"Are those jet-skis? I've never been on one of those before," Charlie inhaled deeply as she struggled to contain her excitement. She'd always wanted to try one but her parents had never let her. This was already shaping up to be one of the best anniversaries ever. She should have let Santana plan all the other ones. "Santana those are jet-skis!"

Santana bit her lip and tried not to roll her eyes at Charlie's general adorableness. Her wife had always been predictable and it was incredibly easy to get her this happy and excited. After the past few weeks, it was nice to see her wife smile like that. "I know a planned a fun packed week. Jet skis, amusement parks, laser tag—"

Santana ticked off everything that she had planned only to stop and realize that her wife had already ran off towards the docks to take a look at the jet skis. She wasn't proud to admit it but her plan was already working, all she needed to do was keep her wife distracted for the entire week and make her forget about the sex that they were probably supposed to be having. Charlie was just like her kids, all she needed to do was tire her out and everything would probably be fine. Renting out a beach house with all the cool stuff hadn't been her worst idea. Now all she needed to do was keep Charlie fed and entertained for the entire week and she would probably get away without having sex.

"Santana, come on jet-skis," Charlie says as she ran down the long dock to take a closer look at the jet-skis.

Santana sighed, there was also another way to get Charlie's mind off sex but she didn't actually want her wife in pain and miserable for the entire week. "Charlie. I am not taking care of you if you end up getting a sunburn—"

"You vowed in sickness and in health!" Charlie retorts bending down to take a look at the blue and red jet skis. She definitely wanted the red one.

"Yes, I did make those vows, didn't I? Whatever was I thinking?" Santana groaned, she had lost her wife to the shininess. "At least help me take the rest of our luggage inside."

Charlie turns for a moment and smiles at Santana before standing back up and jogging over grabbing the bags that she had dropped on her way to check out the jet skis. "Of course, then you can put on that new swimsuit that I wasn't supposed to know about and then we can go on the jet-skis."

Santana narrowed her eyes and gently swatted Charlie's shoulder. "After—" Santana prompted. She really wasn't going to take care of another one of Charlie's sunburns, vow or no vow. It was a lie she told herself, she always did.

Charlie sighed dramatically, "Yeah. I know. We need to put our stuff away for the week and then I'm going to put on my ugly Hawaiian shirt that you thought you donated to Goodwill, and my over-priced sunglasses which you find attractive—"

"You look like a douche," Santana corrects. She had been certain that she had burned that god awful Hawaiian shirt of hers. She would need to do better this time, she knew Charlie only wore that shirt to offend her eyes and sensibilities.

"For better, for worse," Charlie sings.

Santana groaned, "Yes, I know I'm the one that said yes. You somehow managed to charm me. But I'm serious Charlie." She would just need to steal it and burn it before Charlie got her hands on the shirt.

Charlie grinned, "Okay, alright. We put the stuff away for the week neatly like you like, and then you help me put sunscreen all over," Charlie wiggled her eyebrows at Santana, attempting to be suggestive.

Santana stared at Charlie for a moment before inhaling deeply. "You're such a dork."

"Your dork," Charlie insists. "Is that a yes?"

Santana snorts trying to keep her nerves down as she fiddles with the keys that they had gotten for the week. "You wish."

Charlie studied Santana for a moment before groaning dramatically, "Well, I've run out of vows that I could use to my advantage," she admits. "How about if I throw out the ugly shirt, keep the glasses, and you help me with the sunscreen and then we go on the jet-skis, and everything else you have planned to keep me distracted from my quest to make you cum."

Santana coughed and dropped the keys turning to stare at Charlie, who smiled at her. She recognized the look in her eyes, it was the one she had when she did business. Of course, Charlie had figured it out, she wasn't an idiot even though she played one convincingly. "That's not what this is—"

"Santana, I love you. I do, but I thought we were done with hiding things and lying to each other," Charlie interrupts placing the luggage down and grabbing the keys.

Santana bit her lip watching as Charlie opened the door, "I'm not, I want you to have a good time so you let me plan more of these vacations. I mean as noble as your goal is to—" Charlie raised a brow and crossed her arms staring at her in a way that made her uncomfortable. "I'm not a pornstar anymore Charlie. I've had two kids, I'm a boring lawyer, I like going to church. I like occasionally making you and the children dinner and playing with my kids. I've done a lot of things to put that life behind me and now that you know—you're going to expect it," Santana breathes deeply as she gets it all out. How could Charlie not see?

Charlie blinks, it was honest and raw and she could see the worry etched on Santana's face and quickly moves to hug her tightly. "I don't want you to be a pornstar Santana. I just want to be able to get you off so you can enjoy sex as much as I do," Charlie insists. "I don't want you to be that person, I just want you to be my wife, the mother of my children and the kickass lawyer, who enjoys teasing me non-stop. I don't need you to be that person."

Santana swallowed, "You say that now, but I need you to be—more adventurous." Santana glances up at Charlie's face but only sees confusion. "The sex has been—stale for awhile, and I had hoped—I wanted for it to get more—involved than the quick missionary style sex we've been having. I know we have two children and sometimes a quickie is all we have time for but—I miss it."

Charlie stared at Santana for a moment, "Oh."

Santana watched as Charlie's shoulders shrunk back and Charlie began to pull away, and she realized that her wife's feelings were hurt. "Charlie. You're not terrible at sex—"

"I know I'm not terrible at sex," Charlie interrupts. "I'm mad at you. We've got a week away from the kids, which we've had four times and you've never brought it up that you wanted to get a bit kinky with me. I mean I just want to make you orgasm over and over again! I mean come on Santana. I didn't even know there was a problem till you told me."

Santana watched as Charlie huffed and puffed for a moment, her heart warming slightly. "For better or worse?" She offers and Charlie turns to her and smiles, her anger dissipating quickly. "I'm not a pornstar Charlie."

"I know, but I haven't pleased you sexually in years, I want to make it right," Charlie insists.

"It's not that I just—I don't want you to lose respect for me," Santana presses.

"Santana, my love, you gave birth to both of my children. They were fat babies. There is nothing on this planet that will make me think any less of you. Nothing you could do that would make me lose respect for you. I mean I love you. You know I love you, plus I made a vow to honor you, and I am trying to do that."

Santana laughed, "I don't think that line meant make me orgasm a million times," she points out smiling reaching to take Charlie's hand.

"Santana," Charlie groans but smiles and pulls Santana close.

"But, you'll have to put on sunscreen first and put the clothes away," Santana smiles and taps Charlie's nose. "Then I'll think about it."

"And then we go on the jet skis," Charlie insists glancing at the jet skis. "I call the—"

"Red one is mine," Santana interrupts and smiles at Charlie who puffs out her cheeks. She can't help but lean in and kiss one of Charlie's puffed out cheeks. "If we do this—if I let go then you can't complain and you can't run away," she murmurs into Charlie's ear.

"Why would I run away—" Charlie gulped when she saw the smile on Santana's face it was one that now would be the best time to run, it looked downright evil. Yet she could practically feel the tightness in her shorts. This was going to be an interesting anniversary.