"Woweeeee!" Katie Frasier stretched her arms over her head, smiling with pleasure. She looked around the beach, and wriggled her toes in the sand.

"You'de better turn over, Frasier. You're going to end up looking like a lobster!" he grinned at her, eyeing her closely over the rim of his sunglasses.

Katie sighed, and turned onto her stomach. "You know what, Henry, I don't think I have ever been more relaxed in my whole life."

Henry lifted his hands and flipped his collar up, John Travolta style, "Oh yeah." He reached over to the table next to his beach chair and drew his daquiri over to him. "Katie, darling, I'm almost out..."

Katie giggled, and lifted a limp, pink arm, signaling for the cabana boy to bring them another round of drinks. Katie and Henry saw tanned male feet in front of them, and Katie turned her head, keeping her eyes closed to the sun, "Bring us more drinks, cutie pie!"

The feet started away, and Katie and Henry reached their hands over to slap five, lazily missing, and laughing loudly. The feet returned, and Katie pointed haphazardly towards the table. "Oh and hey, would you mind rubbing some sun tan oil on my back?"

Henry chuckled, and shook his head on the towel layed out on his chair, "You naughty little minx. What would your Dude Down Under think about that?"

Katie moaned contentedly under the massage she was getting, "I told you, I don't want to talk about him. He left me to go back to Malta and save his precious little flower, what's her name...Stinkweed? Daffodil? Dogwood? Venus Fly Trap maybe?" Katie wiggled a little as the masseuse's fingers lightened up, tickling her. "Hey now!" Henry looked up towards her, and choked on a mouthful of daquiri. His eyes gaping, his mouth dropped open. "Whaa..?

Simon Frasier smirked and held a finger up to his lips, hushing Henry up. Henry stood up, mouth still hanging open. Simon was sitting over Katie, rubbing oil into her back as Katie streched and sighed happily.

"Well, kid, I think I've had enough. I'm going to go see if they know how to make a proper vodka martini up at that bar. I'll see you later." Henry walked off, shaking his head at Katie's softly mumbled responses. "I can't believe it," he said to himself. He shook his head again, laughing and straightening down his collar. "Ooooh!" he said, "babe at 2 o'clock." He walked towards the bar and sat down in between a lanky red head, and a golden haired man.

Simon leaned down and brushed the hair away from Katie's neck, blowing on it softly. He smiled as Katie went very still. He rubbed down her back to the top of her bikini bottoms, and then reached down further and pinched her.
"Hey!" Katie rolled over quickly, but Simon didn't move. He stayed on top of her, grinning down at the shocked look on her face. "Simon!"

Simon went down next to the side of her face and whispered into her ear, "Guess what?"

Katie shivered. She lost any and all thoughts that had been in her mind up until then. That darn accent was so....oh yeah. "Hmm, what?"

Simon looked at her right into her bright blue eyes, and kissed her gently, "I love you." He kissed her again, this time a little longer.

Katie reached up and rubbed her hands down Simon's chest. "Oh, thank God! You're real."

Simon laughed quietly against her mouth, "Yeah, I'm real." He kissed her long and hard, then, "Sorry I kept you waiting."

Katie felt a tear roll down her cheek, and arched up as Simon kissed it away. She loved him then, more than ever. "Oh, Simon. What took you so long?"

Simon smiled at her, "I had to ditch old Dogweed."

Katie giggled, "Heard that, did you?"

Simon kissed a line down her neck to the line where her bikini top met skin, "I don't want to think about anything right now, but you," he lifted his head slightly and looked around, "and maybe getting a little more privacy." He stood up and lifted her into his arms. He walked her towards a cabana a few yards down the beach, and layed her down on the soft, warm sand.

Henry, holding a fresh and lovely martini grinned as he walked by the cabana, hearing Katie's moans of pure pleasure. "Ah, alls well that ends well..." He guarded to cabana viciously from wandering couples, snickering to himself everytime Katie yelped or moaned. "Hee hee." He laughed to himself. The sounds of Simon proved too much for him, though. He ran fifty feet away, collapsing onto the beach, trying his best not to laugh, when he got knocked over by a swell.

Henry, sopping wet, stood up and walked toward the hotel. Katie and Simon emerged from the cabana, looking quite disheveled, and quite happy.

"I'm going to need another room, hmm?" Henry sighed, secretly ecstatic for Katie.

Simon nodded, never taking his eyes off of his wife, "Oh, yeah, we're not going to be coming out of this room for at least.."

"Three days." Katie supplied, simling widely, "If we're missing any longer than that.."

"Send up oxygen." Simon muttered, now practically running, and dragging Katie behind him.

Henry grinned, and waved farewell. Now, time to find him a love!