On deck!
Fran leans back against the board side. Everything was perfect. They had celebrated a true fairy tale wedding and now they were all alone on this magnificent yacht. (Well, except for the staff, but that doesn't count)
She closes her eyes and enjoys the fresh breeze. Then she hears the click of a camera. Maxwell is standing in front of her, taking picture after picture.
"Hey!"
"Sorry darling! But you just looked stunning! I couldn't resist."
Fran melts away at this compliment. She dances for him in various poses, and Maxwell continues to diligently take pictures. In the midst of this, they hear a distinguished clearing of the throat.
"Excuse me! But maybe the gentlemen would like some photos together?"
A member of the service staff has appeared out of nowhere. Fran and Maxwell gratefully accept the offer. Maxwell briefly explains the camera and the friendly waiter snaps a few shots of them. After Fran and Maxwell mention it was enough. The waiter disappears into thin air again.
In an intimate embrace, they stand there and glance out onto the sea. Both are overjoyed at that moment. Fran stands on a small ledge and looks down into the depths. Anxiously, Maxwell holds her and brings her back down.
"Watch out, darling! Otherwise, you'll fall into the water and I'll have to rescue you!"
"Don't panic, sweetheart! I'll be careful. But wouldn't that be totally romantic. We might get stranded on some deserted island. Just you and me all alone. We could sit by the fire and make love in the sand."
She starts to kiss him passionately, she nuzzles his neck, carress his face, and then her hands travel along his back. She pushes herself against him. Maxwell returns her kisses, he puts his hand around her waist. He looks her deep in the eyes and grins.
"I rather believe you would complain about the heat and all the bugs. And you would probably ruin your dress and your shoes and I would have to listen to your whining."
Fran pouts her lips.
"Absolutely not! I'm not that at all!"
"Oh yes, you are! I know yo, Darling and I love you exactly the way you are."
He tickles her with his nose and strokes her back. Fran purrs, she can't resist him. She captures his lips and a heated liplock starts. Then, his tongue travels down her neck. Fran plays with his hair and moans softly. It felt so good what he was doing to her.
But then she pulls up and smiles at him with a cheeky impression.
"You are pretty cocky. You think you know me so well?"
"Oh yeah!" He breaks away from her, reaches for the champagne in the cooler and fills two glasses.
"Here you go and Godiva chocolate!"
Fran takes her glass. As he sits down, she snuggles onto his lap.
"Not bad for the beginning." They sip their champagne and feed each other with chocolates
Fran glances at her wedding band.
"I still can't believe it! We're really married now and on the way to our honeymoon. Two months just you and me. No kids, no Maa, no Niles, no CC and no work. Just the two of us all alone!"
"Sounds like paradise darling! I'm as excited as you are."
"You know what I'm even more excited about?" She laughes mischievously at him.
"What's that darling?"
She leans in and kisses him passionately. Her tongue invades his mouth. At the same time, she openes his robe and one hand slips inside his shirt. She strokes his chest with her fingertips.
"A passionate romantic honeymoon night with you!" Maxwell groans softly. His hands roam over the thin fabric of her negligee. He kisses her with all his love and passion. His fingers stroke along her cleavage. Fran feels their both arousal growing and her desire was endless. Maxwell lifts his bride high into his arms. "I would say it's time for a scenery change, darling!" He breaths into her ear.
"I think so too!" purrs Fran.