Second Honeymoon Challenge
The Celebration Continues
By: Amy
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters.
The lights are dimmed in the sanctuary of the Santos yacht. Gentle waves softly rock the boat back and forth in an intoxicating motion, as soft, almost indiscernible music rolls quietly from the stereo in the far cabinet. In the center of the room, two figures stand pressed against each other - so close that they practically seem as one. The yacht’s captain is far too much a professional to interrupt them, happy to remain in his proper place above them, and aside from him, there is no one else who is aware of there whereabouts. No threat to this beautiful moment of happiness exists.
“I can’t believe that we’re completely and totally alone,” Michelle breathes, as their bodies sway with the music and the gentle rocking of the boat.
“I can’t either,” Danny whispers. “We haven’t been alone in I don’t know how long.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” she replies, running her hands along the length of his muscular back.
“You know, the other night was supposed to be a new beginning for us,” he says seductively.
Remembering the night that they baby-sat Zach, Michelle’s heart races wildly. Her vision of Carmen and the disagreements about Claire that followed had kept them from physically reaffirming the love that was in their hearts. They hadn’t been intimate since the miscarriage, and she wanted and needed him now more than ever.
“We can still have that, you know?” she responds with a naughty smile. “I still want that, with you… here.” Her eyes shoot over toward the sizable sofa, as she begins to slowly move their bodies in that direction.
“Are you sure?” Danny questions sincerely, not wanting to pressure her.
With a look of passion and longing that would make any man weak in the knees, and with a voice thick with desire, she nods her head and says, “Oh yeah.”
His mouth descends on hers in the most powerful, yet tender way she’s ever felt. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, he lifts her slightly off the floor and deposits her in the middle of the sofa. His fingers fumble impatiently with the buttons on her rose colored sweater, and as her own patience wears thin, she assists him in divesting her of her top. Her fingers make swift work of the buttons on the front of his blue shirt, and she drops it not so neatly to the floor on top of her sweater. With only her black camisole between them now, he gently lays her back against the seat of the sofa, positioning himself on top of her. Propped up on his elbows to support his weight, his hands immediately find their way to her hair, the way they’ve done countless times before.
“Hello my beautiful wife,” Danny says softly.
“Hello my perfect husband,” Michelle replies, just before their mouths lock together again, whispered “I love yous” escaping against the soft, shared warmth of their lips.
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The gentle roll of the waves and the exotic sound of the sea around them continues the magic that their earlier love-making began, as they lay quietly in each others arms. Neither one of them dared imagine that they could be any more intimate that they had been in the past year, considering everything that they had been through together, but the sweet healing that took place on the yacht tonight proved to them that it was not only possible, but reality.
“You know, with everything that was going on back home, we pretty much forgot about our anniversary,” Danny says as he softly smooths Michelle’s hair behind her ear.
Wrapped in an ivory throw, Michelle turns her face toward Danny and replies, “Oh my God, Danny… Our wedding at Laurel Falls.”
“The wedding that mattered to us,” he responds. “The one that made things real.”
“I can’t believe I forgot,” she says sorrowfully.
“I forgot too,” Danny admits. “We had a lot on our plate.”
She nods in agreement. “I still wish we’d remembered. We could’ve used a celebration.”
“Tonight was our celebration,” Danny says, pulling her closer. “A celebration of everything good in our life, and a new commitment to each other… to work together… and never let anything or anyone come between us.”
“I like the way you think, Mr. Santos,” Michelle answers.
“I like the way you feel, Mrs. Santos,” Danny replies, his mouth taking possession of hers once again.
And their celebration continues.