They stood on the brilliant white beach and watched the boat speed away and Cal had a sudden thought that they could be abandoned on the island and die there. That was morbid and this wasn't a TV show. And there was another inhabited island not too far away. Within swimming distance anyway. It would be a bit of a swim but doable; Cal was confident in the water. Plus they were carrying a radio to signal in case some sort of emergency occurred. They were going to explore the private island for most of the day and get picked up in the afternoon again. They were to meet the boat back there at three pm. They had a picnic lunch. This was Gillian's pick.

"Shall we?" She suggested.

"We shall," Cal reached over to take her hand. "But let's start out slow." She gave a little laugh and let him guide her down the beach. It took them an hour to walk around the island and once they were back at the starting point they stopped for water and a snack before heading inland. There were paths worn clear on the little island by other feet but nothing official. The sound of birds was loud in the underbrush and without the fierce heat of the sun it was cool.

Near the middle of the island was a short water fall and swimming hole. Apparently. And that was where Gillian was interested in heading. She thought a picnic by the fresh water would be nice. Cal let Gillian go in front and she picked the way aimlessly, looking around all the time at birds or plants, stopping to point out something interesting to Cal. He spent most of his time staring at her ass.

After twenty minutes of slightly uphill hiking they broke out into a meadow. The waterfall gushed ahead; the drop was probably only two or three meters. There was a large tree right at the water's edge where a rope had been tied. The end trailed in the wide water hole at the base of the waterfall. It was deep, they had been assured, but not clear. The sun beat down fiercely again now that they were out of the undergrowth, as if recapturing them meant it would not let them out of its grasp again. Cal found himself a little puffed and stood still while Gillian moved forward into the ankle length grass. A butterfly took off from its hiding place amongst the leaves of a bush and Cal noticed it was silent, aside from the sound of crashing water; they must have spooked the birds.

Cal headed over to Gillian who was inspecting the water. She gave him a smile as he approached. "We could go swimming later," she suggested. "After we have lunch?"

"Sure," Cal agreed easily.

"Are you hungry? We could eat now."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll eat now," Cal told her, slinging the backpack from his shoulders. His back was prickly with sweat and he felt disgusting. A swim was incredibly appealing.

"More sun screen first I think," Gillian looked up at the sky. It was brilliant blue. "We probably sweated off the first dose."

Cal dug in the bag for the bottle and handed it over. He dropped the backpack to the ground while he waited for Gillian to squirt a dollop of white liquid into the palm of her hand, and shook out their picnic blanket. Once Gillian was finished, Cal took the bottled and did the same, starting with his arms, then bending slightly to do his legs, particularly the back of his calves, that were looking suspiciously pink. He put the bottle in the bag again and straightened up.

"It's gotten dark," Gillian suddenly turned to him with a frown. They both looked up at the impressive black cloud looming over them like an alien space ship from a horror movie about to strike with a vaporising laser.

"Well that doesn't look good," Cal noted. He felt the sudden pressure of a large droplet of water against the crown on his skull. He looked over at his new wife and she was watching him. More droplets pelted intermittently and she hunched her shoulders, as if that would protect her. She stepped toward him and then the sky opened up.

"Oh!" Gillian let out, surprised.

Cal grabbed the bag and moved towards her, hustling towards the closest tree. There wasn't going to be a lot of protection under it but that was better than just standing out in the complete onslaught. He was too slow though, or the rain was too fast; they were soaked through in the ten seconds it took to relocate. Gillian's hair hung in saturated clumps, the ends dripping, and her clothes were dark and clinging to her figure as they stood, getting over the shock. "Oh my god," she laughed, clutching at her top to pull it away from her stomach.

"Not a lot of warnin' on that," Cal agreed, dumping the bag against the trunk. His clothes felt heavy against his skin, but at least it wasn't so hot. Even his shoes were soaked, his toes felt damp. A drip hit the back of his neck and slid under his t-shirt, making him shiver even though it was far from freezing. The rain had lowered the temperature a few degrees though. And it was loud, drumming against the ground and trees and the water of the swimming hole a few meters away. Gillian suddenly pulled the singlet off over her head, revealing the practical black bra she had on underneath. "Day two of marriage and gone is the sexy undawear," Cal grinned.

Gillian gave him a smirk and kicked off her shoes while undoing the buttons of her short shorts. "What are you doin'?" Cal asked, surprised.

"I've always wanted to dance in the rain," Gillian answered.

Cal blinked, more shocked. "You what?"

"No one's here," Gillian stooped to pull off her socks.

"Was the prerequisite for the dance to be conducted naked?" Cal watched her, his voice rising higher with astonishment.

"Well I don't want my clothes to get wet," Gillian responded lightly, wiggling her shorts over her hips. They dropped to her feet and revealed black lace.

Cal stared, mouth slightly again. "It take it back," he growled and Gillian shot him a look before taking off at a run out into the rain. Cal watched her kind of, frolic and skip and then throw her head back, arms spread wide, to laugh at the rain. In her underwear. Merlin's beard. The rain started to ease and her grin turned to a pout. She looked over at him. "Are you going to join me?" She called.

Cal actually thought about saying 'no', he was quite happy watching, but the rain eased up a little more, so it was more misty and he thought 'why the hell not'? He pulled off his shirt and Gillian catcalled. He whipped the shirt around his head like a helicopter and rotated his hips. Gillian clapped her hands and laughed. She said something else Cal didn't catch. He kicked his shoes off and peeled away his damp socks, then made sure she was watching while he undid the button of his shorts and the fly.

"Hurry up!" She called and this time Cal heard her. "Let's go swimming!" And she turned and ran to the edge of the large rock jutting out over the water. She took a second to look in, then jumped, so her feet cut through the water and she left a delicate little splash. Cal watched intently until she surfaced. She wiped the water from her eyes and turned to him. He stepped out of his shorts and headed towards her, his gait quickening until he leapt the last few feet into air. He struck the water in a cannonball. It was colder than he had expected and it shocked him all over for a second until he acclimatised. When he broke the surface Gillian was already practically on him, breast stroking into his chest. Cal couldn't reach the bottom, and he had no idea what was beneath his feet. He had to tread water, which was harder to do with someone else hanging on to him.

"Hm," Gillian hummed as she came in close and pressed a kiss against his lips. The rain had stopped completely now and Cal could feel her legs working to keep her head above the water even as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The sun came out again.

"This is terribly naughty," Cal noted, moving his left arm around her waist. His right he kept swimming back and forth to keep his head above the water.

"What? Practically skinny dipping?"

Cal felt her hand slide down his chest to his groin. He gripped her harder.

"We're in underwear Cal," she pointed out. "And no one is around." She gave him a sultry smile, her blue eyes bright in the reflected light from the sun on the water. "You bring out the naughtiness in me," she murmured before giving him another quick kiss. She tasted like fresh water.e steHe s

Cal chuckled and she gave a grin, flashing her teeth. "You seem happy," he said before he pressed a kiss against his wife's lips. His wife.

"I am happy Cal," Gillian told him firmly, smiling, eyes crinkling in confirmation. She looked happy. Incredibly happy and she laughed so much and was so light. Cal was happy too, he was, but not in the way Gillian seemed to be; so giddy with it. He didn't feel like that inside. He wondered what it felt like.

Gillian kissed him again. "You know Cal. No one is around."

Cal focussed on her again. Her eyes were serious all of a sudden.