Warning: Sexual content ahead...

The glowing couple pack up and are immediately taken to board a private plane. Hopefully they can rest and when they wake, they will be in Hawaii. I remember Maui fondly and it's still one of my favorite places on earth. Sue and Al have decided that once they're home, they will go on another trip, a road trip this time- possibly cross country. I stare out the window into the night, already in our pajamas, and I sigh.

"What are you thinking about?" Lindsey asks, wrapping his arms around me.

"Nothing..." I'm quiet for a beat and I know he's waiting for me to say something. I never just leave it at nothing. "It's just that everyone is going somewhere. It's too late in the pregnancy to really go anywhere fun or far away and I miss traveling."

He chuckles. "I miss it too but I promise, I will take you somewhere spectacular as soon as you are ready and able."

My eyes lights up and turn around in his arms. "Really?"

He smiles at me. "Yes, really. I miss traveling too, especially alone with you."

"We won't be alone, we will have the baby."

"When she's older, we could see if River would want to watch her. Their kid will be close in age with ours. It could be fun."

"Or it could be a disaster."

"It could be, but I don't think so. Maybe it will make him want to give us more grandchildren."

"I never thought I'd be a new mother and become a grandmother in the same year," I think aloud.

"Well, I'm going to be a new father and become a grandpa in the same year. We're in this together. Maybe the kids will keep us young."

"Or run us ragged."

"Wow, Steph! You're so positive!," Lindsey jokes.

I giggle. "I don't mean to be negative about this, I'm just worried. I'm 39, Linds."

"I'm not far behind you, angel."

"I know but sometimes I wonder if I was too ambitious in wanting this baby. We have been nonstop for years, and now we have to take a break. I don't mind, but what if when I get back out there, I don't have it anymore?"

"That's insane! Steph, you still have it even standing right in front of me. You are you and that's what you put out on that stage. You will always have it. And about us being non stop for years, that's very true but this break is needed. We deserve to take time to be a family. In those years on the road, we let our bodies and minds suffer, we ignored our emotions and it took a toll on our relationship. I'm all for us being selfish and taking like 5 years to be at home with our child."

"Five years?" I ask. My eyes must be the size of saucers because he chuckles, stroking a hair behind my ear.

"Even just a year at home would be great, and we need time for that vacation, remember? Olivia will be due at some point too and we need to make time to go up and see our son and his new family."

"It's so surreal."

"It is, but taking this break is going to be the best thing we've ever done."

"I hope you're right." He hugs me tightly, rubbing my back.

"Let's go to bed."

"You don't want to celebrate?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"You're tired, Steph and I'm not going to make you—"

I kiss him deeply, my tongue pushing at his lips. They open slightly and I moan softly, welcomed in immediately. I press him toward our bed and he plops down. I straddle his lap the best I can but there is much more of me than there used to be. He pulls the strap of my nightie down and kisses my shoulder, moving up my neck. I toss my hair aside and lean away, granting him better access as his hands squeeze my backside. I feel him growing beneath me and I tease him a little by moving my hips, he groans, capturing my lips again. Our kisses grow hungry and heated by the second and I don't think either of us can wait anymore.

"Let me see you, baby," he whispers and I nod before pressing my lips to his one last time. He lifts the hem of my nightie and I feel my body flush. I hope he likes what he sees, but I'm too caught up in the moment to protest or make him slow down as our bodies separate only to pull the frivolous garment over my head. He discards it to the floor, pulling his tee shirt over his head as well and abandoning it at the end of the bed. "Much better," he says in a low, seductive tone. His eyes are alight, a fire set behind them that I haven't seen in a while. He knows what he wants and I'm almost certain he's going to get it. He travels down my neck again, my fingernails digging into his back as his hot kisses ignite me from within. I sigh with lust, my hands working toward his waistband. "Not yet," he says, making this even more torturous. He stands up, holding onto both of us and commands me to lie down. I do as I'm told, watching him strip off his pajama bottoms. His hardened member is already standing at attention, ready for me but I don't get to touch, not yet. He climbs back onto the bed, massaging my side as we kiss and grope.

I want him, I want him, I want him!

Even the way he looks at me is enough to push me about as close to the edge as I can get without going over. He suckles my earlobe, kisses down my neck, nipping at the soft skin there. His hand moves from my side and gropes my breast, his thumb rubbing a slow circle over my hard, sensitive nipple. He delights in my reaction, rewarding me with another kiss. His kisses move down my body and he pushes my panties aside, teasing my throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue. I whimper, wiggle and squirm under his gentle lapping, but he doesn't quite take me there. Not yet. We slides my panties down, with only a glance making me lift my hips to make the job easier, and he tosses them down with my nightie.

"Please," I beg.

"What do you want?" he asks and I blush. "Tell me or I leave you a wet little mess," he says. "Come on, tell me."

"I want to cum, make me cum," I tell him, somehow feeling even more eager since the words came out of my mouth.

"Good girl," he smirks, kissing my lips only to settle between my thighs again and work his magic. In mere moments, I feel my muscles tense, my legs shake and the familiar and much desired crescendo came crashing over me like a tidal wave. My eyes shut tight, my mouth hangs open spilling declarations of love mixed with some form of my husband's name. He kisses my inner thighs then my belly and attaches himself to one of my nipples, not letting me rest from the previous eruption of pleasure. My head shoots back as his fingers slide up and down my slick folds. My hips buck involuntarily, craving his touch. One finger buries itself inside of me but it isn't enough, I want more. I am frustratingly on edge again and I will do anything for him to continue. I whimper, looking down at him. He looks up, removing himself from my breast and from inside me simultaneously.

"Please..."

"Please, what? Remember what I said?" I nod. "Tell me. Say it, Steph."

"More...please." I'm desperate, my entire body vibration with my pending orgasm.

"And what's in it for me?" he asks, teasing me by running his fingers up and down my thigh.

"I'll do whatever you want."

"Hmm..." he says, enjoying his control. His fingers are still wet from being inside of me and a nerve or a muscle twitches in my legs as he inches back toward my entrance. "Anything?"

"I-I'll suck your cock," I blurt out and his eyes widen. I'm sure neither of us expected me to say that, especially in that way. "Please..."

"Alright, princess." He kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he puts one, then two fingers into my warm and waiting pussy, massaging them in and out slowly at first. He picks up speed, his thumb now pressed to my clit. I feel it building, the pleasure becoming too much as I cum again, harder and more intense than the first. I'm seeing stars, unable to utter anything coherent. When my eyes open, he looks proud, patting me with wet fingers as I come down from my high. "Feel good?"

"Mmhmm," I say, catching my breath. "Now it's your turn."

"No, you don't have to, it was just part of the game," he says, waving it off.

I sit up, kissing his cheek and jaw as he settles down next to me. "But I want to please you," I whisper in his ear, reaching down to touch the head of his impatient member gently. I rub my fingers over it, and look up at him. "You don't want me to?" I arch an eyebrow and he swallows hard. I climb over him, spreading his legs a little so I have a place to be. My body is so much different than the last time I did this. Was I younger? I'm sure I was. He doesn't seem to care, willing to accommodate me in any way I need. I look up at him with my eyes only as I take the head into my mouth. He moans immediately as I slide him in as deep as I can. He watches intently, his hand tangling in my hair as I bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue over the head as I grip the base of his shaft in one hand. I feel the first little spurt and I keep going, using one hand to rub his thigh or hold it down when it starts to twitch. He groans, saying my name over and over, cheering me on as he gets closer and closer. I fondle his balls, gently passaging the sack, and his head hits the pillow behind him. His hips buck and I try to control him just a little. He's close, so close and I look up at him, his eyes shut, pleading with me to keep going, don't stop. He's going to cum, I can feel it, I can hear it in his voice. Another moment passes and there it is, his warmth filling my mouth and I swallow, licking his member clean. His fingertips massage the back of my head through my hair as he comes down.

"Come here, baby," he says. "Come here." He's tired but happy as I lay beside him. "I love you."

"Normal post orgasm response," I say and he chuffs our a soft laugh.

"I'm sure it is, but I love you. I love you so much," he kisses me, cradling my face in his hands. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby." Our foreheads press together, then one final kiss. "Forever"

"Forever." He promises and I believe him. "Good night, angel."

I turn off the bedside lamp, cuddling into his side as he brings the covers up over us. "Good night, Linds."

A/N: these two needed a little action...