linked the tiny huts on Sunset Island. He was peeking in windows, asking everyone he passed if they'd seen a cute auburn-haired woman. "Kath-!" he began to shout again, but he'd just seen through Adam's window. There they were, naked and cuddling underneath the sheets. Mike watched Adam nuzzle Katherine's neck with his nose, kissing all the places he used to. The recently reunited lovers jumped when the door to Adam's hut slammed open. They sat up, making sure to cover themselves.
"What the hell, Katherine?!"
Katherine stared at Mike, mouth hanging open with shock and indignance. "Don't what-the-hell me, mister! You made your choice!"
"We're still married!"
"In our minds, maybe. But not in our hearts."
Mike scoffed, and glared at Adam. "Adam, no offense, but if we hadn't been buddies back in the day, I would be punching you in the face right now."
"Understood." said Adam.
"It's too late for grand gestures." said Katherine, pouting. "You've been pushing and pushing me away, and it finally worked."
"What am I supposed to do then, leave Sunrise Island?"
Katherine smiled, pleased. "That sounds like a marvelous idea."
"You'll have to leave too, ya know."
"No, I won't." Katherine said smugly. She took Adam's hand, lacing their fingers symbolically.
"Sorry, Mike." said Adam. "We didn't plan-"
Mike pointed at him. "Stop right there. Punching you in the face isn't off the table yet."
"...Right."
"Go back to Susan." said Katherine. "Because - newsflash! - she wishes she was here with you too."
Mike's brain was slowly catching on. Katherine was with Adam now, and that meant he was free, free to be with Susan...
His brow was furrowed. "Are you sure?" he asked, not really believing his luck.
"Yes." said Katherine. "Now get out." Adam put his arms around her shoulders, and she leaned toward him. Mike sighed and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Katherine took a deep breath, letting it out and feeling pretty good about the new situation.
"So..." said Adam, looking at Katherine with hope in his eyes. "You want to get back together?"
Katherine turned, smiled and nodded. "Will you come back to Sunrise Island with me?" she said softly. Instead of answering, Adam leaned in to kiss her, and they laid back down on his bed.
* * *
Lynette and Gabrielle made their way over to the bar. Tom and Carlos stood up straight when they saw them, putting on a front like they were still upset at them.
"Hey." Lynette said sheepishly.
"Hey." Tom said curtly.
"Hi, honey." Gabrielle said sweetly.
Carlos sighed. "Hi, Gabby."
The four of them saw Bree and Orson emerge from the pool house, gazing into each other's eyes as they walked past everyone to the dance floor. There was a club banger making the bass thump, but they wrapped their arms around each other and slow danced as if they were alone.
"Am I seeing this?" Tom asked his companions. He laughed a little, as Bree and Orson kissed, making out in front of everyone at the club.
"I think we just witnessed a miracle." Carlos remarked, his eyebrows raised. Gabrielle and Lynette looked on, smiling.
"It's not a miracle." said Gabrielle. "It's just...life going back to the way it should be."
They all glanced at each other, curious but avoiding real eye contact.
"Okay, I'll go first." said Carlos, setting his beer bottle on the bar and turning to face his wife. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I brought up the ancient past, because you're right - we're past the past. It wouldn't be fair to ask for more, because I have all I've ever wanted, and I have it with my best friend."
"Aw!" said Gabrielle, pushing herself up on her toes to hug Carlos. He chuckled.
"Okay..." he said as she let go. "Your turn?"
"I know," Gabrielle scolded him. "I was getting to that." She stood in front of him and held his hands in hers, looking up at him with deeply earnest brown eyes. "I'm sorry I tried to make you jealous. It's selfish of me and maybe a little sick that I enjoy it so much." They laughed together, because it was true and Carlos didn't care as long as he had Gabrielle at the end of the day. "I love you, and there's no one that could ever steal me away from you."
Carlos bent down to kiss his wife, and they embraced again. Lynette and Tom had listened to and watched the whole thing, sappy smiles on their faces as their best friends made up with each other. Lynette turned to Tom and sighed happily.
"You wanna just skip the apology and make out?" she asked him.
Tom put his beer down next to Carlos', and held his arms out to Lynette. "Come to papa."
They both grinned as Tom took her in his arms, and they kissed.
*
"Mmm," Bree sighed against Orson's lips. He pulled himself away just far enough to nuzzle her nose with his, and she rested her forehead against his. "I love you." Bree whispered.
"I love you too." said Orson, holding her close.
Bree had on a torn sun dress, Orson was in board shorts and a t-shirt, and the song that the DJ was spinning sure mentioned a lot of bitches and hoes, but Bree and Orson were off in their own little world. In their minds, it was their wedding night all over again, and a crooner was singing "The Way You Look Tonight".
*
"Well, we found Orson and Bree." said Tom. "And they're obviously ready to go back to Sunrise and finish their counseling. Now we just have to find Katherine."
"Or maybe she'll find you." came Katherine's voice from behind them. They spun around and saw her there, holding hands with someone they hadn't seen in years.
"Adam! Buddy!" Carlos said, stepping over to shake Adam's hand and give him a macho, one-armed embrace. "What are you doing here?" he asked as he stepped back.
"Well, I came here to get laid," Adam answered honestly, a twinkle in his eye as he looked down at Katherine. "But I ended up with a whole lot more."
Lynette and Gabby looked on, surprised but relieved to see Katherine looking so happy.
"What happened to Mike?" Gabrielle asked her.
"I don't know." Katherine said, still gazing up at Adam with a dreamy look in her eye. "He ran off when he found us in bed together."
Lynette's eyebrows shot up when Katherine pulled Adam to her and gave him a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. In fact, all their eyebrows went up, as Katherine and Adam stumbled around, devouring each other's mouths. Katherine was obviously still drunk, and Adam was not exactly turned off by his ex-wife's advances.
* * *
Eventually, they all regrouped and left the club discreetly, making their way through the trees back to the beach where they'd left their boats. They didn't see him, but Benson had been watching them the whole time from the shadows of the DJ booth. He watched them head out, a proud smile on his face.
And so, once the couples managed to keep their hands off each other for the length of a canoe ride back to Sunrise Island, they all snuck back into their rooms, cuddling up to their spouses for the three hours they had left before their alarms went off. According to their itineraries, there was a special meeting in the early hours of the morning, and they couldn't be late. For the first time since their arrival, they didn't mind having to wake up at the crack of dawn. They couldn't wait to show off how much progress they'd made.
One more chapter...I wonder if they'll meet the man in charge? :D