Day Three:

On Day Three of their honeymoon, Maddie convinced Harry to venture into town. She wanted to shop a bit, look for some sort of silly souvenir to take home with them, take in the Art Gallery. So they went. They enjoyed lunch in town, eating at an off-the-road bistro that another shopper had recommended. They had gone on a hike, they had signed up for a scuba trip and, by the time they made their way back to their place, to unload bags and refresh, Harry was happy he had given into her and travelled into town. And they found plenty of souvenirs to take home with them; framed paintings, a few small knick knacks that made Maddie giggle, and some fabric that she thought she might have something made out of.

After dinner they sat together outside, his arm draped around her shoulder, his fingers twisting at her hair as he looked out at the water and she read from her book. When she finished her chapter, she put the bookmark in place and set it to the side; her head tipping back to lay on his arm as she turned her eyes to him. Harry, feeling her move, turned to place a kiss on the tip of her nose, a contented smile on his face.

"Hi..." Maddie sighed, leaning into him, her arms wrapping around him as she snuggled closer.

"Hi..." His hand dropped down to her upper arm, rubbing softly; holding her tighter. Maddie smiled wider, pressing closer, and let it all settle over her; how blissfully lucky she was.

Maddie's face turned into him then, pressing a kiss to his chest, warm under his light t-shirt. She felt him kiss the top of her head, his hand squeezing her shoulder as his lips lingered in her hair for a moment. Her legs stretched out along his, taking a deep breath as she tried to nuzzle closer; wondering if she would ever be able to actually be close enough to him.

"Mmm..." Her lips hummed as she kissed his chest again. "I love you..."

"I love you too," was his quick response, his ingrained emotion.

Maddie's smile widened still as her hand, tucked around his waist, began to move; tickling a trail across his stomach to the top of his shorts. With her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, she turned suggestive eyes up to him as one finger traced further down; causing him to stir. His deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, against her cheek, as he shook his head slowly.

"Really now?" He was smirking; eyebrows high on his forehead.

"Mmm Hmm," she nodded, her hand slipping up under his t-shirt to the warm flesh of his stomach.

"Wow..." He was amazed really, his smirk deepening as he pulled her hand into his.

"Aw come on Captain..." She tugged his hand to her for a kiss. "Do I really need to remind you of your vow?"

"Oh for Heaven's sake Madeline," he laughed out loud; amused at her seemingly unquenchable desire. "Maybe I need a day to recover and..."

"With my body I thee honor..." She repeated verbatim, even slipping into her British accent for effect. Her eyes were wide and smiling and he could tell she was messing with him—mostly.

"You're incorrigible." He shook his head.

"Insatiable..." She countered.

"Unhinged..." His eyebrows arched again.

"Uninhibited...." With a smirk firmly in place, Maddie sat up and moved into his lap; facing him with one knee resting on either side of his legs.

"Okay. I'm putting a stop to this..." He pointed a finger at her in warning.

"Putting your foot down?" She grinned.

"Putting my foot down," he nodded, his hands moving instinctually to her thighs.

"Because you're the man?" Her head tipped to the side, his hands moving slowly, rousing the both of them.

"I am the man." He squeezed her hips, pulling her closer—despite his weak protests from only moments before.

"Then be the man..." She challenged and he couldn't deny how sexy she looked in that moment; trying to seduce a man who needed no seduction. He was hers already; always. Her voice dropped like her lashes as her hands moved down his chest again. "Be the man, Harry. Be my man..."

"Madeline. My darling, darling wife..." His voice was gruff, wanting her but enjoying her game so much.

"What happened to all those laws of nature that you defy?" She was smug as her fingers worked their way back under his t-shirt. "My big, manly beast."

"Wow..." He shook his head with a chuckle, one hand leaving her hip; running over his face and into his hair. "I really need to stop talking."

"I couldn't agree more." She leaned forward then, her lips finding his warm and willing.

"What is with you tonight?" His eyes danced as he met hers, his fingers moving into her hair.

"You've unleashed a mad woman." She giggled, pressing her body close to his; her chest resting on his, her legs holding him tight between them.

"It appears that I have," his hands moved down her back then; slowly, soothingly. She smiled softly, allowing her body to rest against him; her desires waning slightly as she prepared to relax and let it go. "At least you're my mad woman."

"That I am." She tipped her lips up to kiss him.

"Madeline?"

"Henry?"

"Follow me inside?"

With a squeal of a laugh, she perked up and even Harry couldn't deny the deep, intense gratification he felt at how excited and happy she was to be with him—at the thought of being with him.

"Come on Captain..." She slid from his lap and held out her hand. "I'll be gentle."

Day Four:

"Maddie!" Harry's voice was bright, chipper; rejuvenated as he bound from the house to where Maddie lazed in the sun.

"Harry!" She called out from under her hat, from behind her sunglasses.

"Step it up, love," his fingers wiggled one of her toes. "A full day ahead. Deep sea fishing till this afternoon, or till I catch something," he grinned. "Home for shower then into the resort for that band that lady told us about in town and..." He trailed off, noticing her complete lack of movement, the absence of response. "Madeline?"

"What if..." She stretched out and took a deep breath. "What if you go deep sea fishing and I stay here and nap?"

"Nap?" His forehead creased.

"And read a book..." She waved her hand at the stack of books on the table next to her.

"You want to nap and...read a book—in paradise..." Harry studied her for a moment before his smile grew incredibly smug; stretching all the way across his face. His arms crossed over his chest. "Oh. I see."

"You see?"

"Is somebody worn out?"

"Excuse me?

"Tired? Exhausted? No energy left?" He cocked an eyebrow; his chest rumbling with laughter. "Has your husband driven you to fatigue?"

"Oh please!" She sighed deeply, pulling her sunglasses from her eyes so he could catch her glare. He caught it and met it and wasn't backing down.

"Say it." He commanded. "You want me to leave so you can rest up."

"Henry."

"Say it."

"Fine." With a deep sigh, she put her sunglasses on and shrugged; going for casual. "I want you to leave so that I can rest up. There. Happy?" She could admit it. The first three days of their honeymoon were catching up with her.

"Not yet," he shook his head, laughing as he leaned to kiss her. "Rest up love. I'll be back this evening...ready to honor you with my..."

"Please don't say your body..."

"Honor you with my body!" He nodded; his nose bumping against hers.

"I really should have known better."

"You really should have," he agreed; kissing her once more before standing up straight and moving to the door. "I'm taking Jim with me. Williams is at their place."

"I know." She smiled at the way he looked out for her.

"Tell me you love me." He turned back to her as he stepped through the doorway.

"I love you." She smiled, despite herself. "Tell me you worship the ground I walk on."

"Oh baby, you know I do..." He looked so damn sexy standing there; cocky and smug and in love with her. Maddie almost regretted sending him off for the day. "I'll see you later today. You still want to go in for drinks and music tonight?"

"I do," she nodded.

"Excellent."

"Hey Harry?" He turned back to her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Enjoy your day."

"Come back to me!" She called out as he moved from the room.

"Wait for me!" He called back, disappearing from her view.

Maddie sighed at the lack of him; for a split second contemplating jumping up and following along. But instead she reached for her drink, a book and, with every intention of rejuvenating for the night, she leaned back in her chair and soaked up their vacation.

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When Harry returned, Maddie had slept away most of the day; her body and her mind were refreshed and ready for a night of mild to moderate debauchery. Drinking. Live music. Harry dancing. Harry, having been successful at catching something, was in top form; rearing to knock back a few and listen to some music. He showered and dressed and, with an arm wrapped loosely around his wife's waist, they walked along the elevated walkway towards the resort.

It was a beautiful evening. The resort was spectacular with open walls and views of the water, and Maddie found great humor in the fact that they had been there for days and had only now stepped foot in the main house, but who could blame her—being locked up with her husband in their place far outweighed this option—as much fun as it was.

They took a booth off towards the side, in a less well lit part of the bar—hoping to remain anonymous as long as they could. But as Harry slid into her side of the booth with her, Maddie realized that most of these people were so engrossed in themselves, in their travel companions that they didn't stop to care who else was around.

The night was lively; fun and entertaining and just the sort of mild craziness the two of them needed in the middle of their trip. They ate some amazing food and tried some new cocktails and, by the time the local band hit the stage, they were pretty well tipsy. As the night grew on, the dance floor grew heavy, thick with people and Harry was ready to join them. His hand slid along her thigh under the table before it reached for hers.

"Come on love..." He smiled that crooked, tipsy smile of his that made Maddie warm inside. "Dance with me." It wasn't a question. And Maddie, feeling drawn to him in so many ways, shrugged away her innate defiance and slipped her hand into his.

He pulled her from the booth and out onto the floor, navigating them through the other couples, the groups of friends and, finding a spot he was satisfied with, he turned and took her in his arms. If either of them had stopped to think about who they were and where they were, they might have thought that he was holding her a bit too close, that his hands were grasping a bit too tight.

But neither of them thought of it and, in truth, neither of them cared. Yes, they were in full view of the public and yes, after such a public wedding, more people recognized them than before, but it was late and everyone had been drinking and neither of them cared. So Harry let his hands move greedily over the curves of her body and Maddie tossed her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his and together they enjoyed the music, they reveled in the free spiritedness that seemed to surround them. And they danced.

It was well into the next morning before they decided it was time to leave. Maddie's hair was mussed, her eyes dancing, her smile wide and her skin glistening from the dancing and the drinks. Stopping at their table for one last drink before they headed out, Harry handled the tab and, when the woman who had been waiting on them all night slipped Harry more than just the receipt, Maddie's eyes grew wide.

There, along with his receipt, on a separate slip of paper, were a name and a phone number. Maddie's eyes flashed to Harry, her mind stumbling over the fact that this was happening; that it was happening in front of her. Her mind was slow, thanks to the drinks, but Harry's wasn't.

"Whoa, whoa," Harry called out the instant he realized what it was; his hand reaching out to the woman. "Sorry. I...No." He held the slip of paper out to her. "No. I'm married," he gestured towards Maddie. "Just married...and happily. This is...not okay. I'm not interested."

"Oh...no, no," she shook her head, the corner of her mouth twitching into half a smile. With wide eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, her gaze passed from Harry to Maddie and back again. "It was for the two of you." She paused for effect. "Together."

"Oh." Harry's lips puffed out a breath; mind numb. This was a first.

"Oh..." Maddie was stunned speechless for a split second.

"Wow. That's..." Harry took a deep, letting that sink for a beat before he held the paper out to her again. "The answer is still no."

"No." Maddie shook her head in agreement.

"Oh," the woman nodded, her eyes flashing with disappointment mixed with the tiniest bit of embarrassment as she took the paper back.

"Sorry..." Maddie offered a warm smile. "You're very beautiful but..."

"No," Harry shook his head, looking to Maddie and back to the woman. "I am not a big fan of sharing."

"He's not," Maddie agreed, her hand running down his arm to slip into his hand. "Thank you, though."

With a mumbled apology, the woman slipped away and Harry turned back to Maddie with a stunned look on his face.

"I think it's time for us to go," he squeezed her hand in his.

"I think you're right," Maddie nodded, suppressing a giggle as he lead her from the bar. They were half way down the walk when Maddie could suppress her laughter no longer. "Oh my God...did that really just happen?" Harry chuckled, pulling her hand to his lips.

"I told you that you looked fucking amazing tonight."

"Ha!" Maddie laughed. "So do you..." Her eyes took him in. "I suppose you can't blame her for trying."

"I suppose you can't," Harry's eyes grew darker as they met Maddie's.

"Just so you know...when I say I want to play, I never mean with somebody else. Do you ever..."

"Please," Harry shook his head. "I have zero intention of ever sharing you with...anyone." He kissed her hand again, his mind shifting. "Speaking of playing, love, do you need more time to recover or..." And before he could finish his sentence, Maddie had moved to him, pressing her body flush with his as she kissed him. His arms went tight around her waist as her tongue pushed into his mouth. It took them mere seconds for the heat to compound between them, for their collective breaths to grow heavy. When Maddie pulled back from him, her lips were pink and slightly swollen and her eyes were full of want.

"I'll race you back..." She pressed her lips to his and then, with a playful gleam in her eye, she dropped his hand and took off running towards their place. Harry watched her, grin wide, for a second before he bound after her; their laughter radiating through the night—morning—air.

To be continued...