Rick was dreaming a sweet, pleasant dream, one that involved Alexis, a faceless woman that appeared to seem a bit like Kate, and a few other rugrats running around. In his dream, he was sitting next to the Kate-like woman when he leaned over and caught a whiff of her hair. He stirred.

Wait. . .that smell. . .it isn't a dream. Opening his eyes, hair was all he saw. He hadn't even realized that her hair was in his face, but he didn't mind in the least—it smelled wonderful. He pulled his sleeping wife snugly against his chest and breathed her in. Rick fell back asleep within minutes.

About an hour later, the sunlight woke Kate up, but Rick was nowhere to be found. Lazily, she rolled over, stretching and letting out a little squeal of pleasure as the muscles pleasantly burned. When she turned her head to see if Rick was just further away in the bed, she saw nothing but their empty honeymoon suite.

Face scrunching up, Kate sat up and attempted to peer through the sliding glass door to see if he was out on the balcony. She couldn't see him. She got up and went to the bathroom, partly to see if he was in there, partly to use it. Once her face was washed and teeth were brushed, she decided to go bask in the sun for a while. Rick would be back when he would be back; she'd wait for him here.

Kate changed into her favorite bathing suit—a white bikini—and grabbed her iPod, sliding open the door between their room and the wonderful Cabo weather. She jumped and squealed as she felt hands slide around her waist, had to stop herself from using her cop skills to take him down.

His chuckle made itself known to her as a cold puff of air on her shoulder, a sweet sound in her ear, and vibrations in the strong chest behind her.

"Geez, you scared me," Kate laughed, leaning back into the solid wall of man standing behind her. "I almost took you down!"

"Really?" Kate shivered as he husked it in her ear.

They were standing facing the glass door to their room, his arms around her waist holding her tight swaying to music that wasn't there, her hand reaching back to run through his hair. "Yeah," she said softly, seductively. "I am a cop, after all, and a pretty good one."

Pulling her just a little closer, he whispered against her ear, "Yeah you are." And as suddenly as he appeared, he pulled away from her. She whined a little at the loss, feeling a bit like a horny teenager, drawn to him by some invisible force that wouldn't let up.

When she turned around, Rick was already laying one of the two pool chairs. "Tease," she said quietly as she made her way to the other (very well-cushioned) pool chair. She didn't notice that he watched her spray on her tanning oil and rub it in; he was lying on his stomach with his head facing her and sunglasses on.

"Man, your legs are killer," he said to her, startling her and making her laugh.

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A few hours later found the two at a restaurant down the street, a fun little Mexican place. They laughed and ate and drank just a little. Once lunch was over, they decided to walk around and visit the little shops.

Rick nearly pulled Kate's arm out of socket when he stopped in front of a little shop that sold hand-made hats.

"What the-"

Rick gave Kate an apologetic look until she rolled her eyes at him and tilted her head to the side, trying to appear annoyed. Then he smiled and said, "You would look so cute in one of these floppy hats!"

Unable to resist, Kate smiled at him. "You think?"

Pulling her toward the stand, Rick gave her his most charming smile. "I do."

Kate followed him to a rack of sun hats and unceremoniously plopped one on her head.

"Well?" she asked, modeling for him.

Rick looked her over. She was wearing a black tube top with a long tan skirt and strappy sandals. Her hair was wavy and seemed golden in the sunlight, her sunglasses protecting her perfectly done-up eyes from the harsh sun. The hat was just the icing on top.

Wordlessly, Rick placed one hand on the top of her head to keep the hat in place, the other slid around her waist as he kissed her. The kiss was passionate and heated, far too sensual for public. In fact, they only pulled away when someone whistled at them.

Breathlessly, Rick looked at the proprietor of the little shop (who was smiling knowingly at them), held out some money, and said, "We'll take it."

They spent the next few hours walking around the city, sightseeing and laughing, just enjoying each other's company. The conversation didn't delve into anything too serious, so most of their evening was spent laughing, teasing, joking. Both Rick and Kate were becoming more attached to one another by the minute.

By the time they had made their way back to the hotel, the sun was setting and they were both starving.

"So what are you thinking for dinner?" Rick asked Kate.

She didn't answer immediately, though, instead feeling slightly lustful after the day (and that kiss). Instead, she looked him up and down suggestively, causing his eyes to go wide. "I think we should dine at the hotel this evening."

The grin that grew on Rick's face was sure self-satisfaction. "Sounds perfect."

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Dinner was delicious. They had eaten and then decided to grab a quick drink at the hotel's bar, not wanting to stray too far from their room in case their self-restraint snapped. While they were sitting at the bar, though, chatting away, the sexual tension palpable between them, some drunk blonde stumbled her way up to the bar. Kate glanced at her as the blonde ordered yet another drink and rolled her eyes, Rick too caught up in his story to notice what was happening. That is, until the blonde forced herself between Rick and Kate, much to their annoyance.

"Hi, I'm Amy," the blonde said. "You're, like, super hot, d'you know that?"

Rick poked his head around Amy's waist to give Kate an apologetic look. Returning his attention back to Amy, he smiled politely and said, "Yeah, my wife thinks so, too." He looked at Kate again, who winked at him.

Obviously, Amy was too drunk to realize what was happening, because she completely glossed over the 'wife' comment. "So, my friends and I are going to this party in a few minutes. You wanna come?"

Behind Amy, Kate rolled her eyes. She didn't like that Amy was encroaching on her newly gained territory, but she wasn't really one to act jealous. She'd wait for Rick to signal before she interfered. Sure enough, just after Amy asked him to run off with her, he glanced around her again, this time a pleading look on his face.

Taking the hint, Kate stood, walked around Amy, and swiveled Rick's barstool so he was facing her instead of the intrusive blonde. Not waiting for any cues or warnings, Kate kissed Rick. Hard. She kissed him more passionately than earlier that day, even moaning a little as he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. Kate heard Amy scoff, mutter, "Bitch," and then walk away.

Kate didn't stop kissing Rick. In fact, she pulled him to standing and wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her close. She could feel him beginning to harden against her and she subtly pressed her hips against his.

Finally pulling away, she breathlessly whispered, "Let's get out of here, Rick."

"God, yes," he whispered back.

Rick slapped $30 on the counter and, hand-in-hand, Rick and Kate briskly walked back to their hotel room, though they both suspected that they wouldn't be sleeping for quite some time.