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Date Posted: 10:47:27 05/04/07 Fri
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's message, "How We Became Us - story after Custody in the series" on 22:53:25 04/29/07 Sun
CHAPTER SIX – The Honeymoon
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Hotel Capri – Room 1025
After the excitement of the day and the feeling of completion that their post nuptial union had provided, they'd fallen asleep, tangled together and holding on to each other last night. Harm had awakened about an hour ago to use the head. He'd returned to bed and watched Mac sleep for a few minutes before closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep.
Mac woke with a need to use the bathroom. Unaware that he was awake, she slipped from the bed. On her way back to bed, she spotted her ivory nightgown on the floor. The corners of her mouth started to curl up into a smile at the thought of their lovemaking. She moved to her luggage and put the gown away. As she headed to bed again, the stack of his clothes caught her attention, and she moved towards them.
Harm knew that she'd gotten out of bed, but didn’t open his eyes. He heard her shut the bathroom door and reopen it a couple of minutes later. He waited for what he thought was enough time for her to get back into bed, but she hadn’t returned. He opened his eyes and scanned the room for her. Seeing her over by the stack of his clothes, he rolled to his side to better see what she was doing. Lying on his side facing her, his eyes focused on his dress white jacket draped over her shoulders. She stroked the polyester blend fabric like it was something far softer, obviously thinking about something. After a few strokes of the cloth with her palm, she removed the jacket and started folding it, presumably to put it back on the pile.
The jacket had been on the bottom, but Mac wasn’t trying to hide the fact that she’d had it out, and returned the folded jacket to the top of the stack. She started towards the bed and noticed that Harm had rolled to his side, facing her, but she didn't realize that he was awake until he spoke as she was crawling into bed.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked in a soft tone so as not to startle her.
"About dress whites and gold wings."
"What about them?"
"At least, when they’re your dress whites and gold wings, they aren't so overrated."
"Do you need to do more research to be sure about that?" He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
"Do we have time before we need to head to the airport?"
He mumbled, "We’ll make time" as he began to assault her senses with his touch and his kisses. As the moment arrived to blend their bodies and sate their passion, Mac made him her husband by being on top and taking them over the edge from desire to satisfaction.
Mac was in the shower when the hotel room phone rang. It was the wake up call that Harm had requested in order to make sure that they made their flight. Mac was dressed when she came out of the bathroom, carrying her wedding gown and veil. "I thought we should put everything together to make it easier for Frank." Mac draped the garment bag over the pile of Harm's clothes. When her arm came out from under the bag, she had a square box in her hand. "You're mother loaned this to me for the wedding. I didn't remember to give it back to her last night. I don't think I should just leave it with the rest of the items, so do you have a suggestion?"
"Put it in the bag with your dress. We'll leave a message on Jennifer's machine on our way to the airport for Mattie to tell Mom where it is. Since we know that no one will be there to answer, we won't get tied up with talking to anyone."
"Good plan." She unzipped the garment bag and placed the box inside. Before rezipping the bag, she turned to look at Harm who was watching her. "Are you going to shower and get ready?"
"I'm going. I'm going. I just find it difficult to take my eyes off of you." He winked and fled her wrath by hurrying into the bathroom.
Mac just rolled her eyes. His words were sweet, but if they were going to catch a plane, he needed to get dressed.
Harm knew that he needed to get moving, so he took a five-minute shower and dressed in five more. He strode out of the bathroom to gather his luggage. “You ready?” he inquired as he reached for his bag.
“I have a bag packed and I’m able to leave the hotel, but I don’t know if I’m ready.” At Harm's a puzzled look, she continued, “You told me to pack for a warm climate, but to put in long sleeves or a sweater for evening. You also said that I should bring a bathing suit. So am I ready for where you’re taking me?”
Harm moved to her and dropped his bag next to hers. “Is this your new way of asking where we’re going?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll be there in a couple of hours, so there's no reason why you can’t know now.” He took her into his arms. “We’re honeymooning in the Bahamas… warm days and tropical evening breezes.”
Mac was pleased with his choice in honeymoon destinations and kissed him as a means to tell him so.
Their lips parted. “Hey, I thought you were ready to leave the hotel,” Harm teased.
Mac swatted him on the six. “Let’s go.”
They left the room, made a quick stop on the sixth floor to slip the key under the door for Frank as planned, and they were on their way to Harm’s rental car.
On the way to the airport, Mac made the call, leaving the message for Mattie about the location of Trish’s necklace.
They returned the rental car, made the security check point, and caught their flight.
A shuttle from the hotel picked them up at the airport in the Bahamas and drove them to the hotel.
The Sand Stone Resort and Spa
The Bahamas
They passed through a grand lobby with marble floors and high ceilings on the way to their room, and were told that they had a suite. Inside the suite, the newlyweds found a note attached to a fruit basket next to a chilling bottle of bubbly: Enjoy the upgrade. Love, Mom and Frank.
After further examination of the room, Harm found the information sheets about activities offered by the hotel or that could be booked through the resort. Harm took the opportunity to tell Mac that he’d picked the destination, but he hadn’t scheduled any activities so that she should look over the offerings and see what she’d like to do while they were there. He pointed out that some of the items required reservations. The time needed to get reservations varied from a few hours prior for spa items like facials and messages to twenty fours hours or more for such things as a beach picnic for two and scuba diving. She needed to look over the list so that arrangements could be made for anything that she wanted to do.
Mac was sitting on the edge of the bed, reviewing the list of activities while Harm poured two glasses of the chilling liquid. After pouring them, he moved over and sat on the bed close to her, offering her one of the glasses.
“Harm, you don’t have to ply me with liquor.” She hadn’t really thought much about the statement, but was simply teasing him.
He replied in a tone that said that the implication behind her words had hurt him. “I wouldn’t do that. It's non-alcoholic champagne.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything.” She batted her long lashes at him. “Forgive me?”
“You ask that like I could say no.”
She scooted closer to him on the edge of the bed and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Since I’m forgiven, let’s talk activities.” She took a sip of the chilled drink and, after she'd mulled over the choices, she started pointing out things that she’d like to do.
Harm agreed to all of her ideas. After a call to the front desk to request that reservations be made for the items that she’d selected, Harm asked. “We have a plan for what we’re doing for the rest of the week, but what are we doing with the rest of today?”
She put down her now empty glass on the table next to the bed on top of the list that they’d reviewed and the room service menu. She turned to him and wound her arms around his neck. “Since we’re on our honeymoon, I think we can come up with something.” She leaned into him and nibbled on his lower lip.
They peeled each other’s clothes off and made love, ordered dinner from room service and made love again, then allowed sleep to replenish their energy.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Harm was in the shower when Mac woke, but there was a small gifted wrapped box on his pillow with her name on it. She sat up and reached for the box. She pulled the paper off and lifted the lid of the white box. The box contained a charm bracelet with three charms hanging from it. One charm was a Marine Corps emblem, one was the Navy emblem, and the third was a heart with a pair of interlocking rings on it with their wedding date engraved on the back.
Harm entered the bedroom, and she felt his presence. She looked up at him with moist eyes. “You know, I’ve learned something about you since you proposed and we became an ‘us’.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“That you’re a mushy romantic.”
“You can’t leak that information. It’ll ruin my reputation. Besides, if you tell, I’ll tell,” he bargained.
“Tell what?” Mac asked with a frown.
“That the camouflage garter was the only thing Marine about you at our wedding, and you’re not just a woman, you’re a girlie one.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, but I wish that I’d known sooner. You know...that the flower and candy routine would’ve worked on you. You were so independent, and Marine tough and proud that I was never sure what to do with you.”
“Do you know what to do with me now?”
“I think I’ve got it figured out...well...mostly.”
“Help me get my bracelet on and we’ll see what you’ve figured out.”
Harm got the bracelet on, then they made love before they showered and dressed and left for the day’s activity. Today, Mac had selected a sightseeing excursion and shopping. She hoped to find some postcards to send to Mattie and Chloe. She also hoped to locate some trinkets or a photo that she could take back with her to remind her of the Bahamas and, therefore, her honeymoon.
They returned to the hotel in the early evening with shopping bags in hand and empty stomachs. They had a hotel employee take their shopping bags to their room while they dined at a restaurant in the hotel.
After dinner, they went to their suite and locked themselves away for the night. After a day of shopping and sightseeing, the oversized bathtub was beckoning Mac to it.
Mac started the water for her bath. Harm had opted not to join her, but she had a plan. She began to fill the tub and added a few drops of scented oil to the water. Then she undressed and shut the water off when the level reached about the halfway point, knowing that, if she got her sailor in the tub, too, the water level would rise.
With the tub ready, she went into the bedroom without anything on except a smile. “The tub is big enough for two. Are you sure that you don't care to join me, sailor?” That was all it took for her to convince ‘shower man’ that he should join her.
She waited a moment to make sure that he hadn't only heard her but seen her before retreating into the bathroom. He’d been making himself comfortable while she'd been drawing the bath, so all he had to shed was his boxers. Moments later, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she was about to step into the tub.
She had him get in first and get settled. When she raised her leg to place it in the tub, Harm saw his wife’s tattooed ankle for the first time as she lowered her foot into the water. “I have something to add to the list of activities,” he breathed into her ear as she was settling her body between his legs. “I only got a glimpse of that tattoo of yours, so I’ll have to be sure to get a good look at it before we leave.”
Her back settled against his chest, and the warm water surrounded them. A faint hint of something like musk was in the air. He wrapped his arms around her and held her for a bit before beginning to kiss and nibble on her shoulder. He worked his way up her shoulder to her neck and, when she arched her back to give him better access to her neck, her bottom pressed firmly into his manhood. It wasn’t painful, but a pleasurable reminder that there were no longer any barriers to keep them apart. Mac turned and straddled his thighs so that her lips could meet his. Her breasts were pressing into his chest, their lips were together and his hands were roaming freely over her back. A tub big enough for two to bathe doesn’t necessarily give two people room to have sex, but they managed it, and before the water got cold.
The day’s shopping and sightseeing had been fun, but tiring. After the added physical exertion of bathtub sex, they decided that bed for sleeping should be the next activity.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Harm had awakened before Mac and ordered something for breakfast. While he waited for breakfast to arrive, he lay wrapped in a robe beside Mac, watching her sleep. They’d been married almost three whole days, and seeing her beside him still seemed like a dream.
She felt his eyes on her and woke to the most handsome face that she’d ever seen, Harm’s. Their eyes locked, but the spell was broken by a knock on the door, indicating that room service had arrived with breakfast.
They ate breakfast and got ready for their day. Mac readied a bag with her wrap, sunscreen and Chapstick. She made sure that she had a hat for the boat trip out to the dive location. She didn’t want to risk sunburn that would interfere with their main honeymoon activity.
They were gone most of the day. The coral reefs and sea life were fascinating, and it was an exciting day, but the sun and water had a way of tiring you out without you realizing it.
They arrived back at the hotel, but were too tired to eat, so they decided to just get some sleep.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
She’d gone to sleep lying beside him and drifted into dreamland. In the early hours of the morning, her dreams had turned to fantasies, and she woke with a start. The intensity of her dreams had made her hot and needing release. She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this when waking from a dream.
Though asleep, her movements registered with him, and he soon felt her slight frame on top of him. Moist kisses administered along his jaw line brought him out of sleep. She felt him move, an indication that he was awake, and her lips descended on his.
She assaulted his senses and met no resistance. He responded to her kisses and her touch. She captured his arousal in her body and began to move to satisfy her yearning. Her pace was fast because her need was so strong, and it wasn’t long before she won her own fulfillment and collapsed against him. Her body relaxed on top of his, and she felt the hardness of his unfulfilled need still inside her. She was satisfied, but she hadn’t succeeded in satisfying him.
She didn’t know what to do, what to say, or if she should do or say anything. She felt guilty. Maybe he’d been sleeping and his movement during sleep made it only seem like he was participating. Her heart began to race as her feelings changed from guilt to anger. How dare he be able to sleep through it? Her heart was racing, and she was seesawing between the guilt of having attacked him in his sleep and anger that he could sleep through her advances. His arms came around her as if to comfort her.
He spoke, “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She smacked his arm. “You are awake. I…” Her mind was unable to find the words to explain what she was feeling.
“I’m awake,” he replied. She moved off of him to lay at his side. “You seemed to be on a mission, and I wasn’t going to interrupt a Marine on a mission. That can be dangerous, you know?” He smiled that flyboy smile at her, and she couldn’t be angry with him.
He then kissed her. She was bringing her arm around his waist to cuddle with him when her hand brushed against his erect manhood. He chuckled when she flinched.
He held her close and kissed the top of her head. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I just woke up wanting you so much...I can’t describe it.”
“Probably has something to do with withdrawal.”
“What?”
“You do realize that, with the timing of yesterday’s activities and the fatigue that the outing caused, we didn’t …all day?”
“Yeah, must be withdrawal. Any suggestions of what to do about it?”
He began to kiss down her chin to her exposed breasts. His cool lips kissed the firm mounds, then his tongue swirled around the nipples, hardening them. He began to suckle one breast while caressing the other, and she moaned softly. He switched breasts, and she let out another soft moan. He brought his lips back to hers for another kiss.
His hand roamed over her hip and down her thigh as they kissed. He kissed down her neck, down between her breasts, and down her abdomen to her bellybutton. He kissed down her left leg from her waist to her ankle while his hand moved slowly down the side of her right leg. Before leaving her ankle area, he forced himself to open his eyes to look closely at her tattoo. The heart shaped tattoo was small and tasteful, and he found it kind of sexy.
Having solved the mystery of the tattoo, he kissed up her right leg while his hand glided up the side of her left leg. Then he kissed from her bellybutton to her breasts, stopping to suckle them once again.
She was so enjoying being touched by him. She didn’t know what is was about his technique, but when he swirled his tongue around her nipple, she wanted to scream. She didn’t want him to stop, but she didn’t know how much longer she could wait for him.
He was now kissing his way up her neck and, finally, his lips fell on hers. Her tongue slipped easily passed his lips and danced inside his mouth with his. He moved to a position above her, keeping his weight off of her. When his lips met hers again, she put her arms around him, pulling him down to her.
He eased his tip in. She closed her eyes as he did so. He slid in a little further. Her body writhed under him. She moaned as he continued to slowly enter her until, finally, his entire length had penetrated her.
He wondered what she was thinking. If she was thinking at all, it was how good his loving her made her feel. Her body tensed around him, and he pulled out just a little and pushed right back in. With her hips twitching under him, he wasn’t going to be able to hold on long. He pulled out a little bit more than before and pushed back in. He pulled out completely, and a disappointed look appeared in her eyes. He thrust himself quickly back inside of her. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her. However, in this act of pulling out and thrusting back in quickly, he found that it sent her head back, caused her eyes to close and a moan to escape from her lips.
He repeated his actions. First, out a little and in, out a little more and in, all the way out and slowly back in. First, out a little and in, out a little more and in, all the way out and quickly back in. A few more strokes in and out, and she let out a louder moan than before.
He began to repeat the motions again, but lost track of the order as he began to feel the affects of his motions building within him. He closed his eyes, trying to focus and slow the pace. There was no hope for him when her hips began to thrust up to meet his, and he moaned.
Her hands began to move up and down his back, and she pulled him to her. Her back arched as he increased the frequency and strength of his thrusts. Their breathing quickened. Her body tensed around his shaft, and he heard the sounds of her fulfillment escape her lips. A couple of strokes later, his body released itself inside of her.
He rolled to her side, bringing her to him, and they rested there together, face to face, kissing and cuddling until they drifted back to sleep.
*****
After three days of planned activities, Mac had intentionally planned nothing for today. When they woke again, it was mid morning. They ordered the item listed as the ‘honeymoon brunch’ from the room service menu. When the trays arrived, it was finger sandwiches, sliced vegetables, and strawberries and whipped cream. They ate a few items until Mac, offering to share the strawberry from her mouth, had them back in bed.
Lovemaking and naps were the primary activity of the day, but they decided to leave their room for dinner. They took a taxi to a local place recommended by the hotel clerk. They ate dinner and went dancing before calling it a night and taking a taxi back to the hotel. Back at the hotel, they decided to take a moonlight walk on the beach.
It was late when they returned to their room. Harm used the same rhythm that he’d discovered that she enjoyed this morning when they made love before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
They both started to stir. As they opened their eyes on the new day, it was hard to believe that this would be their last day here.
They ordered breakfast and made love while they waited for it to arrive. This morning, they ate breakfast on the balcony and enjoyed the view of the ocean.
The activity for today was a day on the beach, complete with a picnic lunch supplied by the hotel. They spent the day on the beach, sometimes under the umbrella and sometimes Mac would take off running down the beach, only to have Harm chase her. His reward for catching her was a giggle and a quick kiss or two.
They returned to the hotel towards the dinner hour, having had a great time in the sun: laughing, running, swimming and sometimes just sitting and relaxing.
Once back in the privacy of their room, they spent their last night in paradise taking a bath together, making love, and enjoying just being alone with each other.
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