Chapter five
'Good morning sweetheart.' Karen's green eyes looked deeply into Matt's.
'Hey gorgeous. How did you sleep?'
'Terrific. How about you?'
'Just fine. I missed you the seconds I wasn't awake. So sometimes when you were asleep, I woke up to hold you tightly and kiss your shoulder. You're so cute when you sleep.' He chuckled.
'That's so sweet of you. And I take the cute when I sleep as sarcasm.' Karen smiled.
'No, you really are. You're sleeping beauty.' Matt grabbed Karen's hand, which Karen grabbed firmly.
'I had a weird dream though.' She looked worried.
'What Kaz?' Matt kissed her hand.
'That you and I told everyone about what happened in the hotel room, and everyone started hating us…' Karen didn't look in Matt's eyes.
'Oh sweetie, why? Don't worry… I mean, I've actually put a lot of thoughts in us.' He looked at Karen with a deep passionate look.
'You have? What did you think of?'
'I thought of how we could live together, how mad and fantastic it would be. And how I would dump Daisy, and you would dump Patrick of course.'
'But Matt it isn't that easy. You love Daisy, and I love Patrick. We can't just leave them like we shared a cab.' Karen caressed Matt's hand.
'I know. But we have to go back to London and talk to them. I just don't know Karen, us two; it felt so right last night.' Said Matt, looking dreamy.
'It did. Just so you know Matt, I'm not just your shag mate.' Karen giggled.
'Are you insane Kaz? You're way more to me than that…' He chuckled too. 'Damn, I just realized, I banged a frigging hot red headed seductress!'
'Yes you did.' She laughed.
'And I sure as hell loved it. You're so hot.' Matt grinned, the usual way he always does.
Matt and Karen got dressed after a while of chatting. They still had 4 interviews to go to, in four days. The days passed quickly, Matt and Karen were very in love, and they had hot sex every night, went to the most romantic restaurants, and explored Spain like a married couple. You could tell they were smitten with each other. The only thing that bothered them both was their partners. Matt still loved Daisy too, and of course Karen loved Patrick too since she's been with him for over six years. And the gossip magazines would probably explode if they would break up with their partners at the same time, and then tell everyone they got together. It would be wrong. It would be too easy.
The last day in Spain, after their interview, Matt and Karen wanted to provide from the hot sun in Spain, before going back to rainy England. So they went to Barcelona, and visited the beach.
Karen wore her sexy red bikini, and her ray-ban sunglasses. Matt wore his handsome black swimming trunk.
'Wow, don't we look saucayyy today.' Karen giggled and winked at Matt, as they picked a spot on the beach.
'No, you're the saucy one. I'm just the walking milk bottle with ray-ban glasses.' He chuckled.
'Matt shut your face, you look handsome as hell. Have you seen that body?' She looked at him from top to toe.
'I have, I still have no idea what you're talking about.' He grinned.
They put their towels on the soft white sand, and a parasol between it. They were carrying drinks they ordered, of course, it were sex on the beach cocktails. The sun was shining really flashy, but the summer breeze made sun tanning possible. Until it got to the point where the breeze was gone, they were literally burning alive.
'Oh my god! Matt my back is totally red I think.' Karen groaned when she touched her back.
'Nah, it's okay. But it's getting red. Let me put more sunscreen on you Kazza.' Matt grinned and grabbed the sunscreen oil.
He massaged Karen's back gently, and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. No one was really looking, because there weren't a lot of Doctor Who fans in Barcelona.
'You're such a gentleman Matt…' Karen said with a teasy voice.
'Especially for you m'lady.' He grinned.
After a while, it just became impossible to sun tan. So they both decided to have a swim in the ocean. Running hand in hand, as two happy gangly foxes, they both screeched like a little girl when they jumped in the cold, cold ocean.
'Oh my! The water is so cold and salty!' Karen cried.
'That's why there's also Ocean Salt in the supermarkets, you noob.' Matt swam to Karen, stood up on the ocean bottom, and lifted her up.
'You really like lifting me up, don't you?'
'you're just so, liftable.' Matt kissed her salty thighs. Then, he put Karen down again, stood behind her and squeezed her bum.
'Owee!' Karen giggled and turned around. 'You bad boy!' She was grinning from ear to ear.
They swam until the water reached their necks, and the people of the beach were as small as Barbie dolls. Matt swam really close to Karen, and undid her bikini top.
'Matt… what are you doing?' Karen said, turning red.
'Loving you.' Matt hugged her tightly, and then he started kissing her lips, and squeezing her bum. This made Karen giggle again. Matt grinned, and then he kissed her neck, cheek, lips, and back to neck again. His hand reached in her bikini bottom. Karen was enjoying his sensuality. She teased him back, by placing her hand in his swimming trunk. He groaned when her fingers closed around his penis.
He rubbed her clit, and then he slowly inserted a finger into her. She moaned softly, and started rubbing his love muscle.
'Your hands feel so great on me, Karen…'
'Your fingers feel so great in me, Matt…'
They pleased each other, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster. They kissed passionately, and their tongues were collided again.
They moaned and groaned at each other's hands. 'God Matt, You're so good at this…'
'as are you, Karen.'
After a little time, they got a shivering orgasm.
'Fuck yeah, Karen.' 'Hell yeah, Matt.'
She bit his lip gently, and sucked on it. He replied by gently tugging her hair. 'You're so sexy, your luscious lips, your long sexy legs, you drive me crazy.'

They returned back to the coast. Matt's six-pack had water dripping off it, and Karen's long red hair, had water trickling down from it.
They were definitely the sexiest 'couple' on the beach. They went back to Madrid just in time to freshen up at their hotel, check out, and leave for London.
Though the mood was not as it was before. They were both lost again, lost in thoughts, lost in their own lives. Scared of what people would think, scared of reactions, scared of hatred.
Scared of being themselves.