Take Off (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Seven: Honeymoon

Hello, lovelies. I hope you're all having a lovely New Year's. It's still two hours until 2015 where I live.(:

I'm saddened to say that this is the second to last chapter in the book. I'll give them both my best, and later on I'll go back and edit the whole story to the best of my abilities. 

I put a classic, yet fitting, song to the side. Long live The Beatles♥♥xo

Much love, enjoy.♥

*WARNING: There will be a mild sexual theme about parts of this, as can be expected on a honeymoon. I won't make it vile, but you get the jist.*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night of our wedding was one I will never ever forget. We had came into the room, tired. The time difference had messed up our schedule a bit, and we both collapsed on the bed. He kissed me, and I kissed him. But this kiss grew to something more than it ever had before. Before I knew it, both of our shirts were off, (and I must say, he is toned to perfection), and he was kissing me everywhere. 

As fast as it all was, he was gentle with me. I don't think he can really be anything but. Unless he's in Loki mode. I've learned now that when he gets in character, it takes a while for him to go back. For instance, once he was reciting "The Hollow Crown" to me, and kept calling me 'fair maiden', by accident.

Initially, it hurt for the first few seconds, but the main soon melted into pleasure. He filled me not only physically, but emotionally. I felt more connected to him now than I ever had with anyone else. I was his now, forever, and he was mine.

~

"Oh god, I think I'm dying. Tell my mom I love her, okay, Tom? The light, I see it..." I fell over dramtically on a large rock, gasping for air. We had just hiked through the Pipawai Trail in the Haleakala National Park. Tom was more athletic-y than I was so of course, Mr. nice and fit had no problem, but I, being the lazy creature I am, thought about suicide half way up. 

Tom laughs, as if he hadn't even lost his breath. "Come on! The best view is only around there!" He points to a large grouping of bamboo and palm trees. I heave myself up. "It better be the best view in the world." He rolls his eyes and we continue . Let me just say, that view was absolutely worth the hike. There was a large waterfall, and the wind blew gorgeously through the bamboo forest, making a wind chime noise. We sat down on a rock by the water, eating our lunch. "I love you." Tom says. "And I love you."

~

Of course, what would a trip to Hawaii be without going to the beach? That's what I picked.

I wore a brand new bright purple swimsuit, and Tom wore navy swim trunks. (Again, perfectly toned). We swam during the daytime, exploring the sights of the beach and dense jungle shoreline. But, as night fell, we just laid on a towel, looking up at the stars. Tom pointed out some constellations out to me. 

I smile up at the sky, impossibly happy. Tom looks over at me.

"Mackenna, my darling? You have changed my life in so many ways, and I love you. I look forward to spending my life with you." I blush, and jump on him, attacking him with kisses. He rolls me to my back, and the swimsuit comes off.

~

Stupid airports.

I watch Tom take a few more photos and sign a few more things, before apologozing about a dozen times to the small crowd of girls. "I'm sorry, dears, but out plane leaves in ten!" They all giggle and insist it's fine, letting him come back to me. I don't mind the fans. I was literally just one of them two months ago. 

They know about us. Tom and I went public with our relationship after papparzzi took photos of us in London together, me adorning my engagement ring. He had appeared on 'The Late Show' , and announced our relationship. Surprisingly, I got no death threats or hateful comments from anyone that I'm aware of. One thing I've noticed; Hiddlestoners are quite possibly just as nice as Tom himself. 

Anywho, we board our plane home after a week and a half honeymoon. Back to London, where we will soon move into a flat big enough for us to start a family in. Not in the coming months, but sometime, we've agreed most definetley to have children, and I know Tom will be the most wonderful father. 

But for now, I just lay against his shoulder, smiling in memory of how we met. 

"Does Benedict ever fly often?" I ask him, smiling. I know he and Ben are great friends.

"Well, yes. I suppose. Why?" He asks, furrowing his brows.

"Because I may just have to tell a friend back home that the best place to pick up British boys is on a plane."