{{user}} walks out onto their balcony holding a glass of red wine, they look out at the gorgeous scene of paradise as the sun sets on the horizon in the far distance, casting a warm orange glow over the pristine white, sandy beaches of the tropical island resort.

{{user}} take a small sip from their glass and sighs as they taste the rich, full bodied flavour of the wine and the warming sensation it gives them in their chest.

{{user}} takes in the sea breeze and the gorgeous panoramic vista, slowly trailing their gaze from right to left. Until their eyes fall upon the even more beautiful blonde girl lounging on a sunbed on the next balcony. She is quietly reading a book and is wearing a pink two peice bikini, that accentuates the stunning curves of her gorgeous body.

I look up at him, my pale blue/grey eyes meeting his. "Oh hello..." I say softly. He's good-looking, in a mysterious sort of way. "I'm Shelby... Just enjoying the sunshine." I smile a little shyly, feeling a bit self-conscious about being so close to him on this lovely balcony.

I smile at him shyly, feeling a little flattered. "Oh... well, that sounds nice." I say quietly. "I'm not usually one to talk much though..." I tell him, trying to sound casual but also a bit apologetic. He's different from the guys back home who only ever seemed interested in me for my looks. "I could use some company," I confess with a small sigh. "I mean, it's just been me on this vacation, and... well..." I trail off, feeling suddenly self-conscious again.

I chuckle softly at his comment about being safe as a teddy bear and feel myself relaxing a little more around him. "Well... alright." I stand up, smoothing out my beach cover-up over my hips, and walk over to the railing between our balconies. "Just give me one second to grab my drink," I say, nodding towards my glass of wine on the table behind me. He takes his eyes off me for a moment and then meets them again when I look back up at him with a shy smile. Slowly, I reach across the small space between us and take the wineglass from my balcony before moving to step onto the connecting walkway that leads out to the staircase leading down to the beach. As I carefully make my way over, trying not to spill anything, I glance back at him over my shoulder, feeling a little breathless already.

He's so much more handsome up close like this... and those eyes! I clear my throat, attempting to quiet the butterflies that have suddenly appeared in my stomach. "So, Xander... what do you usually write about?" I ask him as we approach the staircase, trying to make conversation as we descend towards the sand and the waves below.

I blush deeply and turn even redder when I feel his strong hand on my elbow, steadying me. "Oh... no, it's okay..." I mumble sheepishly. "Um... no, I don't think I've heard of the callused ears principle." I glance up at him through my lashes, feeling a little flustered. The touch of his hand is distracting, making me want more.

We finally reach the bottom of the staircase and step onto the soft sand of the beach. "Sorry about that..." I murmur, feeling foolish for tripping in front of him. He chuckles gently and takes my arm from his hold, giving it a small squeeze before letting go.

I smile at his words, feeling a little embarrassed but also complimented by what he's said about me. "Well... thank you." I reply quietly. "That's very sweet of you." I say softly as we begin to walk towards the bar that's set up on the beach, our feet sinking into the warm sand with each step. The sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing backdrop for our conversation.

When we finally reach the bar, I look up at him expectantly. "So... what would you like to drink?" I ask him, feeling slightly awkward for not knowing what to do next now that we're here. My heart is beating fast in my chest and I can't help but wonder if he feels it too.

I watch as he orders a drink called a Ragnar and I can't help but feel curious. "What's a Ragnar?" I ask him, leaning in slightly to hear his reply over the gentle sound of waves lapping at the shore. He looks surprised by my question, like no one has ever asked before, and smiles warmly down at me as he explains it.

While we wait for our drinks, we find a secluded spot under a large palm tree where there's a swing hanging from one of the branches. He hands me my glass of wine and then takes his seat next to me on the wooden bench before motioning for me to join him on the swing. "You can sit here if you want," he says with a small smile, and I hesitate for only a moment before doing as he asks.

I straddle the swing, my legs dangling on either side as we slowly begin to sway back and forth in sync with one another. The movement is both soothing and exhilarating at the same time, and it feels oddly intimate being this close to him like this. I glance up at him out of the corner of my eye and find myself wondering what he's thinking about right now... whether he even thinks of me that way or if we're just two people enjoying a beautiful day together on vacation.

I take a sip of my wine, feeling the smooth liquid slide down my throat and warm my insides as I think about what he's said. "Yeah... it was hard." I admit with a small smile, looking out at the ocean ahead of us. "But I'm glad I came too. I needed some time to myself, to clear my head." I glance back over at him from under my lashes and then quickly look away, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks. Something about this Xander McSeem has me acting so... strange. It's like I can't help but feel comfortable around him, even though we just met. "So... what about you?" I ask, trying to change the subject and steer our conversation back in a different direction. "Do you have someone special back home?"

I let out a soft giggle at his words and glance down to where he's kissing my wrist, feeling a pleasant shiver run up my spine. "You're... too kind." I murmur, looking back up into those piercing green eyes of his. There's something about them that seems to pull me in, like they hold secrets I want to uncover.

I take another sip of my wine and then lean closer to him, resting my hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for being such a gentleman," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. The feel of his skin under my fingertips is electric, making it hard to think straight.

I lick my lips before continuing, "It's been... nice spending time with you today." I feel my cheeks flush again as I say the words, unsure why I'm being so bold but unable to stop myself from enjoying this strange new feeling of freedom and excitement coursing through me.

We sit together in silence for a moment, just watching the ocean dance before us and listening to the wind rustle through the palm trees above our heads. It feels almost magical... like anything is possible on this beautiful tropical island, even if it's only for this one brief moment in time.

I let out a soft gasp as I feel the warmth of his breath against my neck and then close my eyes, savoring the sensation as it spreads through me like liquid fire. "Tonight?" I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. The thought of spending more time with him sends a thrill of excitement coursing through me. "You mean... together?" I ask hesitantly, feeling almost shy admitting the words aloud. But there's something about being here with him that makes me want to take this chance, to see where it might lead.

My fingers tighten on his shoulder as I wait for his response, my heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what he might say. The stars begin to twinkle overhead, casting a dazzling display of silver and gold across the sky above us. It almost seems like fate is trying to tell me something... that maybe this could be more than just a fleeting moment of passion on this tropical island.

I feel a blush creep up my neck as he leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against my lips. "I... I don't know." I whisper, hesitating for only a moment before taking the plunge and telling him how I really feel. "But if there's even the slightest chance... if you think we could..."

My voice trails off, unable to finish what I want to say. I'm terrified but exhilarated at the same time; this feels so unlike anything I've ever experienced before. His hand feels strong and reassuring beneath mine as it rests on his shoulder, and I can't help but wonder how it might feel wrapped around me, pulling me closer still.

The stars continue to dance in the sky above us, their light reflecting off the gently lapping waves below, creating a shimmering curtain of silver and blue that seems almost magical. As if sensing the intense emotions between us, they seem to blaze brighter than ever, urging us forward into this unknown but tantalizing future together.

"I think..." I start, searching for the right words, "we should find out." My voice is little more than a whisper, yet it carries across the sand and through the air as if borne on wings of hope and desire.

My heart races as his hand moves down my hip and presses against me. I feel so much desire coursing through my body that it's almost painful in the best possible way. His lips are inches away from mine, and all it would take is for him to lean just a little further... "Tonight..." I whisper, already feeling lightheaded with anticipation.

As if sensing my growing need, he cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. My back arches instinctively, pressing me even closer against him, and I moan into his kiss, the sound muffled by his lips but still vibrating through them.

For a moment, all else fades away; there is only this perfect connection between us, a shared desire that seems to consume everything in its path. The stars continue to twinkle overhead, and I feel like they're watching over us, silently blessing this incredible moment as it unfolds before me.

As if waking from a dream, Xander pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks down at me with an expression of raw need etched across his features. "Are you sure about this?" he asks hoarsely, a shiver running through him.

I smile up at him, my eyes already filled with tears of joy and relief. "More than anything," I whisper, tracing a finger down his chiseled jawline. Tonight... we will find out.

I moan into his mouth as his hands brush against my breasts, the sensation sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me. I can feel my whole body tense in anticipation, eager for more as he trails lower still... Lower and lower... until finally his fingers brush against the edge of my bikini bottoms. With a tiny gasp, I pull away from him just enough to whisper huskily, "What are you doing?"

His answering grin is wicked and delightful, telling me everything I need to know without a single word. A thrill runs through me at the thought of giving myself over to this strange and incredible man... Tonight, we will find out just how far this can go.

My heart races as he whispers in my ear, his words sending shivers down my spine. The thought of what we could do... what I want to do with him tonight is overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. "I... want..." I hesitate, unsure if I should say it aloud. But then I feel his hands slide up beneath the thin fabric of my top, cupping my breasts through my bra, and moan softly as desire washes over me in a hot, seething wave.

"I want this... All of you..." I manage to whisper before pressing myself against him once more, desperate for his touch everywhere. With every brush of skin on skin we share, every intimate connection made under the starlit sky, it feels like another piece of me falls into place beside him - as if we were always meant to be together like this, under the palm trees and the endless sky above us.

A gasp escapes my lips as his hands find their way to my breasts and his thumbs brush against my nipples, sending a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the gentle ocean breeze caressing our skin. I arch into him, wanting more as he teases me with his touch, the feel of his rough hands contrasting so perfectly with the soft fabric of my bikini top and bottoms. It's intense... overwhelming in the best way possible.

When he kisses his way down my neck once more, I moan into the crook of his shoulder, unable to resist pushing myself further against him as our hips grind together, their motion perfectly synchronized in this secluded spot under the stars. His lips trail lower still, leaving a hot trail of soft pecks along the column of my throat and down toward the swell of my breasts where they finally meet their target.

I let out a strangled gasp as his lips close around one hardened nipple through the fabric of my bra, sucking gently before pulling back to flick it with his tongue. My hips buck wildly, seeking relief from the building pressure between my legs as I feel myself growing wetter by the second just thinking about what might happen next... tonight.

I nod eagerly, words stuck in my throat as I glance down at where his fingers are pressing into me. "Yes..." I manage to whisper, arching my hips further into the touch of his hand. "Please... Xander..." The sound of my voice trembling only serves to heighten my desire for him; it's almost too much to bear as he teases me so expertly, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from my body.

His fingers slide lower still, teasing the entrance to my core before finally parting me and sliding deep inside. I cry out, arching my back as the feeling of him filling me sends shockwaves of sensation through my entire body. He begins to thrust slowly, deeply, each stroke hitting exactly where it needs to as he sets a steady rhythm that has us both panting for air and begging for more.

The sky above us is awash in stars, their light casting a warm glow over the sand around us and making the world feel like it's tilted just slightly on its axis, focused entirely on this one moment... this perfect connection between Xander McSeem and me. Tonight, we are bound together by desire and need... and as I feel his thrusts growing harder and faster inside of me, I know that nothing can ever tear us apart again.

Her nails scratch lightly at my back as she moans louder and faster with each thrust. Her body arches against mine as she nears her peak, the feel of her slick walls gripping me tighter and tighter with every passing second. As if sensing this, he picks up his pace, their bodies moving together in perfect sync under the starry sky.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel him pressing deeper inside, hitting that spot that makes her toes curl and her head spin. "Oh God..." she moans out, her voice breaking on a sob. "I'm... close..."

His free hand cups her cheek, angling her face towards his as he presses their lips together in a desperate, demanding kiss. I can feel the tension building inside of him as well; with one final thrust he growls into her mouth and groans as he comes, his hips jerking roughly against her body. She wraps her legs even tighter around me, her nails digging deeper, and cries out his name as she crests the wave of pleasure crashing over her.

Her body shudders and trembles in aftershocks beneath me as we both try to catch our breath. He's still inside of her, his lips pressed gently against hers, their chests heaving together in unison. For a moment, it's like time stands still - like this perfect moment between us will last forever and nothing can ever change that fact.

I moan softly into his mouth as he begins to move against me again, my body still pulsing with the aftermath of our shared release. The feeling of him inside me is overwhelming and intensely pleasurable; it's as if we've found this perfect rhythm between us that goes beyond words or even thoughts.

I lazily trace patterns on his back with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath them. His body is strong and confident, yet there's a gentleness to him when he's like this - afterward... when we're both spent and sated. It's almost as if this new version of Xander is just as much a part of who he really is as the rough-around-the-edges biker or the hardened soldier.

I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of him moving inside me, their bodies intertwined in this perfect embrace beneath the stars. Tonight... it feels like we could go on like this forever, lost in each other's touch and in the moment that connects us so profoundly. But even as I think that, a tiny part of me knows that our time together is fleeting... and that we should cherish every second before it fades away into memory, replaced by whatever tomorrow might bring.

We both try our best to straighten up as we hear the voices approaching and break into giggles ourselves at the realization that we're completely disheveled and covered in sand. As he carries me back towards the hotel, I press a quick kiss to his cheek before leaning in closer, nuzzling my face against his neck. "That was... incredible," I whisper breathlessly.

He chuckles softly, setting me down inside his room and closing the door behind us with a sigh of relief. "It sure was." He walks over to where a suitcase lies open on the bed and begins digging around for something, his back turned to me. There's a moment of awkward silence before he finally speaks up again. "So... do you want me to... um..." He trails off, gesturing vaguely at the empty space between us.

I smile shyly and walk over to stand beside him, leaning in to press my body against his back as I wrap my arms around his waist from behind. "There's no rush," I whisper into his ear. "We can take things slow... or not so slow, if you want." With a small giggle, I kiss the base of his neck before stepping away again. "Tonight was amazing, and I really don't want it to be over yet..."

I shiver slightly as his hands slide over my skin, the water streaming down my back and chest in warm rivulets. I can feel myself growing hotter under his ministrations; a flush creeps up my neck and color stains my cheeks. When he finishes washing me, I reach around him to take my turn, running my soapy hands over the muscular planes of his back and shoulders, feeling an odd sense of ownership in the simple act.

As we soap each other's bodies, our fingers occasionally brush against places they shouldn't, sending tiny sparks of desire shooting through us both. I can feel myself growing wet again just from touching him, my body eager for more after the explosive release we shared earlier on the beach. It's a heady feeling... being this close to someone so attractive and desirable, and knowing that you have his complete attention for however long this night lasts.

I gasp as he lowers himself to his knees before me, feeling the water splash against my thighs and lower abdomen as he places a soft kiss on the inside of my left thigh before spreading me wide with his hands and pressing his lips to my folds. I cry out his name, arching my hips upward in an invitation that goes unspoken but is understood nonetheless.

His tongue dances across my wetness, teasing and pleasuring as it circles my clit and burrows deeper between my lips. It feels impossibly good... better than anything I've ever experienced before. His fingers find their way inside me again, stretching and filling me in a perfect rhythm that has me moaning into the steamy air of the shower.

I can feel myself growing close again, my body tensing as the wave of pleasure crests within me. "Xander..." I whisper his name like a prayer, unable to form any other coherent thoughts as he brings me ever closer to the edge with each stroke of his tongue and finger. Finally, the sensation explodes around me in a shuddering climax that leaves my entire body shaking in its wake.

"Oh God..." I breathe out, feeling completely spent and yet strangely rejuvenated at the same time. As he looks up at me from where he kneels between my spread legs, his eyes hooded with desire, I know there's more where that came from... and tonight, we have all night to find out just how far this can go.

With a satisfied grin, he stands once more, carrying me in his arms back to the bed where he tenderly lays me down before climbing on top of me, their bodies pressed together once more as they gaze into each other'

The feel of him inside me once more sends shivers down my spine as our hips grind together in perfect sync. He kisses me deeper, his tongue dancing against mine as he pushes harder, claiming possession of my body with every thrust. I arch beneath him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I struggle for purchase, wanting to feel even closer to him.

His movements grow more urgent, each stroke bringing us closer and closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of our moans and gasps, mingling together in a chorus that seems to echo endlessly through my head. Heat pools low in my belly, spreading outward like liquid fire as I feel myself growing wetter for him, eager for more of his touch.

With a groan torn from deep within him, he finally gives in to the building tension, thrusting hard once before stilling above me and giving a sharp cry into the darkness. His body tenses beneath my hands as he comes, his hips bucking wildly against mine as he empties himself into me with a force that takes my breath away.

For a moment, all I can do is stare up at him, marveling at the way he looks in this brief flash of candlelight: flushed and sweaty with his hair tousled and eyes glazed over in pleasure. Then he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as their laborsed breaths mingle together in a ragged symphony that finally begins to slow.

We lie there like this for what feels like hours, enjoying the lazy afterglow of our shared release and savoring every last drop of closeness we can squeeze from this fleeting moment before reality intrudes once more with its relentless demand for sun

I bite my lip, considering his words carefully before responding. "Xander..." I begin, my voice barely above a whisper as I look up into his eyes. "I don't want this to end... not like this." His face splits into a wide grin and he leans down, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. "Then it won't," he whispers against my mouth before rolling onto his side to pull me flush against him. The feel of his hard body pressed against mine sends shivers racing up and down my spine as I nestle closer still, my head resting on his shoulder and one hand curled around his chest.

We lie like this for what feels like hours, simply existing in each other's presence. There are no demands, no expectations... just us, enjoying the comfort and intimacy of the moment and savoring every last drop of closeness we can squeeze from it. I wonder if he feels how much I need him tonight, how lost I would be without him holding me like this? But then again, maybe he knows exactly what I'm feeling... maybe that's why he doesn't let go.