Summary: Wheeler gets creative when celebrating his one year anniversary with Linka. No plot at all. Just pure smut...well, hopefully, it's more tasteful than smut. But you've been warned: No one under the age of 18 should read this because I'm rating it M.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not making money from it.

A/N: I spent a good bit of the past week relaxing on the beach. When you spend the majority of that time checking out cute guys, your mind tends to wander...and when I started laughing out loud when I saw a red headed boy and a blonde girl with a ponytail walking on the beach, I was inspired! And fortunately NOT institutionalized by my family who thought I was suffering from heat stroke after my random laughter!

And on a personal note, this is my 30th fic! I know, what a loser, right? And the 200th Captain Planet fic if the count on the homepage is correct (including all ratings)! We should have cake or something to celebrate.


The Ties That Bind

It's been 366 days since I got up the courage to ask Linka on a proper date…just me and her. Off the island. Away from people who knew us. 366 days since she said yes. And it's been a year since we went on our first date. The first of many. In the past year, we tried to go out, just the two of us, at least once a week, missions permitting. And when we weren't out to dinner, or a movie, or dancing at a club, we'd spent almost every free minute we had on Hope Island together. Walks on the beach at sunset, swimming in the afternoon, morning jogs or wind surfing…Yes, I said mornings. In the past year, I've found myself waking up earlier than usual just so I could spend as much time with her as possible.

It was our sixth date, about a month after our first date, that I walked her to her door to say goodnight, but didn't end up leaving. A goodnight kiss turned into a "don't go" kiss. Nothing more happened. Lots of kissing, cuddling, nuzzling her neck, her cheek; whispering my affection for her into her ear. We slept together in the same bed, my body wrapped around hers perfectly. I never knew I could sleep that soundly. Maybe that's another reason I was waking up earlier. I slept more soundly instead of tossing and turning all night, thinking about Linka, waking up every time I had a dream about her only to be disappointed to find that it WAS only a dream. But not anymore. Now I sleep through the night because I can sense her next to me, I can feel her, smell her, and when I would wake up with my lips pressed against her shoulder, I could taste her.

It only took a few nights of sharing a bed before we made love for the first time. Each night before bed, we'd have our little make out ritual, and each night, we'd go a little further than the night before. The night of our first time, I wasn't expecting anything more to happen. I was completely prepared to stop and go to sleep. I kissed her one last time, said goodnight, and draped my leg over hers, keeping a safe distance between us and thinking about starving babies, my parents, Dr. Blight…anything that would get my body to stop reacting to Linka and settle down. It was Linka who wanted to keep going. She rolled over in my arms so that she was facing me, pressed her body against mine, trapping my erection between us, and began kissing my chest. There's no way she couldn't have felt it through my boxers and the pajama shorts she was wearing.

I didn't say anything, just let her do whatever she was planning on doing, let her take it as far as she wanted. All I could do was lie there, my breathing getting more rapid, swallowing the lump of excitement and anticipation that was forming in my throat.

"Am I doing something wrong?" She asked.

"No," was all I could say, barely above a whisper.

"Then why are you so tense?"

"I…" I didn't know what to tell her. Because it was taking every bit of will power that I had to keep from ripping her clothes off, pinning her to the bed, and plowing into her. But I knew I couldn't do that. This had to last. It had to be slow and gentle. I needed to worship her like the goddess she is. I needed to savor every moment, every inch of new skin revealed to me, every new sound that I caused her to make.

Her next question pulls me back to the moment.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Of course not. I don't want you to ever stop. I just…I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for."

"I am not a child Wheeler, I am 21. I know you probably know more about this than me, but that does not mean I am not ready. I have waited for the perfect moment with the perfect guy. I have that. I want what you want."

Even now, 11 months after she said them, the words have the same affect on me. My head gets lighter, my heart pounds harder, and my stomach feels like I just went over a hill on a rollercoaster. If I close my eyes, I can still feel her lips moving from my chest, up my neck, and along my jaw as she presses her body more firmly against mine. I can feel her lips curl against mine when I inhale sharply as her pelvis slides against mine when she stretches up to deepen our kiss.

She may not have had any experience, but she certainly knew what she was doing. As if she had this planned out all along…like she'd imagined it, practiced it over and over. I wondered...hoped that she had imagined she'd be with me. Now I know for sure that she did.

So here I am, a year after our first date, lying in bed with her, listening to the thunderstorm brewing off in the distance, watching her sleep on our one year anniversary. I wonder if she even knows…is it stupid to keep track of such things? Usually girls are all about that mushy sentimental stuff…does she even consider this to be the start of everything? Or does she count the first time we made love as the "official" start of our relationship?

Honestly, both of those are wrong…it all started the day we met. So technically, this is our six year anniversary. I asked her out on our first date under the guise of it being a celebratory dinner, in honor of our five year anniversary as Planeteers…just without the other Planeteers. I never thought she'd accept, even if I tried to cover my real motives by using the milestone with the Planeteers as an excuse. She did, obviously…but there was no hesitation, no questioning why…just a simple "Da, ok. That sounds nice." And it was nice. More than nice. It was perfect. The time flew by. We didn't get home until after 2am. I wasn't even close to being tired. I held her hand as I walked her to her cabin and then kissed her goodnight. A real kiss. On the lips. Nothing earth shattering, completely innocent. I cupped one side of her face in the palm of my hand and brushed my thumb over her cheek. I laced our fingers together, linking us more completely, just as our lips are locked together.

When we pulled apart, I kept my hand on her cheek, leaned my forehead against hers and told her,

"I had a really nice time."

"Da, me too," she replied, and then she brought her free hand up to run through my hair. "You clean up nice Yankee."

"And you look as beautiful as ever," I said as I lifted our hands to bring her knuckles to my lips. "But I knew you couldn't go the whole night without insulting me," I teased.

"I did not mean it to be…and I did not just mean your appearance…I meant your act."

"It's not an act," I assured her. "This is how it would always be."

"Promise?"

"Promise," I confirmed and then sealed that promise with another kiss before saying goodnight.

I kept that promise. Now today, I'm fighting an internal battle as to whether to let her sleep, or wake her up. I nuzzle my nose against her ear and kiss her cheek before pressing my lips against her ear.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty."

She doesn't move. Not even a little. I guess I really wore her out last night. I pull back the covers slowly, revealing her naked form and run my fingers lightly over her skin, tracing the curve of her spine. Still nothing.

"Come on Baby, I got big plans for you today."

I move away and she rolls over from her side onto her back, still fast asleep, her arms splayed over her head. She's beautiful like this, like she's posing for a nude painting. Damn, I wish I could paint. I wish I had a camera…she'd kill me. I'll just have to be satisfied with committing this image to memory by staring at her for a long time. When I come back to my senses, I realize that I only have a limited amount of time before her body gets cold from the lack of coverage, and me lying beside her. I reach under my bed and pull out the bag that's been hiding under there for a few weeks now, when I started planning this. I move quietly, careful not to wake her.

I pull out four satin straps and attach two of them to the bedpost, and then repeat the process at the bottom of the bed. I move slowly and gently when I fasten the opposite ends of the straps to Linka's ankles and wrists, securing her so that she's unable to move. Unable to escape the sweet torture that I'm about to inflict on her.

I lie down beside her and kiss the soft skin on the inside of her bicep, making my way to the sensitive areas of her inner elbow and up to her wrist. She hums, a definite sign of approval, and finally begins to stir. I pull back and watch her reaction. She tries to move her arm but when she realizes she can't, she tugs hard and her eyes fly open in a panic. This isn't how I meant it to be. I'd planned on asking her if she wanted to try something different and if she trusted me…but when the opportunity presented itself to surprise her…I took it, without thinking. I immediately move into her line of vision.

"Sssh, Baby, it's ok…it's just me."

She stops struggling and relief washes over her face.

"Wheeler, what the…" she fumes as she pulls against her restraints.

"Sorry! Sorry! I shouldn't have done this without your permission."

"Permission? What in the world would lead you to believe that I would WILLINGLY ALLOW you to tie me up like a prisoner?"

"Because…I think you'll like what I had in mind."

"Wheeler…," she sighs as she starts to blush. "I am completely naked."

"I know…so am I…don't you remember last night? Want me to remind you?"

"Da, I remember last night…"

"Besides, it's not like I've never seen you like this before?"

"Yankee, it is one thing to be naked and be in the moment…but to be tied up, completely exposed…"

"Do you trust me?" I ask.

"Of course I do…I just do not like you very much at the moment."

My lips curve up in a half smile.

"Let's see what I can do to fix that."

I lean down and press my lips against her hip, leaving a trail as I go upwards along her side, slowly. Kissing every rib. I continue on my way up her arm, just as I did when she was still asleep, only now, she's able to appreciate it.

I kiss the palm of her hand and she takes the chance to grab my face between her fingers and squeezes, puckering my lips.

"That's not nice," I say before easily pulling out of her grasp.

I climb over top of her so that I can repeat my previous actions on her other side only this time, I travel back down her arm so that I can place kisses over her shoulder, across her collarbone. I move to straddle her midsection and then I spend a significant amount of time teasing her neck, barely skimming my lips over her skin at some times, and then at other times, biting, sucking, and soothing her with my tongue. I make my way to her earlobe, taking it between my teeth and pulling gently. She begins squirming beneath me, but I haven't even started yet! As soon as she turns her head to the side, I find that spot behind her ear that drives her mad. She presses her face against my arm which is braced beside her head, keeping me hovering over her. She uses my arm to muffle her moan.

I stop what I'm doing and wait for her to turn back to look at me. I lower my nose to brush against hers, my lips millimeters from hers.

"This is nothing," I tell her.

I avoid her lips when she rises up to kiss me, and instead I trail my lips down her throat, between her breasts, to her stomach, my eyes never breaking contact with hers as my lips curl upwards in a mischievous smile.

"I. Love. You." I say between kisses.

"You have a weird way of showing it," she replies as she pulls at the satin ties.

"You don't like being worshiped?"

"I am nothing to be worshiped."

"You're a goddess," I whisper against her skin.

"I assure you, I am very much a mortal…if I had goddess powers, I would shoot you with a lightening bolt or do something to get out of this."

"Are you seriously not ok with this? It wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking something from you. Quite the opposite. I want to give to you. Give you everything I have…unless you want me to stop."

"I do not want you to stop…I just wish I could touch you. I want to hold you. To run my fingers through your hair…to feel your muscles beneath my fingertips as you move against me," she says, her eyes turning a darker shade of blue.

"Is it driving you crazy that you can't?"

"It is maddening."

I kiss the soft skin right below the swell of her breast.

"That's the point." I let my hands lightly slide down her sides as my lips travel down her body, causing her to fidget because it tickles. My hands come to rest on her hips, holding her steady as my lips continues their exploration of her midsection. I know the affect it's having on her because of the involuntary shiver her body releases.

I make my way down her thigh, covering the tight skin of her toned legs with loving kisses.

"I adore you," I whisper, not making a move.

She thrusts her hips upwards towards me and I pull away.

"Patience."

I release her and sit up.

"Wheeler!" She pants.

Outside, storm clouds darken the sky, rain pours down, and the thunder grows louder in anticipation of what will happen next.


To be continued...too much? Should I tone it down a bit? End it here and leave it to your own imaginations? Or post the second half? Let me know!