"Lunick, I think that is for the kids." Solana muttered as she covered her face with her palm.
"Says who?"
"How about the fact that you're the only adult man on here?" Said Solana as she pointed around the carousel.
Lo and behold, Lunick was in fact the only fully grown adult mounted atop the wooden Rapidash on the rotating circular platform amusement ride.
Lunick flipped his hand before crossing his arms atop the horse Pokémon. "Psssh! I see no sign saying adults cannot ride the carousel as well."
"Maybe because it's an unspoken rule?" Solana raised her eyebrow. "Maybe because it's so obvious by how oversized you are compared to the rest of the ride? Maybe because everybody knows merry-go-rounds are staples in children's amusement rides?"
"Wrong. Why do you think they have the immovable chariots? That's for the adults to sit with very small children too young to ride the equines. But who says us adults cannot go galloping on yonder with the kiddos as well?" Lunick declared in a medieval Kalos accent.
"Oh, Lunick…Please stop talking like that."
"Never you mind, Milady. Thine horse is ready. Come join me on mine expedition," he said, extending his hand to the Zebstrika beside him.
Minun pumped his tiny paws from his human's left shoulder, encouraging his partner as well. "Mai Mai! Mai! Mai!"
Plusle appeared beside Solana and stuck her tongue out disgustingly.
"You know, even if I wasn't already feeling a little queasy, I don't think I would get on this ride, knowing I'd probably die from sheer embarrassment alone." Solana retorted.
Lunick pretended to act offended. "If my lady will not ride with me, then she can document mine adventures with this new record-keeping device."
He tossed her a small camera, a Canon EOS R7, to be exact.
"Isn't this a bit advanced for someone of your time period," she mocked as she waved to small camera in her hand by her wrist.
Lunick extended his right hand and shook it. "Alas, thy has questioned the treasures mine hath acquired. Perhaps hath she accompanied me on mine quest to obtain ideal optical imaging for this adventure, she would be less skeptical."
"Goodness, Lunick, please, sweetie, just come down from there and we can do something more appropriate. More…adult-oriented."
"How tempting thine offer but I shall not be swayed. If thy still requires such venereal and erotic services upon the end of mine quest, I shall be happy to lead thy to mine quarters for such amorous activities at the end of mine journey. We shall reconvene anon."
Solana shook her head and rolled her eyes as the circus music started to play and the full-sized carousel came to life. The Rapidash Lunick was sitting upon started to move up and down to simulate galloping, causing Lunick to instantly break character as he held onto the metal bar.
"It's starting! It's starting!" Lunick gushed excitedly. "Quick, Solana, start recording! Onward thy stallion! We shall amass such riches to bring home to thy lady, proving thine worth as the beholder of mine adoration for all eternity. Onward my stallion!"
Solana couldn't help but smile as Lunick bounced up and down on the moving wooden Rapidash, kicking his feet as if he were goading it on with spurs at his ankles, like an old cowboy even though he was acting like he was pulled out of medieval Kalos. She marveled at how no matter how old he got, he seemed to hold onto and maintain his childlike wonder. It was one of the many things she loved about him. His Prussian blue teal-highlighted hair bounced comically in the air as Lunick kicked his feet and transitioned from various sitting positions as Solana recorded. His 'character' was visibly annoying the other parents and a confusing a few small children on the ride, possibly taking away from their own enjoyment. But Solana didn't care. Her eyes were on her man who was thoroughly enjoying himself on this child's ride.
Yes, she loved him very much. And would show him just how much as soon as he got off the ride. She wondered if he would yell "Booyah!" or "Gramercy!" at the end.
Solana opened her eyes to behold the dazzling sunlight streaming through the window of their honeymoon Champion's suite. The sash had been left up, allowing a pleasant breeze to flutter the sheer white blinds as it filled the room with the inviting scent of the ocean. She didn't bother looking at her the digital clock, she really didn't care what time it was. In fact she didn't even want to move. The center of her universe was right there in the middle of that bed, resting in a pool of warmth created by her and the other two figures sleeping, curled up with them. Somehow, despite the tropical warmth, she still felt at home and comfortable with the warm body she was sharing that space with. She snuggled in closer and his arms wrapped tighter around her waist, one hand cupping half of her backside, gently squeezing her, the other gliding up and down the small of her back, smoothing the silk nightgown with its gentle touch. Memories of the day and night before filtered back to her, the events surprisingly fulfilling.
Surprising mainly because they had both fallen asleep almost the moment their heads hit the pillows. Six straight nights of adventurous and passionate intimacy had finally caught up to both of them, driving home the point they were trying to make love with each other during their picnic and nearly every opportunity they spent by themselves. Still, after Lunick's ride on the carousel the previous day, they had returned to their room and enjoyed a nice long bath with each other in the double-sized garden tub, soaking in the hot water, both of them intending to make an early evening of it, joining each other in bed for a nice, long night of sleep.
Best laid plans and all. They found themselves once again wrapped and romped in their intense copulation that night and early morning until sleep claimed them both as they lay there caressing each other. They spent the rest of the day in bed sleeping it away. Yet somehow it didn't seem to bother her that here on their honeymoon they had managed to go a mere twelve hours without making love. Their bodies had been in overdrive since setting foot on the cruise ship and it had finally caught up to them.
Somehow burning out on all that passion, then recovering with a long day of rest felt incredibly good. She snuggled even closer into him, her hand reaching behind him to return the favor he was giving her, feeling the taut muscles of his posterior. She leaned over him, kissing his neck, gently waking him from his deep slumber. He awoke, nibbling on her neck, aware that kissing her on the lips was not in the cards first thing after waking up, at least until they had both had a close encounter with a toothbrush. The nibbling sent shivers down her spine and set her hands in motion once more.
Lunick's eyes snapped wide open and he threw the covers off, scampering out of bed. "Hold that thought, Babe, I'll be right back."
She fell back on her pillows, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. That's when she noticed the antique-style clock on the mantle. They had been in bed for over twelve hours. Lunick could be forgiven needed to run off like that, the human bladder can only hold so much. Especially if you're thinking about it.
Just like she was.
So much for staying in bed all day she thought as she headed for the other bathroom, finally understanding why the suite had two. There had to be more women out there like her. She shared her life and her soul with Lunick, but there was one thing she would not share with him, ever. When they first moved in together she discovered something terrible about him, something that, in any other man on Earth, would have been a dealbreaker with her. Somehow, somewhere along the way, Lunick had developed a habit of leaving the bathroom door open. Perhaps it was the fact he was an only child and had his own bathroom attached to his bedroom. Perhaps it was just an odd family quirk. Whatever the case, it was a habit she could not and would not abide. Bathroom time (not including mutual baths or showers) was a very, very private time for her.
Lunick, at least, was kind enough to open the door while he was at the sink brushing his teeth, letting her know it was safe to come in now. She stopped halfway across the large room and just stared for a moment at the man in the bathroom, standing there in polka-dot boxers and a black fade ombré tank, brushing his teeth first thing in the early afternoon. There was just something comfortable about watching him like that, something that really appealed to her. It was a sort of finality to what they were doing, a simple, subtle signal that their union was true. He turned and spotted her, grinning while he vigorously scrubbed his teeth, a bit of paste foam drooling from one corner.
Solana's belly twitched, then twitched again. In moments she nearly doubled over giggling at the sight of Lunick, brushing his teeth, drooling foam and wearing the silliest of his goofy grins. He rinsed his mouth out before he started rummaging through his luggage while she went to work on her morning (or in this case afternoon) breath. Moments later he returned, holding his old styler from before they switched to wrist units. Solana almost gagged when she saw the picture frozen on the screen.
"LUNICK! Where did you get that?"
"Babe, I'm willing to bet there isn't a hard drive on this planet that doesn't have a copy of this picture."
She took the styler from his hands, looking at the picture. "This was, what, seven years ago? Man I looked like a little girl!" It was an old digital photo of Solana when she was thirteen, her face covered in white moisturizer, toothpaste foam dribbling down her face.
"No, Babe, you don't look like a little girl in that picture. The only thing that's changed is that your hair is longer, you're a bit more endowed, and I guess you're about an inch or two taller now."
"Lunick, you're just saying that because we've been with each other since we were ten. We just don't see the changes."
"Actually, Solana, I do. I saw every inch you grow. I remember when every one of your pimples faded away. I remember the day your Invisalign came off. I, uh, remember the hard time you had when your Mom started making you wear a training bra. When I say you look the same now as when you were thirteen, I really mean it. Because to me, you were the most beautiful girl I ever knew back then and you still are." He walked up behind her, taking a fistful of her hair and gently pulling it into a long ponytail like she had in the picture. "Now, if we just had a jar of Noxzema…" he said, putting his head beside hers.
The touch of his day-old beard, the warmth of his skin, that heady Lunick-scent of his was electric to her. His hands encircled her waist, pulling their bodies together, her long hair spilling over his shoulders as his hips swayed with hers to some silent tune that only played in their heads. She turned in his embrace and kissed him, the minty traces of his toothpaste still on his lips.
"So what do you want to do today?" He asked, breaking away only slightly.
"I want to go dancing. I want to put on the nicest clothes we brought and go out for dinner for a change. I want to climb up to the top of the lighthouse and watch the moon over the water. I want you to treat me like a lady of old and you're my knight in shining armor. Until it's time to do that, I think we should play it by ear." She whispered in his ear, hugging him close to her as they shifted their weight from foot to foot, still dancing slowly in the large bathroom. He took her hand and twirled her, making certain to watch as her short nightgown flew up at the bottom, enjoying the momentary view.
"Play it by ear, huh?" He pulled her close and started ever so gently nibbling on her ear, breathing lightly into it. She craned her neck in pleasure, leaning her belly into his, pushing him up against the lavatory counter. Her hand went up the back of his tank, feeling the narrow, taut muscles there, feeling the groove of his spine.
Lunick pushed her away, holding her at arms length, not to separate them, but to drink in the sight of her. Her light golden skin, just a bare shade darker than his own, was perfectly complemented by the dark, shimmering purple silk of her camisole. It was not the sheer, almost invisible one she had worn on their wedding night but it seemed to cling to every curve, every hollow of her body, not so much revealing as suggesting. His imagination filled in the details and for some reason he found it even more appealing, mystery mixing with knowledge, promise merged with experience.
Without realizing it, they were drifting out of the bathroom, back into the massive bedroom. Lunick put his hands on the small of her back and lowered her to the bed, kissing her softly but passionately as her hands found the bottom of his tank, pulling upwards, the action made difficult by the fact she was spending more time touching him than actually pulling at the ombré polyester top. He pulled the covers on top of them as his boxers disappeared somewhere deep in the bed. His lips separated from hers only to find themselves osculating her neck as his hands lifted the hem of her camisole. It too got lost beneath the spread and they found themselves connected once more.
Lunick made sure Solana got all of her wishes granted that day, though they almost missed their opportunity that evening. By the time they walked back from the lighthouse, their shoes in one hand, the other hands joined, they were once again ready for a nice, long night of sleep. At least an hour or so later after another bout of lovemaking.