Summary: After the public wedding neither of them really wanted, Drake and Mika take some time for themselves.
Mika knows Drake doesn’t love the idea of their wedding being a public event. Truth be told, she doesn’t really either. In the back of her mind, she still dreams of a small, intimate wedding, with a s’mores bar and whiskey and softly glowing hanging lanterns. Only their closest friends and family would be there to watch them exchange vows, instead of hundreds of people neither of them really knows.
She’s always liked the idea of rustic decor, of having the reception outside under the starlight. Drake would grumble about everyone staring at them during the first dance, but he’d hold her close and whisper “I love you” in her ear before the song ended. They’d still sneak off, though her dress would probably keep them from getting too carried away. Still, they’d kiss and touch enough to promise what was to come when they were truly alone.
Mika promises (both for Drake’s sanity and for herself) that they’ll honeymoon somewhere quiet and secluded. She refuses to let him help her plan, wanting it to be a surprise, even though he keeps reminding her that he doesn’t like surprises. Mika wants to go somewhere warms, and she’s positive he’ll like this place.
A few days after the wedding, Mika tells Drake to pack his bag. She still won’t tell where they’re going, but she does tell him to make sure to pack his swim trunks.
“I’m bringing that bikini in my second dresser drawer,” she tells him when he frowns and goes to protest.
His pupils dilate, his mouth relaxing just a little as she pulls the swimsuit out and very slowly and deliberately places it in her bag.
“Kelemen…” he groans.
“Walker,” she corrects him, and his pupils dilate a little more.
There’s a recognizable flash in his eyes that sends heat straight to her stomach as he suddenly lifts her up and lays her on the bed.
“Say that again,” he says hoarsely, hovering over her.
“You can still call me Kelemen if you really want,” Mika breathes, letting her teeth graze over the shell of his ear. “But technically it’s Walker now.”
They leave early the next morning, early enough that she falls asleep against Drake’s shoulder on the ride to the airport. Liam loans them his jet for the flight, so Drake can’t even guess where they’re going as they take off.
“Do you really think I’d make you go somewhere you’d hate for our honeymoon?” Mika asks him as they take off. “I promise, Drake. You’ll like it. Or at the very least, you won’t hate it. And we’ll be alone.”
When they land at the small airport and get to the beach house, it’s even better than Mika had imagined. It’s quiet save for the waves crashing against the sand, and there are no other houses in sight. The beach is private and beautiful, the sand soft under her toes as they take their shoes off and walk down to the water. There’s a cabana with white, gauzy drapes just steps from the house, and a few large, cushioned lounge chairs inside it.
“Well?” Mika asks Drake as the surprisingly warm water covers their feet.
Drake shrugs, but she can see him trying to hide a smile.
“I’d be okay going anywhere as long as you were there,” he says, “but this isn’t bad.”
Mika rolls her eyes and elbows him lightly. “Really, Drake?”
He lets his smile come out as he pulls her close, leaning down to kiss her.
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She’s usually a more practical traveler, unpacking and getting a few groceries, but it’s warm and early in the day, and all she wants is to sit in the cabana. Mika deliberately changes into her swimsuit first, to prevent Drake from even thinking about protesting. He doesn’t say a word, just stares at her with a look on his face that tells her all too well he’d much prefer her with the swimsuit off. Mika laughs, playfully pushing against his chest in the direction of his suitcase.
“Later,” she promises.
There’s a hint of a breeze that ruffles her hair and the cabana drapes, the sun almost directly overhead warm against her skin. Drake pulls two chairs out to the front of the cabana, and Mika turns from watching the impossibly blue water to watch him instead.
His hair falls over his forehead as he works, effortlessly moving the chairs in the sand. He’s shirtless and barefoot and so deliciously all hers that she can’t stop staring at him.
Drake glances up when he’s done, catching her looking at him.
“What?” he asks.
Mika makes her way over to him, letting her hands trace lightly up his bare stomach and chest. Her fingers linger over the scar on his left shoulder that’s just starting to fade.
“I still can’t believe we’re here,” she murmurs. “I thought for the longest time that you’d never let me in.”
She tilts her chin up to find Drake staring at her, his eyes filled with so much emotion that it makes her breath catch.
“I know,” he murmurs, then captures her lips in a slow kiss. “I wasted a lot of time.”
There’s a tinge of regret in his voice. Mika slides her hands around the back of his neck, the ends of his hair tickling her fingers.
“But we’re here now,” she reminds him.
His hands trail down her back and to her thighs, lifting her easily. She wraps her legs around him and presses her face against his neck.
“And alone,” she whispers.
Drake groans quietly and turns back to the house.
“No,” Mika moans, nipping at his skin. “Here. Now.”
“There’s a bed just up the stairs,” Drake points out, even as he turns towards the cabana.
“This is a private beach,” she points out breathily.
Drake kisses her once, his lips hungry against hers, then sets her down on the sand and slides the cabana drapes closed.
“Private beach, Drake,” Mika says again.
He turns back to her, his eyes dark. “I know.”
There’s something even more intimate about being enclosed in the cabana as Drake lowers her to one of the chairs, like he’s trying to keep the rest of the world out. He kisses down her neck and collarbones, his lips light and teasing and hitting all the spots that make her writhe underneath him.
She likes the way he sucks in a breath when he undoes her bikini top and cups her breasts, his thumbs running slowly over her nipples. He still looks at her like it’s the first time, like he’ll never tire of seeing her like this. Mika can feel his self-control wavering as she sighs and arches into his hands.
She pushes herself upright, straddling him, and murmurs, “Make love to me,” in his ear.
He squeezes her hips once, lifting her so she’s standing next to the chair, and slides the bikini bottom over her legs and off. She wants him bare too, and impatiently pulls at the waistband on his swim trunks. Drake stands and slides them off, then lays her back down.
“I love you,” he says, brushing his lips over hers.
“I love you.” Her voice trembles just slightly as she speaks.
It’s from want and need and still a little bit of amazement that they’re finally here, together, with no one and nothing in between them.
She moans as Drake moves his hand between her legs, his touch light and gentle and making her squirm.
“Mm,” she whimpers, sucking in shaky breaths as Drake glides his fingers over her.
She tugs him closer, kissing him desperately.
“I want you,” she pleads against his mouth, gripping his wrist.
“I want you too,” he responds in a low, husky tone that makes her even more desperate for him.
He kisses her again, gently biting her lower lip, then slides into her. His movements are slow and deliberate at first, and despite how impatient she is, he feels so incredible that she doesn’t even want to tell him to move any faster. This, right here, right now, is exactly what she wants.
Drake links their fingers together, supporting himself above her with his other arm. He presses his lips across her neck, sucking lightly, until she finally can’t take it and bucks her hips into his.
“More,” she begs.
“Anything, baby,” he says huskily, then slams into her, squeezing her hand.
A groan escapes him when she digs her fingers into his shoulders, her legs locking around him.
“Yes,” she moans, their faster pace and the tilt of his hips nearly making her come undone.
Drake leans back suddenly, gripping her thighs until she relaxes them. She watches through hooded eyes as he rests her calves on his shoulders, holding her thighs as he starts moving again.
“Oh yes,” she manages to gasp.
He thrusts in and out of her, his fingers digging into her skin with her every gasp and moan and whimper. He falters, just once, when she feels her muscles start fluttering around him. She’s close, can feel herself trembling when she looks up at Drake, at the way he’s watching her and the utter love and desire written on his face.
“Drake,” she moans.
He leans forward, releasing one of her thighs. His eyes are wild and hazy when he runs his thumb over her clit, making her arch into him and nearly sob his name as she comes.
She faintly hears him curse and then say her name. Her eyes open slowly, focusing on him, and his movements grow sloppy when their eyes meet. He’s close, too, she can tell. Mika reaches for him, running her thumb over his lips and then cupping his cheek in her hand.
“Drake,” she whispers.
His breathing is ragged and shallow, and he lets out a guttural groan at her touch and her whisper, his head dropping forward when he spills inside her. Watching him like this, giving in and not holding back anymore, always makes her heart beat even faster. She wonders if she’ll ever get used to the way Drake Walker loves her. She doesn’t think she will.
When Drake lifts his head, he squeezes her legs once, then lowers them down. He lays beside her, pulling them chest to chest, his lips brushing over her forehead.
“Mmm,” Mika hums contentedly, running lazy fingers across his back and side.
She smiles when he squirms a little. The cabana is warm, and so is Drake, and that, combined with the soothing sound of the sea meeting the sand, nearly makes her fall asleep.
Drake nudges her awake after a few quiet moments, and she grumbles in protest.
“We’re naked on a beach,” he points out.
“Private beach, in a private cabana,” she yawns, curling closer to him.
Mika laughs quietly at the half-frustrated noise he makes.
“Okay, okay,” she says
She props an elbow up on his chest, sighing in pleasure at his fingers running through her hair.
“What is it?” she asks him, noting the look on his face.
“I still can’t believe you’re here with me,” he admits.
“But I am,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss him. “I’m right where I want to be”
“And exactly who I want to be with.” She whispers the words against him, resting her forehead against his.
Drake is smiling when she opens her eyes. That, she knows, is something she’ll never get tired of seeing.