Title: A Drunken Love

  Authors: Sarah ([email protected]) and Alex ([email protected])

  Rating: NC-17. Yep, you know the drill!

  Category: Romance

  Disclaimer: They still don't belong to us, how many times do we have to say it?!

  Spoilers: None

  Status: Complete

  Summary: Rick and Evelyn get rather drunk. Fun ensues. Basically, a smut biscuit with no redeeming value whatsoever, but we hope you enjoy reading it!

  Notes: Many thanks to Shell for helping out with the title! Thankachu! :)

 

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  Evelyn drank down the rest of the bottle and looked over at her husband. "I did it! I beat you, I finished before you did!" She was having a contest with Rick over who could drink down each bottle of liquor faster and she had won. She stood up, swaying about unsteadily and raised her hand in the air. "I am the winner!"

 

  "Yeah, but you're a drunk winner," Rick argued, laughing at her. "You madam, are arguably more drunk than I am right now." He caught her as she swayed happily, fists waving in the air and he had to duck so that she didn't actually swipe him on the nose. He chuckled again. "Evelyn, you're totally tanked woman, slow down okay?"

 

  She tipped her hat and took a quick step backwards, the alcohol disagreeing with her idea of walking so she flopped down into her husband's lap. Her eyes were glittering and her smile was so wide that it crossed her face. She looked down at him. "Hello there, care for a drink?" she asked, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a long gulp before offering him some.

 

  He snorted with laughter and figuring what the hell, brought the bottle to his lips, drinking deeply. He wasn't nearly as wasted as she was, but he wasn't exactly sober right now either. He took another long drink, pausing to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, then handed the bottle back to her.

 

  "So, Mr O'Connell, is it good?" she asked, leaning in close to his face, the smell of liquor heavy on her breath. She smiled wickedly and swung her arms around as she always seemed to do when she was feeling a little tipsy. "I still win...I can handle more than you."

 

  "My ass," he muttered, insulted that she would even dare argue his drinking prowess, but his sulky expression soon turned into a goofy grin as he caught her hands in his larger ones, holding her steady. "Woah, hold on a minute. You'll have somebody's eye out if you're not careful." He laughed when her nose accidentally bumped his. "Owie, Evelyn," he protested, letting go of her hands to hold onto her face. "Why are you so hell-bent on beating me up tonight anyway?"

 

  "Because I enjoy your pain," she whispered, pushing her teeth against the skin of his neck, nipping lightly for a couple of minutes. Then, she pulled back, laughing like she had just heard the funniest thing in the world. She grabbed the bottle, drinking down a few gulps. "*Mr* O' Connell, I can beat you with my eyes closed," she purred.

 

  "You can beat me with your eyes open, it's all the same to me honey," he told her solemnly before bursting out into laughter. That was one of the side-effects of being drunk, you tended to laugh at your own jokes, no matter how un-amusing they were. "Hey, save some for me," he pouted, watching as she downed more of the booze.

 

  "Nope, all mine," she slurred, taking another drink and then leaned forward for a kiss, opening his lips and letting him take the alcohol from her mouth. She'd never tried *that* before. She pulled back when he pushed his tongue into her mouth and she giggled. "I give you some alcohol and you think you can go and have your way with me, tsk tsk," she said, scolding him gently.

 

  "Well, it was me who actually bought the stuff," said Rick, frowning. He wanted to kiss her again. Never mind the alcohol, he'd had a taste of Evelyn now and he wanted more. "But hey, I'm all for compromise. How about if you gimme another kiss, I'll let you...beat me some more. And then we can go lie down in the middle of a road somewhere." He gestured expansively into the open space, not taking his eyes off her. "What do you say?"

 

  "Perhaps I could give you a little one, I mean it's worth it if you let me beat you up. But no touching," she said, waving a finger in front of his eyes. "No touching, just one itsy bitsy kissy." She giggled and leaned in for a kiss, basically just pecking his lips before pulling away again. "Okay, now let's go and lie in a road somewhere."

 

  "Hey, no fair!" he whined, pulling her back. "I am not lying in the middle of a road with you until I get a *proper* kiss. One with, y'know, teeth and stuff. And tongues," he added, nodding enthusiastically. "Don't forget those. They're nice too. C'mon, Evelyn, kiss me nicely and then we can find a really great road to lie in."

 

  "Oh all right." She leaned in and kissed him passionately, quickly getting into it as she drove her teeth against his, her tongue attacking him daringly. She drew back a few minutes later however when his hands began to drift over her body. "Hey, hey! No touching!" she giggled.

 

  "You said that already, I'm not deaf. Why can't I touch you?" he asked, his brow creasing in puzzlement. "I want to touch you, Evelyn. I'll get down on my knees and beg." He made a face, letting go of her with one had to grab the bottle again, taking another long drink. He looked at her sternly. "If you don't let me touch you, I'll start singing."

 

  She dropped to her hands and knees. "Oh nooo, anything but that!" she wailed, paying false homage to him. She shook with laughter until she felt the ribbon on her dress being unfastened. "Hey, it isn't proper to touch me," she said, giggling. "Not proper to touch me."

 

  "I'm not touching you, I'm *untying* you. There's a difference you know," he told her, fumbling with the knot before finally getting a good enough grip on it to unfasten it completely. "You can untie me too if you want."

 

  Evelyn's dress now hung loosely on her frame and she giggled again. "Ugh, now I look all odd, my hat, I mean my *dress* is loose. Better tie me up again." She was so taken with him, but it was more fun to play with him like this. She took another sip of wine. "It's not proper to touch me or to take off my clothes," she whispered sensually.

 

  "But I want to," he insisted, gazing up at her. His hands went to her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. His eyes were focused on that mouth and he swallowed hard. "I wanna kiss you again, Evelyn," he said softly. "Please may I kiss you?" He licked his own lips as he waited for her reply. He felt suddenly nervous and he fidgeted uncomfortably, toying with the ribbon he still held in his hand.

 

  She smiled and kissed him long and hard, but as soon as his hands began to wander, she moved away again. She loved torturing her husband and this was just so much fun. She covered her mouth with her hand, hiccupping a couple of times as she shook her head. "Nope, no touching."

 

  Rick frowned at her. "That's not nice you know," he told her. "It's not fair for you to tease me like that, Evelyn. Do you have any idea how it makes me feel?" he asked, running the silk ribbon through his fingers. "Do you?"

 

  "Uh-oh, I upset Mr *hic* O'Connell," she said, inching away from him, strands of her primly pinned-up hair falling loose around her pale cheeks as she shook her head.

 

  "You're not gonna make me chase after you are you?" he questioned, getting to his feet. Suddenly, in spite of all the wine he had consumed, he felt quite sober and alert. He offered her a wicked grin. "Because if you are going to make me chase you, Evelyn, I'd better give you a head start. I'll make you a little deal. If you manage to escape, this whole evening goes whichever way you want it to and we do whatever you want. If I catch you though, I get to be in control. What do you say?"

 

  She stared at him slowly and then with a nod of her head, she took off, running round the corner of the beach house and down to the shore. Her dress and the untied ribbons flowed behind her in the wind as she ran for her life under the moon. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she knew that her husband must be hot on her trail, but she would get ahead of him. She would show him who was boss and the wicked smile on her face was both wonderful and appreciative. The night air cooled her senses and she felt a little more sober as she ran through the deserted beach.

 

  He shook his head in amazement as he chased her down to the shore. For such a tiny thing and especially for someone who had downed as much booze as she had, she really was quite fast. So much for giving her a head start, she was way ahead of him. Then, the memory of her teasing him, torturing him came to mind and it spurred him on to run faster. He would catch her and he'd show her just how it felt to be so consumed with wanting another person that it drove you crazy.

 

  The night air beat at her face and her hair fell from its clips, forming a sea of brown waves behind her as she raced barefoot over the sand. She suddenly wondered if this was how a camel felt trekking through the desert, but she continued to run, trying to stay ahead of him, her heart pounding so fast she thought it would explode.

 

  She had always remained just beyond his reach, but he could tell she was starting to slow a little and, feeling quite tired himself, his legs pumped faster until he finally caught up with her. They were running neck and neck for a few seconds before he leaped into her path, tackling her to the ground, but making sure that she didn't land too hard. He crouched over her, pinning her down and panting hard as he tried to catch his breath. "Gotcha," he murmured, smiling down at her.

 

  "I see that you did," she whispered, staring up at him. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took as she lay down in the sand which felt cool against her skin. Her heart was still racing and she pretended to act scared. "I'm caught, what are you going to do with me?"

 

  "Oh, I think I'll figure out something," he said, still breathing heavily. He leaned down closer to her, their mouths within inches of each others'. He could feel her hot breath against his lips, the same way he was sure that she could feel his. "Would you like me to kiss you now, Evelyn? I think you deserve some sort of a reward for doing so well out there."

 

  She nodded and opened her lips to him, eager to feel his tongue against hers. God, she loved this man. He was everything to her and she could hardly focus, she loved him so much, or maybe it was just the liquor. Whatever it was, she held him close to her for a kiss, not caring that the sand was getting in her hair.

 

  Rick kissed her deeply for a moment, his tongue stroking against hers and his hands tangling in her hair. He traced the roof of her mouth, coming back to duel with her tongue once again before pulling back abruptly, panting even harder than he had been when he was running. The whole point of this little exercise was to show her what torture was really about and he really needed to exert some control now. His lips hovered tantalisingly over her own, but refused her contact and he smiled.

 

  She whimpered, pushing her lips forward and trying so desperately to kiss her husband. It didn't look like she was going to be the one doing the torturing tonight. "I love you," she whispered in a pathetic attempt to lure him to her. "Touch me," she said, even though she knew just minutes ago, she had refused him the exact same thing and now here she was, practically begging for it.

 

  "But it isn't proper," he teased, throwing her earlier words back at her. "Still, I suppose I could kiss you here." He pressed his lips to her cheek, deliberately avoiding her hungry mouth. "And here..." his mouth chastely kissed her forehead. "Or maybe even here." He pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, grinning at the little frustrated sounds she made. "What's the matter, Evelyn, you don't want me kissing you in these places?"

 

  "No, no, no," she whimpered. He was torturing her and it was driving her completely crazy. "Kiss me here." She pointed at her lips. Her hand then moved down over the silk of her dress. "Or here," she said, placing a hand on her breast before moving it lower still to the coverage between her legs. "Or here," she finished softly, regretting her earlier words of saying that it wasn't proper for him to touch.

 

  He bit his lip at the sight of her own hand running over her body. "Mmm, tempting. *Very* tempting," he said, lowering his head to gently nibble on the side of her neck. He kissed his way down to her shoulder, pushing aside the fabric of her dress. His hand moved down to her chest to cup one of her breast, his fingers teasing the stiff nipple. "Do you like that, Evelyn? Does it feel good?"

 

  "Feels good," she affirmed, wishing he would just take the bloody dress off and explore every crevice of her body like she knew he enjoyed doing and had enjoyed doing for the last month since they had wed. She arched her back and pushed her cloth-covered breast up to his lips, eager to be kissed there, to feel him leave wet marks on her clothes.

 

  "Uhn-uh, Evelyn," he admonished, withdrawing his hand. "I told you it's my turn to be in control now, remember our little bet?" He sat up and eyed her thoughtfully as he kept her wrists pinned with one hand. His gaze fell to the silk ribbon and he picked it up with his free hand, staring first at the ribbon, then at his wife. He waved the thin strip of silk in front of her face. "I have an idea," he said lazily, trailing the cool fabric over her swollen lips and up to her captured wrists.

 

  She gazed up at him in wonder, her eyes wide with passion and amazement for the man she adored. She knew that now wasn't the time to think of gentle and loving sex. She saw the look in his eyes and she knew he wanted her. Still, she could not allow him her body so easily so she smiled slyly at him, pretending to struggle underneath him. "Oh God, Mr O'Connell, what on earth are you planning to do with sweet, innocent little me?"

 

  He held her down, pushing her into the soft sand to stop her from struggling further. He balled the ribbon into his fist and smiled down at her ferally, trailing the tip of his finger over the aroused peak of one breast. "For a start, we are going to move this back to the beach house," he murmured. "And after that, I think I may be willing to give you scandalous amounts of pleasure, *Mrs* O'Connell...at a price."

 

  Evelyn nodded and stared up at him, waiting for his arms to pick her up. He held her so tightly that she could hardly move. Her back arched a little at the feel of his finger swirling around her nipple and she sighed with need. Earlier, she had been playing hard to get, now she just wanted him so badly. "Oh all right then, but please be gentle," she whispered as she felt him lift her up into his arms.

 

  "You know you don't want me to," he said huskily, smiling down at her broadly. He had plans for her tonight, but first, he had to get her back inside the beach house. His arms tightened around her and he had to bite back a groan at the feel of her soft little body wiggling against him as he carried her across to the house. The front door was already open and he kicked it shut behind him, carrying her over to the bedroom and laying her down on the bed. He stood there for a moment, crossing his arms and staring down at her.

 

  She waited for him on the bed, one arm over her head and the other crossed loosely against her breast, sighing as she watched him. Her eyes were filled with a seductive air and everything about the way she lay, her legs bent just so and her cotton summer dress pulled up a little over the side of her hip said, 'Come and get me if you dare.'

 

  Rick continued to stand at the foot of the bed, just watching her silently. He smiled appreciatively when he saw her dress rucked up to the hip and he was so tempted to just jump on her and claim ownership of her body, but he held back. This night was all for her and he intended to drive her crazy with wanting him until he saw fit to give her release, which was why he didn't move a muscle. He wanted to see just how much of his silence she could take before she begged him to touch her.

 

  Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. "Why are you just looking at me?" she begged of him. "Don't you see you have a beautiful Egyptian girl waiting for you right here?" She realised he wasn't going to do anything about it, so she sat up on the bed, wiggling her fingers. "Well, if you aren't going to help me, I'm going to go and use the bathroom." She smiled coyly. She could play this game too.

 

   He sprang into action, fairly leaping on the bed as he pushed her down again so that she lay flat on her back beneath him. He roughly yanked her dress down so that her naked body was revealed to him and he caught her wrists in his hand getting out the ribbon once more. "Did I say you could go anywhere, Evelyn?" he asked softly, keeping her pinned to the bed.

 

  "Well, I just figured that since you weren't doing anything, I would just go and help myself," she whispered seductively, still a little curious about the ravenous glimmer in his eyes. She shivered in her naked state and stared up at him intently.

 

  "Can't have that now, can we?" he murmured, winding the ribbon around her wrists. "Okay, we're going to try something new tonight seeing as I did win our bet." Wrapping the strip of silk securely around her hands, but making sure that it wasn't too tight, he hooked her up to the railings of the bed.

 

  She stared at him, wondering what was going on, but still, it managed to enthral her and she played along, tugging on her bonds. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his dark gaze, saying teasingly, "Oh no, I've been captured. Whatever am I going to do? Help!" She knew that nobody else would hear her, but that wasn't the point.

 

  He grinned at the sounds of her protests, but he knew she didn't really mean them. Besides, if she had shown any real fear, he would have dropped this little game and untied her immediately. "I'd stop struggling if I were you," he told her. "You'll only chafe your wrists. Don't even bother trying to break free either, I tie my knots well." He kissed the tip of her nose reassuringly. "This isn't about pain or anything bad, Evelyn, I'm just going to show you how it feels to be thoroughly tormented."

 

  "Darling, don't you know it isn't nice to torment your wife?" She wriggled on the bed, shivering slightly. Despite playing along, she was still feeling nervous about this. She watched him, swallowing hard as she moved her legs a little so that he couldn't get all of her tied down.

 

  "Don't you know it isn't nice to torment your husband?" he asked gently. "Do you know how frustrated I felt earlier when you wouldn't even let me kiss you? When you wouldn't let me touch you?" He knew she was still a bit nervous about all this so he lowered his head to kiss her sweetly, just brushing his lips over hers. He began to press small kisses to her face, making his way back to her mouth. "But of course, if you don't want me to touch you, well I guess that's fine by me." He kissed her lightly once more.

 

  "And what if I don't want you to touch me? Are you going to untie me?" she queried as he kissed her upper body, not even moving towards her aching breasts. She held in a moan, puffing out her lips, unwilling to give into his torture yet.

 

  "Well, I could untie you, but then that would mean that I wouldn't be able to touch you either," he said, smiling as his lips trailed a path around each breast, purposely avoiding where he knew she wanted his mouth the most. "It's your call, Evelyn. If you don't want this, just tell me. We could always go to sleep instead you know," he said mischievously, knowing she wanted anything but sleep right now.

 

  "Okay, okay, I'll behave. Just please, kiss me more, don't take your lips off me," she said, finally allowing herself to moan and let him know just how much she wanted this. Earlier, she wouldn't let him have what he wanted, now she wanted everything he had to give her. She moved her foot up his still-clothed body and ever the flexible woman, she slipped her foot against his khakis, rubbing against the warm flesh of his butt.

 

  He smiled in satisfaction at the sound of her moans, but he couldn't have her touching him, not yet. He needed control, not distraction, no matter how good it felt. He kissed her deeply, his tongue rubbing against hers as his hands went to her leg, pushing it away from him and spreading her thighs. His fingers played teasingly over the soft skin there, but kept away from her most sensitive areas.

 

  She parted her legs further, pushing her hips up to him. She had often been the one to tempt him before, but now he wanted to be in control and she respected that. Oh, but he was driving her crazy with lust for this. "Come on, Rick, touch me...touch me," she encouraged.

 

  "All good things to those who wait, Evelyn," he told her, withdrawing his hand and moving it up to her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, plucking at them, pinching them gently, teasingly, playing her like an instrument to hear the different sounds she made as he touched her. "Would you like me to kiss you here?" he asked, cupping both her breasts in his palms and squeezing them lightly.

 

  She was quick to nod, twisting her hands against their tight hold and she looked down at her husband desperately. She watched him with catlike glamour, desperate to touch him. "Let me touch you...let yourself touch me," she whispered, hungry for him, wanting him, needing him.

 

  "Patience, Evelyn, patience," he said, propping himself up over her as he nuzzled her left breast teasingly before finally giving into her wishes and kissing her nipple. He suckled delicately, taking his time in driving her insane. He lips travelled across her chest to her other breast, kissing and nipping lightly. He was immensely glad he was still fully-clothed as he didn't think he'd be able to keep this up if he'd been as naked as she was.

 

  She wanted him badly and she decided that she would just have to touch him in her own way, bringing her foot up against his body, rubbing her toes gently against his buttocks as he played with her breasts.

 

  He moved her leg away from him again, growling at her, "don't *do* that, it's distracting." So much for him being in control tonight, but he still had another way of making her cave. He tore himself away from her breasts, kissing his way down her body until he reached her upper thighs, not touching her yet, but just gazing down at her, letting her feel his hot breath against her centre.

 

  "Touch me, kiss me...put your mouth on me," she begged in a voice strained with desperation. She had struggled so much that her wrists were now pink, but she didn't care how much it hurt, she just wanted to feel him surround her. "Please..." she begged, spreading her legs as far as they would go.

 

  "Well, I don't see how I can ignore a request like that," he said pleasantly and he lowered his mouth to her, pressing his tongue against her. He licked and suckled at her, but went out of his way to avoid touching her clit, lapping at her softly just enough to make her feel good, but leaving her wanting more.

 

  She gasped out as his tongue began to lap at her and she moved her legs against his body to hold him to her, keeping his mouth locked against her sensitive areas. Oh yes, she wanted more, she needed more and she planned on getting just that. She moved one leg along him again, pushing her toes against the bulge in his pants. "My, aren't we aroused?" she asked seductively.

 

  He groaned at the feel of her pushing against his cock and he longed to rip his damn pants off, but he couldn't. "Not yet, not yet," he gritted out through clenched teeth, going back to his task and finally giving in to what she wanted, wrapping his mouth firmly around her clit and sucking hard.

 

  She moaned at that, writhing in complete pleasure, spilling her juices into his eager lips. She leaned her head back, moving her hips in a thrusting motion against his face. She needed him so badly and as he suckled at her, she pressed her toes against what must have been a painful erection.

 

  He moaned into her, delving his tongue inside of her, sucking at her folds, her clit. His fingers eased into her vagina, thrusting rhythmically in and out as he rocked against her foot. He was so far gone now, all thoughts of torturing her were rapidly leaving his mind in pursuit of her orgasm. He moaned again, thrusting another finger inside her and suckling hard on her clit, his face and jaw covered with her juices.

 

  She wanted to use her hands to reach down and unzip his pants to set him free from his confinement, but she was still tied. Her heart was racing rapidly at the feel of his mouth on her, coming closer to orgasm. She watched his face move between her legs and groaned. God it was sexy and she couldn't get enough of him. Her toes rubbed circles around his cock, feeling him harden at her touch.

 

  He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, but this time, his teeth grazed her clit ever so gently, hoping that would be enough to send her over the edge. God dammit, her toes against his cock were sending him half mad with lust and if he didn't get out of these damned trousers soon, he was going to explode.

 

  She cried out when she felt his teeth on her and it was definitely enough to make her come and she arched her hips into his face, riding the waves of absolute ecstasy. She felt incredible, he always made her feel incredible and her foot pushed up hard against him.

 

  He yelped when her foot pushed against his cock and he didn't even pause to watch her orgasm like he usually did, he was so far gone. He leaped off the bed, panting heavily as he brought his hands to either side of his shirt, yanking so hard that buttons flew across the room in all directions. He dropped the shirt to the floor, kicking off his boots simultaneously and his hands went to his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He was shaking too much to unfasten it though, and he cried out in frustration, pressing a hand to the bulge in his pants and rubbing hard. He finally got a grip and undid his belt, yanking down the zipper, stepping out of his trousers and clambering back onto the bed.

 

  She was breathing hard as she came down from her climax and she wanted to hold him in her arms, but she knew he wasn't in a cuddling mood right now. She could see in his eyes that he needed completion and she stared up at him, letting him know how willing she was. Of course, she couldn't do much with her hands tied up. "I love you," she whispered to him.

 

  "Oh *God* Evelyn, I love you too," he moaned, kissing her frantically. He spread her legs, his cock pushing against her entrance and he slid inside, groaning as he was surrounded by her hot wet heat. It was almost too much for him and he pounded into her hard, over and over again, desperate with the urge to come. He felt terrible about being so rough with her, but he couldn't stop himself, couldn't even slow down. "I'm sorry...sorry, sorry," he gasped, his eyes shut tight, his teeth bared as if he were in pain.

 

  She only wound her legs around his back in response, pushing up against him, eager to be one with him. She was so caught up in the pleasure that her body began quickly heading towards orgasm once again as he slipped in and out of her. She kissed him all over his face while he did the same to her. She found it so arousing, being able to taste her scent that still lingered on his lips.

 

  He kissed her deeply as they both climbed their way to orgasm. He had been on the verge for some time now and he was so close to coming. He groaned loudly at the sensation of being buried inside her so deep, her legs wrapped tightly around him and his mouth pulled free from hers to shout her name as he bucked hard against her, spilling his fluids deep inside of her as he came.

 

  She hit her own climax just after he did, crying out for him and tightening her legs around him as the hot seed of his life filled her body. She tossed her head around, trying to calm down enough to relax underneath him and she pushed her face into his shoulder, breathing deeply. "I love you, I love you so much," she mumbled, kissing his neck gently.

 

  Rick pushed himself up on his elbows, still panting slightly, his body trembling. He reached up a shaking hand to brush the hair from her face. "I love you too, Evelyn," he sighed. "God, I love you." It was then when he realised that she was still tied to the railings of the bed and he cursed himself, sitting up unsteadily to unfasten the knots that held her. He rubbed her red wrists, kissing them softly. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, his forehead creasing with worry.

 

  She simply shrugged, letting him soothe her wrists. She wasn't offended in the least, in fact she had rather enjoyed their little game. Now, however, she could finally wrap her arms around him. "I didn't know you had that in you," she admitted as she kissed his lips. He always managed to try new things with her and it only raised the excitement in their relationship. Besides, he hadn't really hurt her.

 

  "Neither did I," he said, smiling against her lips. He held her close, relishing the feel of her arms around him for the first time in what seemed like ages. He lay her down on the bed, snuggling next to her, lazily stroking her skin. "But you know, fair is fair. Maybe next time I could let you boss me around," he teased, smiling into her hair.

 

  "Well, that would be fair now, wouldn't it?" Evelyn yawned softly and closed her eyes, burying her face against him. "You never cease to amaze me, Mr O'Connell," she told him. She loved cuddling with him like this, touching her palms to him gently in the way that she hadn't been able to while they had made love.

 

  "Oh really?" he asked in bemusement. He'd always thought he was a pretty open book, but to be honest, he still wasn't sick of her telling him things like that and he didn't think he would ever tire of them. He yawned, letting his exhaustion show as he enjoyed the feel of her hands moving over his skin, re-familiarising herself with him.

 

  She nodded, letting her hands trail over his chest, moving along the curves of his muscles and she yawned, tired from their games. She was thankful now that they had decided to take this vacation and she sighed, letting her voice whisper against his skin. "Thank you for taking me away from work for a few days."

 

  "You're welcome," Rick said softly. "After all, I think we needed a little break." He yawned again and his arms tightened around her, rubbing her back soothingly.

 

  She didn't make a reply as she had already fallen fast asleep, wrapped up in his arms. She was breathing deeply and evenly, her hands resting on his chest.

 

  He smiled and kissed her one last time before closing his eyes and slipping off to sleep himself.