AN: M rated chapter

PJ

"I am happy," Gillian noted with a smile. "Are you happy?"

"Yep," Cal agreed easily. The burn in his groin was starting to get distracting. But that wasn't what she meant. She meant happy feelings-wise. And he was. But standing next to her happiness made him feel small and a bit like he was in a shadow. "Gill," he murmured, a warning. "I."

"Shh," Gillian told him, kissing him deeply this time. They sunk lower into the water. Cal gave a sudden surge with his feet to keep them from submerging.

"This isn't workin'," Cal complained, which had been his original grievance if she had let him voice it. He felt a surge of desperation as Gillian looked around, knowing she was about to move away from him. He didn't want her gone.

"Over there," she directed, moving her hand to gesture behind her. There was a small beach on the other side of the giant rock they had jumped off. It took a while to get momentum going through the water but they started to swim toward. Together. By the time Cal felt solid ground under his foot, soft silt, his heart was pounding and he was a little breathless. Or was that because of Gillian? He grabbed her around the hips before she could get too far away from him, dislodging her feet, tangling her legs in his. She lost her balance but he controlled her fall to the shallow water. She looked up at him, her gaze already glassy and her breath pronounced.

Cal lowered himself over her, feeling the sharp edge of her knee in his hip until she moved it. His fingers sunk into the soft white sand by her shoulder as he pressed his stomach against hers. She shifted beneath of him and her arms dropped to his waist as Cal let his mouth meet hers. He slid his tongue against hers and she let him in. He teased her mouth slowly and deeply, noting her hands were distracted enough to go still against his waist, simply hanging on. He shifted to her neck, licking the freshwater from her skin. There was the slight bitter chemical tang of coconut sunscreen; it smelt great but tasted like shit.

Cal shifted his right hand, the one that wasn't covered in sand, between their bodies, lower, over her stomach, pulling his hips back a little to make more room. He found himself, hard, and shifted his hips to the side so he could get to her underwear. Gillian's hands went into his hair, tugging his mouth down to kiss him again. Then she gave a sudden little groan and shifted her hips. Cal felt the edge of lace and quickly slid his fingers against her. Gillian groaned louder and Cal almost told her to be quieter. But he remembered they were outside. And alone. On a deserted island. It was just them.

Oh screw that then.

Cal pulled away from Gillian and yoinked her underwear away. Gillian's eyes went wider in surprise but she went for the change in pace. She scratched her nails down his back, then shifted around his arm to his chest, pinching both his nipples between the pads of her fingers. Cal gave a little growl and pushed a finger inside her, making her hips buck up towards him. Cal curled his finger up and she gave a whimper. "Oh wow."

She was hot. Fiery hot, compared to the coolness of the water. They were still partly underwater too and it was quite a contrast. Cal shifted his wrist to press his thumb and slipped another finger inside her, while he lowered his mouth to her breast. "Cal," Gillian moaned. He had to wiggle his way in there though, around her bra, which didn't give him an inch of room. Perhaps it was because the material was saturated from their swim. Cal could feel the sun beating down on his back, already hot after the quick rain shower, which had lead to all this naughtiness in the first place. He pictured her again, spinning around in the rain in nothing but her underwear. This honeymoon was already a lot more fun than the last one he had been on.

Cal brought Gillian to the edge, to the point where her eyes were closed and her breath was gasped and she waited, waited. Gillian teased him right to the edge too, so when he finally couldn't stand it any longer it really didn't take them much to come together and climax simultaneously, their cries and grunts of delight dancing across the expanse of the meadow, the splash of water behind them repelling the vibrations on that side.

"Mm wow," Gillian noted as she regained her senses.

Cal slipped away from her and dropped to the sand against her side. "You say that every time."

"That's because every time warrants such enthusiasm," Gillian noted.

Cal turned his head to see her. She still had her eyes closed. "You all right ova there?"

"Uh huh."

Cal sat up. "I've lost my undawear."

Gillian's eyes opened abruptly. "Really?"

"Yeah," Cal felt around in the water by his ankles and came up empty. He only managed to stir up the silt. He wasn't sure when they'd even been discarded.

"Lucky no one's around to see huh?" Gillian teased sitting up beside him.

"Lucky I'm not shy," Cal gave her a salacious grin and stood. He rushed forward a few more feet and dived under the water again, feeling it cool his skin delightfully, instantly. When he surfaced again he turned to the beach to see Gillian sitting there, watching him. She had redressed herself, as much was possible with only underwear. "Are you comin' in?"

Gillian raised a hand and curled her finger at him. "Come here," she countered.

Cal dipped beneath the surface of the water and swam forward. He surfaced again and breast stroked toward her. When he reached her, Cal realised she had snuck further down into the water. She put out her arms and Cal swam in closer; her hands dropped to his butt and gave a squeeze. He smiled and Gillian grinned again; the water setting off her eyes; glittering sparkles. "Back to reality soon."

"No," Cal murmured. "Don't ruin it."

Gillian gave him a soft kiss. "Ok. I'll change the subject. Feed me I'm starving."

"Right," Cal agreed. He set his feet on the silted bottom and walked them out of the water. As it got shallower Gillian wrapped her legs around his waist. It was hard to stand, with her weight around him, but he managed it and walked up the short beach, also difficult with a body clinging to him. But once he was on the grass again he was fine. He walked them over to the tree, where their clothes were in saturated heaps and the backpack was damp.

Cal wrung the water out of his shorts and put them on still wet while Gillian laughed at him and teased him about the water making him wrinkly. Cal shot her a dirty look but she scampered off to lay her clothes and shoes out on the rock to dry; Cal threw his t-shirt in her general vicinity and she lay it out too. By the time they got back to their blanket it was only slightly damp. Gillian spread out the food the resort had packed for them; sandwiches and other finger foods, fruit and bottled water. They ate and basked in the sun and Gillian sat closer to rub more sun block onto Cal's exposed skin while he tried to pack away the empty food containers.

"Sit still," Gillian complained.

"Make me," Cal retorted.

Gillian slipped her fingers around the back of Cal's necking, smoothing the lotion into his skin. "I'll show you my tits," she whispered against his ear.

Cal dropped the bottle of water he had been screwing the lid back on to. It spilt in his lap and over Gillian's thigh and she laughed as she drew back. There was a damp patch right over Cal's groin. "Now I look like I pissed myself."

"Or got over excited," Gillian countered.

Cal looked up and gave her a grin. "Can't say I've been accused of that before."

Gillian smirked and turned her back, holding the sun block bottle over her shoulder. Cal finished with the water and took the bottle of lotion from her hand. He started with her lower back, smoothing white over her bronzed skin, then moved higher, slipping his fingers beneath her bra straps. Gillian slathered her arms and legs while Cal started on her shoulders. He got more lotion and smoothed his fingers over her small muscles. He curved into the shape of her neck firmly and Gillian went still. "That feels really great," she told him softly.

Cal leaned down to take her ear between his teeth and she gave a little jolt. She brought up a hand to his face, cupping his jaw, smoothing past his ear to curl at the back of his head. She turned, tugging her own ear of this grip and pushing his head forward a bit to meet her mouth. The kiss was slow and delicious and it sent heat to Cal's stomach; longing and contentment.

Cal broke from his wife's mouth to crawl around her. She opened her legs and pulled him in against him, meeting his mouth again for another warm kiss. Gillian slowly lowered them backwards to the blanket and smoothed a foot around Cal's calf, shifting her hips until they were aligned with his. She wrapped her arms around the back of his shoulders and kissed him again, slowly exploring. Cal gave a little pleased hum and dropped his hips lower against hers, so she had more of his weight than he did.

Gillian was still in her underwear so Cal smoothed a hand up behind her back to unhook her bra. It was a tight fit, and the ground had zero yield on it. Gillian laughed a little when he struggled. "Amateur," she murmured against his jaw and lifted her shoulders to give him more room. He removed her bra, sliding the straps along her arms and tossing it to the side. He lowered his head to her neck, brushing his chest against her nipples and kissing a trail down her greasy sun-blocked skin; smelt great, tasted disgusting. But her breast wasn't covered in that crap and Cal spent happy minutes sucking and licking and biting, sharing out the attention until Gillian gave a huff and bucked her hips against him. Before he could move she clawed her hands over his back to the front of his shoulders and pushed him away a little. She pressed kisses against his chest, brushing her fingernails against his nipples, until Cal caught her hands and kissed her mouth deeply.

With Gillian distracted Cal shifted further down her legs, pulling at her underwear once again. Gillian lifted her bum from the blanket to help him and Cal tossed the material to the side as well. He pushed her back by the shoulder so she was on her elbows, then curled a hand into the back of her right knee, massaging softly, tickling with his fingertips. Cal knew somewhere else that didn't taste like sun block. He shifted back on his knees and slid his left hand under her butt to lift it a little further from the ground. Gillian shifted her left leg to his shoulder and lay back; Cal could hear her panting softly in anticipation.

And then she let rip a moan as he made contact. Cal sensed the blanket bunching next to her hips, where her hands had been resting a moment before. As Cal built her higher, her fingers slid into his hair, and then higher still and they were gone again. Gillian started to shift and squirm. Her thighs tried to close around him and her hips left the blanket. Cal raised a hand to push her back, getting his shoulder in there as a permanent wedge, and when her hands came back, tugging his hair, grasping and clawing, he used his hand to pull her fingers away. When she started to fall he withdrew his mouth and replaced it with his fingers, feeling the way she fluttered against them, making him grow harder than he already was, getting painful against his shorts. He balanced his body weight precariously, one hand against her, his left undoing the button and fly to let himself go free, watching as she writhed, her face contorted beautifully, her nipples taught against her chest.

Then he moving up her again quickly, wanting to be inside her to feel her pleasure before he missed it. Gillian opened her eyes as he settled above her, hooking her arms around his neck and drawing him in for a kiss. When Cal pushed against her she startled and tipped her hips back and froze and Cal was surprised and then he could feel it, like the low rumble of an earthquake in the distance, unsure at first, then it raced forwards and Gillian trembled again with another, weaker this time, but still detectable, orgasm. "Oh!" She called out, her eyes closing again and shifting her hips up into him, her arms wrapping tighter against him, her head coming up to hook her chin over his shoulder.

Cal held her as she came again, rocking his hips slowly, sliding in and out gently; she felt amazing and he was having a hard time keeping it together. He hadn't quite finished. When Gillian started to come down again Cal lowered her back to the blanket, leaning over her again to tease her ear as he went a little deeper this time. Gillian moved her legs up, to his waist, as high as she could reach, which deepened the angle, just how Cal liked it, and hooked her ankles behind his back. She brought her arms up, rubbing his left ear with her right hand, using her left to brush her palm against his nipple. Then she looked up at him and her eyes were striking. Cal lowered his head to kiss her and she uttered a quick 'yes' just before their lips met.

Gillian sucked on his bottom lip and nipped at his tongue. Cal started to move a little faster and her legs dislodged but she pushed back with her hips and shifted her hands to grip his ass tightly, urging him on. Cal swallowed and found purchase for his toes in the grass. "Gillian," he whispered against her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," Gillian murmured back and then she pretty much lost it. She arched her head back, extending her neck to a kissable length and Cal descended on it, feeling her quivering all around him, hearing the huffs of breath from her mouth as pleasure washed over her again. And then she started squeezing at him from inside and Cal fought for control for as long as possible, so he could make their love-making last for as long as possible, and then he caved, thrusting into her hard in succession until he also exploded. His elbows unlocked, dropping him to her in a sweaty shaking mess. She didn't seem to care though, because instead of shoving him off her in disgust, she held him tighter, kissing his forehead tenderly.

When Cal came to Gillian was cradling his head against her chest and he was half lying on her, half to the side on the blanket. He looked up at her and she met his eye with a smile. "Can I say it this time?"

"Be my guest."

"Bloody wow," Cal muttered. He shifted to kiss her mouth and she was hot and exciting but he was completely spent. Cal shifted over to be able to reach better; he wanted more. More and more of her. He wondered if he'd ever get bored.

Gillian smoothed a hand over the back of his shoulder blade. "Oh Cal you're back."

"What?" He turned is head, expecting the worse. Wouldn't be the first time she'd drawn blood.

"You're going to get sunburnt," Gillian said instead. Cal couldn't see any redness but he hardly got the chance to look. Gillian shoved him back and turned, grabbing a hand full of the picnic blanket with her. That was a blanket on loan from the resort and they had probably made a right mess all over it just now. Gillian pulled the blanket out from beneath her until it reached right over Cal and covered them both completely like a cocoon. "Now it's just you and me in the world," she whispered.

Cal quite liked the idea of that. He pulled her closer so she was lying over him completely and pushed the hair out of her face; it was tickling him. He kissed randomly, feeling a nose and then a chin and then a giggle. Cal gave her a squeeze in the dimness of their little cave. He closed his eyes and imagined they were anywhere in the world. And what came to him was their bed at home; their safe haven.

"I wonda what the time is."

"No," Gillian reprimanded. "Don't ruin it."

"You want the boat people to come back and see us like this? You've got no clothes on."

Gillian gave a 'hmph'. As Cal's heart rate came down again he was aware of how sticky they were, sweat mingling with greasy sun block and making love. Cal shifted to sit them up, Gillian almost a dead weight against his chest. He was a lot stronger than he thought himself to be, because even though she didn't help and protested and clung on to him, snuggling her face into his neck, he still managed it. "One more swim," Cal murmured. "Then we should go." Gillian gave a displeased grunt. But she slid to the side and let the blanket fall away. Cal stood and stepped out of his shorts, heading back for the water. Gillian called something rude at his retreating back so Cal gave his ass a little shake as he waded into the water. His foot trod on what felt like material, so he stooped to pick it up. It was his underwear. Cal pulled them from the water and wrung the excess out, checking there was no unfortunate collection of sand in there either.

"That's impressive luck," Gillian noted, completely naked, from the water's edge. Cal eyed her up, then tossed the clothing to her. She laid them out on the rock to also dry in the sun, and turned over the other clothes. Cal waded back up the beach to meet her as she started to step into the water. "It's cold," she complained, goose flesh erupting along her arms.

Cal pulled her closer against him, embracing her as he stepped backwards. When the water was up to his waist he crouched, pulling Gillian down with him. He told her he'd keep her warm and smoothed his hands over the skin of her back, washing away the sun block and the sweat. He massaged her shoulders and neck and Gillian dropped her head against his, sitting in his lap, telling him it felt nice. Cal ran his hands over her arms, her legs, the inside of her thighs, washing everything away. Gillian's fingers fluttered against his back but mostly she just sat there and let him.

Once they were clean they got out and lay in the sun, on the grass, to dry off the worst of the water, then got dressed. Cal's underwear was still damp but remarkably dry for such a short amount of time in the sun. Gillian directed the use of sun lotion once more, then they folded up the blanket and packed away the last of the drinking water into the bag and headed back for the beach they had started on. They sat in the shade of a coconut palm to wait for the boat. They could have radioed ahead to say they were ready early but they only had to wait an hour or so. It felt like no time at all because they talked or sat in comfortable silence. Gillian rested her head on Cal's shoulder. And it was nice. Warm and comfortable; no pressure, no need to be someone or do something, just be. Just be together. It was just so nice.

This was day two of marriage. Cal wondered where they'd be in twenty years. He hoped in a good place. A place as nice as this.