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ℛafe During Your Honeymoon! ࿐ ༢

warnings; none! fluff<3

Summer in the Virgin Islands was a queer occurrence where the devastating heat and the fragrance of passion fruit and the shanties selling beadwork and skinned herring and thick spools of flowers threaded together to the entourage of tourists all melted languidly into a hedonistic passage. She could feel the humidity sink into her bones as she lay her stomach flat onto the coast as the salty turquoise waters washed over the white sand in a rhythmic manner, the sound of waves crashing lulling her slowly to sleep. It was only when a familiar muscled hand drew his fingertips over the suntanned small of her back that she arose, gasping softly as they trailed down to the plump swell of her ass that was red from too much sun and she smiled real wide from too much wine. Rafe's other hand found purchase on her tattooed palm and he grinned as the cool metal of his ring kissed the obscenely large diamond set on hers. Their wedding had just been a week ago, a frivolous event as was anything sponsored by the Camerons' black amex, but somehow, the two of them found more pleasure in basking in the newness of it all on the expanse of tropical beach alone than they had sitting in the center of a black-tie occasion and playing the gracious pair of hosts.

Rafe laid down beside her, his larger frame shadowing over her own, and in that moment, he came to realize that the only thing that would truly matter to him from now until the day he takes his final breath was her. She was all-consuming and it was chemical just how quickly she managed to make herself seen in his life, whether it was through the scent of bergamot that lingered on her skin or the abrasive cackle of her laughter that colors her red — she was a figment of his imagination that he had willed to be true. She had to be; there was no other reason why someone as jaded and awful and destructive as he had been given something so pure. As her freckled and tanned stomach rose steadily with belly-deep breaths, Rafe knew he would spend an eternity trying to deserve her and would yet never succeed. For some reason, here, now, enveloped in the solitude of their intimate honeymoon escapade, he was alright with that.

author's note; yayayay I hope you guys liked it! i'm iffy on it rn