Sabrina juggled her shopping bags as she fumbled with the key card to her and Patrick's room. Just as she was about to slip it into the lock, the door opened revealing a non-too-pleased Patrick. He reached out, grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside as he asked, "Where were you?"
Sabrina kicked the door shut with her foot and then dropped her bags. "What's gotten into you? You know I had my spa appointment this morning. And, since I got done earlier than expected, I went to the gift shop to get some souvenirs for Emma and the rest of the family."
Patrick murmured a contrite, "Oh." Then, still holding onto her wrist, he yanked her toward him. When she slammed into his half-naked body, he said, "I forgot. It's just that I woke up and you were gone and and I freaked out a little."
Sabrina chuckled and wrapped her free arm around his torso and teased, "A little?!"
Patrick used his grip on her wrist to bring her arm up and put it behind his neck. Then, he encircled his hands around her waist. "I'm sorry. But, in my defense, you're my wife so I get a free pass when it comes to worrying about you."
Sabrina, who was wearing flip flops, reached up on her tiptoes to give Patrick a quick kiss. "Well, then it's my job as your wife to tease you when you forget stuff and make mountains out of molehills."
Sabrina went to pull away, intent on showing him the cute things she'd bought Emma, but he grasped her tighter. "Wife. I like the sound of that."
Sabrina nodded happily in agreement. As she lifted her left arm slightly off his neck to look at the wedding rings adorning her finger, she said, "I do, too. Though, it is still a little weird referring to you as my husband. I'm not quite used to it yet."
He leaned down to kiss her neck, but stopped briefly to whisper, "Well, then I think you should practice saying it over and over again until it sinks in."
Sabrina tilted her head to give him better access. As she ran her hands down his back toward the waistband of his boxers, she asked, "And how do you suggest I do that? I can't exactly go around in public repeating it or people will think I'm nuttier than Heather Webber."
He pulled away and smiled, eyes sparkling. Then Patrick let go of her waist and brought his hands to her strapless sundress and, as he inched the jersey material downward, said, "I think I could provide you with plenty of private incentives to say, or better yet, scream it at frequent intervals."
Sabrina pretended to ponder that for a moment as the material fell from her body and puddled on the floor around her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked off her flip flops. As she backed Patrick toward the king size bed, she teased, "Hmm... I dunno about that. I'm going to need a lot of practice and I'm not sure you have the ... um... stamina..."
Before she could say anything else, Patrick picked her up like a sack of potatoes and then tossed her onto the bed. Right before he pounced, he smirked and declared, "Honey, you know I don't make any promises I can't keep."
Patrick admired Sabrina as she murmured, "Mmm..." and stretched her limbs like a cat. She looked at him and smiled. "That was nice."
"Nice?" He reached over and traced the top of the sheet covering but not concealing her naked body and said, "I'm not sure 'nice' is the word I would use to describe that.
Sabrina shifted in the bed so that she was cuddled up next to him, head on his chest. "Yeah, you're right. That was way better than 'nice'."
Patrick kissed the top of her head gently and absently rubbed her back. "Considering how many times you screamed 'husband', I'd be inclined to agree." Then, just because he loved to rile Sabrina up, Patrick added, "I'm actually a little hurt that you doubted my... What was the word? Oh, yeah... 'stamina'."
Sabrina propped herself up and kissed him. "I'm sorry."
He smiled. "Well, you should be. I have a very sensitive ego, you know."
Sabrina rolled her eyes at his absurd comment. Then, she asked brightly, "What do you want to do with the rest of our day?"
When he eyed her hungrily, she smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Besides that. We've been here, in paradise, for three days and have barely left the room."
"Well, the room has amenities that the rest of the resort can't offer." Patrick was really glad to be down here in the Bahamas with Sabrina on their honeymoon, but he wasn't here to see dolphins and play bingo.
"I'm serious, Patrick. I think we should go to the beach. I walked past it again today. It's so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you."
Sabrina side-eyed him as she shifted positions and got up. "While I adore the compliment, I think we won't really be able to appreciate the room's 'amenities' unless we see what else is out there."
Patrick watched, transfixed by his wife's beauty, as she padded to her shopping bags and pulled out one from the resort's swimwear store. Intrigued, Patrick sat up and asked, "What's in there?"
"A new bikini - and plenty of sunscreen," Sabrina replied as she walked to the bathroom and stepped inside. Before she closed the door completely, she turned and stuck her head in the opening and winked. "Both are presents for you. One you get to put on me down at the beach; and, the other you get to take off me later when we come back here."
Patrick pondered Sabrina's bait to get him to go to the beach, as the chance to actually finish what they started on the Fourth was quite an incentive. However, as he heard her shuffling around in the bathroom and then turn on the water to the massive tile shower, he got a brilliant idea of his own and bounded out of bed.
He entered the bathroom just as Sabrina was stepping into the shower and she jumped in surprise when he came up behind her and turned her around to face him. As the hot water sluiced over them, Patrick leaned in close so that his lips were inches from hers. "As tempting as that offer is, wife, I think this would be a much more 'refreshing' option, don't you?"
Sabrina locked eyes with him and Patrick knew she was remembering their heated rendezvous in the locker room shower as clearly as he was. While he was thinking of ways to convince her of the merits of his suggestion, Sabrina suddenly said, "Screw it. The beach isn't going anywhere," and then plastered herself against him and crushed her lips to his.
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