Against The Odds

Hawaii

I held Ian's had as he drove to the beach house we were going to stay at. I was looking out the window at this beautiful place. It seemed to be stuck in summer all year.

"I already like Hawaii and I've only been to its airport." I say with a laugh.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Ian says and kissed my hand.

"Thank you for all this." I say gratefully.

"You don't have to say thank you, cupcake, being here with you is all I ever want." Ian says lovingly and I smiled.

"Wow." I say as the beach house came into view. It was modern style with two floors and floor to ceiling windows. Just the pathway to the door was amazing, covered in exotic flowers.

"Let's go inside." Ian says after parking the car. We hopped out and grabbed our luggage, walking excitedly up to the front door.

"I'm so excited--Whoa!"

Ian opened the door and surprised me by picking me up bridal style. He spun me around and kissed me after putting me down.

"I love you." Ian whispered against the side of my lip, teasing me by not kissing my lips.

Two can play at this game.

"I love you more." I say, and slipped my hands under his shirt and looped my fingers around the straps where you put a belt in.

"That barely turned me on." Ian purred in my ear.

"You didn't either." I shrugged and walked away. Ian suddenly grabbed me around my waist, pulling me into him.

I laughed as he took in the master bedroom that opened up to the beach. He let me go and I ran to the other side of the bed, not letting him catch me. I kept teasing him until he eventually caught me and threw me on the bed.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and he kissed me, our lips moving in unison. My body formed to him perfectly, like we were meant for each other.

We took our clothes off slowly one by one. Our love wasn't fierce, it was soft and gentle. The caresses and the whispered 'I love you' every once in a while. My heart belonged to Ian and his belonged to me, it was like we were one soul.

His touches left goosebumps on my skin and my kisses made him moan softly. Ian was right, this was just like a honeymoon even though we weren't married.

"I've been meaning to ask what that tattoo means." Ian says when I sat up on the bed to put my hair in a bun.

"Really?" I say, going back over to him and rested my chin on his chest.

"It looks recent." Ian says, touching my side back and forth, tickling me a bit.

"I've always had that, love." I say.

"No you haven't. I would've noticed it while having sex." Ian says firmly.

"We've only had sex in the dark and my shirts always covered it." I stated and he face palmed himself.

"When did you get it?" Ian asked.

I chuckled at the memory, "On my eighteenth birthday. My parents never knew about it and still don't, well my dad never will. Eliot is the only one because he went to get me from the tattoo parlor, but it was already too late."

"It's beautiful." He traced it with his finger.

"Want to know something funny? I tattooed the first thing I saw and I was a little drunk. I don't regret it, but it hurt like hell." I laughed with Ian and I took his right forearm, looking at his tattoo. "And yours?"