It was early 2015 now and Richard had completed the required international press and promos for the release of THE HOBBIT: BATTLE OF THE FIVE ARMIES, the third and final film in the Hobbit trilogy and the only one for which Sir Peter Jackson had changed the title from THERE & BACK AGAIN, which had been the story's original title since it first printed in 1937, and all the two of you could think about was escaping the British winter and heading somewhere that was a little more, well ok a lot warmer than the temperatures you were currently living in.
One of the places the two of you had always wanted to go was the Thalasso Resort and Spa in the Tahitian islands, so while you were preparing dinner in the home the two of you were now sharing on the outskirts of London, providing a higher level of privacy, Richard was working on his laptop, going between writing out his own stories and booking twelve days at the resort and in that time not only were you not to be contacted by anyone in the outside world unless it was an emergency, but nothing was to be stressing you out.
"Twelve days with nothing to do but relax and be together baby" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you after he found you standing on the back deck watching as the sun dipped into the skies over the roof of the back neighbour's house. The sound of his voice and what he was saying caused you to lean back against him, your hands immediately on his forearms as he gently tightened his hold, and you had to admit the thought of being alone with Richard in an island paradise was very appealing, especially considering how hard he had worked.
"You really need this time away from everything a great deal more than what I do; what with the press and promotion travel you've been doing lately" you said as you started catching the connecting flights to get from Heathrow to Tahiti, from where you would catch the next available boat from the mainland and out to the resort. Richard smiled slightly and softly squeezed your hand as you walked through LAX, refusing to let go for if he did he feared he would lose you in the always massive crowd and that was the last thing either of you wanted.
After about two and a half days you finally arrived on the Tahitian mainland, which was to be followed by waiting around for a couple or so hours for the next ferry to Bora-Bora, but as soon as you landed on the island, the first thing you and Richard both noticed was the clear shade of blue in the water, which certainly made the Thames river water look almost filthy but London was the furthest thing from both your minds as Richard helped you onto the Ferry first then stepped on behind you, keeping you close after noticing some unflattering glances.
On the one hand he couldn't blame them for looking at you in the way that they were seeing as you were at the time wearing a knee-length baby blue sundress with cap sleeves that showed off your arms and overall physical appearance but on the other hand he felt his protective nature coming up and he was ready to defend you against anything that they may have considered trying, but luckily for you they were going to one of the further islands and would not be able to get to you without swimming for a couple of miles at least.
Richard gently put his hands on your waist and lifted you out of the boat and set you down on your backside on the lower deck of your overwater villa, consequently leaving you to get to your flattest sole sandal covered feet as a member of the resort staff lifted the two surprisingly light sports-bag kind of cases you were bringing with the two of you, well yours was closer to a sports bag than what Richard's was, but that was because you had only really brought swimsuits, dresses and a couple of items designed to seduce Richard to the island.
Hand-in-hand you and Richard walked the wooden walkway as the two of you headed to the Reef Restaurant, which you found to be amazingly good, for your first night's meal at the resort (see picture for the meal) during which time it seemed as though Richard was unable to take his eyes off you. Perhaps it was because you had kept (Y/H/C) down rather than in its usual state of being tied back in various styles, some of which you created yourself or with the help of your friends or your sister, and you found his attentions just a little unnerving.
You asked him as gently as you could why he was looking at you in the certain way that he was and he replied by saying that he liked it when you left your hair down and that this was something you should try to do a little more often when it was just the two of you within the four walls of your home. After dinner, you returned to the same wooden walkway you walked to get to the restaurant, only this time you walk slowly to enjoy the quietness of the night, a world far removed from your hometowns.
As the two of you were beyond worn out from the chaos of the connecting flights beginning at Heathrow and then the ferry ride, the one and the only thing on your minds was getting a full night's sleep, which you found was easy to do given Richard spent the night with you in his arms, your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat with the rise and fall of his mildly sculpted chest, holding your hand delicately in his just underneath his defined chin, to him it was the perfect picture of a content couple letting sleep overtake them.
