Short DiamondShipping Fun! See what happens when Ash isnt Home.

A salty, sea breeze whipped her in the face and the crashing of waves beckoned her down to the seashore with promise of escape from the thick humidity that surrounded her here on Seaform Island.

"I love being rich," Delia chuckled an hour later as she and Giovanni landed on the private island that he had bought a couple of years ago. Playing desperate housewife to a multi-billionaire had never been her thing. He had shelled out a pretty penny to purchase it, but it was well worth it. He was a business tycoon after all. But here, there was absolutely no one around. It would just be him and Delia for the next few days, completely alone; they could do whatever they wanted. Hell, they could even have sex on the beach if they wanted to without having to worry about someone seeing them.

Ah, sex on the beach sounds nice. . .

Delia found herself having to gasp. It was immaculate! Three stories high, it resembled an Italian Villa with creamy plastered walls and great roman pillars and archways. Huge windows and walkways rounded the house so that nothing hampered the pristine, ocean view. Delia didn't even want to think how much all of this cost him. But then again, he hadn't been labelled the most powerful man in not only the business world but the underworld too for nothing.

"About time we got here. This vehicle is ridiculously sluggish," Giovanni quipped, unbuckling his seat belt and exiting the aircraft.

Delia rolled her eyes as she removed her sunglasses, stuffing them into her purse before getting out of the hover jet. Some of the warm sand managed to seep into her shoes as she began walking towards the enormous beach house, but she ignored the discomfort, seeing as how she didn't have too far to walk. "Hon, can you get the luggage?" she called over to Giovanni, who was a few feet behind her.

He sighed heavily as he tossed her the keys, catching it easily with one hand. She giggled as he muttered a few curses under his breath, stomping in the sand towards the aircraft. "Look at you being such a good hubby," she called to him, beaming as she dug the key to the beach villa. "You being helpful rea-lly puts me in the mood."

"It better," he muttered after unloading the luggage, setting it down in the sand so he could drag the sky bag on wheels. Delia grinned as she watched him and then unlocked the door, stepping inside. She kicked her shoes off in the entry way, and then went towards the back of the house where the glorious master bedroom was. She set her purse down on the dresser in the corner, searching for her compact and a tube of lipstick so she could freshen up her makeup.

Her husband entered through the front door a few moments later with the suitcases in hand, grumbling to himself about how ridiculous it was that she needed so many belongings for a weekend trip. He heard her hum a melody in the bedroom and made his way to her, hastily throwing down the luggage, which dented the hardwood floors slightly from the impact. "Hey, be careful with my stuff!" she huffed, looking up from her compact momentarily before going back to applying lipstick.

"There was no need for you to bring all this stuff anyway," he retorted, leaning against the wall a few feet away from her.

"Jeez, Giovanni, no need to be so crabby!" Delia remarked, smacking her lips together as she closed her compact and put it back in her purse along with the tube of lipstick. "This is supposed to be a fun trip!"

As he was about to respond, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened as Delia shamelessly raised her tight black dress up slightly, revealing her frilly thong before she removed it. "Why are you giving me that look, Giovanni?" she asked innocently, flinging the panties down to the ground, right in front of his feet. He licked his lips at the scene of squeezing her breasts and child-bearing hips into pieces of expensive fabric so tiny they would barely cover her important parts in the first place.

When he didn't say anything, she simply giggled and stepped closer to him. She slipped her dress off shoulders, exposing her creamy white mounds that were being contained by a lacy red bra. "I guess I don't need this either," she mused, smiling seductively at him as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her dress was now around her ankles, so she stepped out of it, kicking it next to her discarded bra and underwear.

Even though he still remained silent, his arousal was quite evident as she looked down at his pants. "It's just so hot," she stated casually, fanning herself with her hand, smiling internally at how his dark eyes were hungrily studying every inch of her exposed flesh. "I just don't see a need to walk around in clothes. Unless of course you want me to-"

It only took Giovanni a fraction of a second to have her up against the wall, his lips smothering hers as she wrapped her bare legs around his waist, her hands resting on either side of his cheeks. He then sucked on her upper lip, allowing one of his warms hands to cup one of her breasts, teasing her nipple with his thumb. "Mmmm. . .See I told you this would be fun," she breathed against his moist lips, circling her arms around his neck.

He smirked in return, bringing her lips back to his, sighing into her mouth. He could feel her trembling against him as a few of his fingers grazed her lower back, his tongue intertwining with hers, savoring her sweet taste. Gripping onto the back of her thighs, he carried her over to the bed, never once breaking their fiery kiss. As he settled himself on top of her and fondled her soft, naked skin with his hands, he couldn't help but smirk to himself.

Oh, yes this is going to be one hell of a weekend.

XXX

It was now mid-afternoon, and Delia was positioned underneath Giovanni as his warm staff dug deeper inside of her, a chorus of gratifying moans escaping her lips. She gladly welcomed his thrusts, her fingers dragging up and down his damp back, her lips devouring his. Since their arrival on the private island, they had done nothing but make love on the bed. Currently, this was their fourth round . . . or was it the fifth? They had both lost count. Every new round was better than the last, too. Their sex life had always been active, but it had been quite a long while since they had spent an entire day doing nothing but constantly indulging in their ever-present zeal for each other. And they both loved it. Delia's body was not as durable as Giovanni's, and she could feel herself getting worn out, but she didn't want to stop. It felt so damn good to have his god-like body ramming against hers, and the last thing she wanted to do was quit.

They had been married for five years today and never once had either of them lost their spark for each other. Of course, every marriage had its ups and downs, and the two of them had truly been through some challenging times. Their relationship in the beginning was quite difficult, since Giovanni was hesitant to open up to her and be a 'family man'. After Team Rocket was formed, Giovanni was more accepting of his family, even though he still had periods of time where he could be closed off and distant. Giovanni never verbalized his love in the same way that Delia would, but his actions demonstrated perfectly how deep his feelings for her were. Just like right now; no words were being exchanged between them, but Delia could feel his love in the gentle way he was holding her, how his pace had slowed considerably as he delicately placed kisses along her jawline.

She loved him. So much. She was given the most beautiful gift in the entire universe by being the only woman that he deemed worthy enough to let into his heart. Out of all women in existence, he had selected her as his wife and confidant; she felt beyond privileged. She was the one that had broken through the thick, cold wall that he used to have built up around his heart. Even though at one point in time it seemed impossible that he would ever care for her; he would even make it a point of telling her that all the time back then. Now, they were everything to each other; she would even say they were best friends. To some people that might sound absurd to say, since arguing was their main form of communication, but they genuinely enjoyed each other's company, and could let their guards down completely when they were alone. They were loyal to a fault to one another, and trusted each other entirely. Their relationship wasn't conventional by any means, but neither of them cared; it worked perfectly for them.

The sun's rays seeping in through the blinds bounced off her dazzling wedding ring, which she couldn't help but admire with a ravishing smile. As he continued to kiss every inch of her body, she took her thumb and brushed it over the spot where his tail used to be. Giovanni immediately stiffened against her, his breath catching in his throat. "Delia," he muttered her name in a raspy whisper, his lips pressed against her shoulder. A shiver flowed down her spine at how he said her name just then, especially since he rarely ever addressed her by it. The simple act triggered a gravelly moan from the mafia boss, his arms positioned on either side of her head tensing immediately as he struggled to maintain his composure. His thrusts were in sync with her strokes; the faster she grazed the stub on his back, the quicker he moved against her. Her thumb then moved in a languid motion, and she smirked as he reduced his speed, his jaw clenching as he briefly squeezed his eyes shut.

"You want me to stop?" she asked, a playful smile on her face. She loved seeing such a strong, powerful man losing his control at her hands; it was a total turn on.

Giovanni gradually lifted his head up, his dark eyes locking on hers. His answer came in the form of a heated kiss, one that left them both breathless, and Delia smiled against his lips, her thumb continuing its sweet torture. His hands kneaded her breasts in response, his tongue running over her top teeth as he continued to drive into her with so much ferocity that it left Delia screaming his name, not even bothering to keep her voice down. The pitch of her moans escalated as the base of her stomach tightened, and she fell into a euphoric haze as she rode the waves of her release, deluging his length with her juices. Watching her tiny form pulsate over and over again, and hearing her sexily breathe out his name him made him reach his peak, releasing a harsh groan as his strong body went limp, burying his face in her cleavage, his breath warming her already blistering skin.

The enticing scent of sex lingered in the air as the married couple remained joined together, enjoying their physical closeness. After a few minutes of catching his breath, Giovanni removed himself from inside of her, collapsing onto his back, wiping sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. Delia's tiny hand caressed his shoulder before fingering the rippling muscles of his chest, provoking him to give her a sideways glance, his eyebrow quirking in response. "Wow! You sure have an insatiable appetite."

Delia smirked and blew her bangs out of her eyes, walking her fingers further down his chest. Her mouth opened to speak, but a loud growl sounding from Giovanni's stomach made her pause. The man glanced down in his stomach, his eyes widening in response. The red-head couldn't help but burst into a round of laughter, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Seems like I'm not the only one with an appetite that needs attending to," she giggled, kissing his cheek.

"Hn," Giovanni responded, rolling his neck around as he sat up.

"I packed some food so you just go get you some out of the luggage. I'm going to go take a quick bath, and then I'll meet you in the kitchen once I'm done," she said as she got out of the bed, not even bothering to gather up a fresh pair of clothes as she disappeared into the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind her.

Once she entered the grand bathroom, she drew herself a bath with hot water, pleased as she tested the temperature of it with her finger. As she gathered up towels from the cabinet, she glanced at herself in the mirror, noting how her body was slick with sweat, and her usually faultless creamy skin was decorated with 'love bites' as she liked to call them. Such a sight made her giggle to herself, pleased with the way the vacation was going so far. Spending a day having mind-blowing sex over and over again with the hunk that was the proprietor To Team Rocket was the perfect way to unwind.

The warm water engulfed her as she sat down in the tub, sighing in content as it alleviated her sore muscles. She was absentmindedly scrubbing her body with soap when the door opened, revealing Giovanni. Her eyes followed him as he approached the bathtub, staring down at her with smoldering dark eyes. "I thought you were hungry?" she quizzed, raising an eyebrow as she scrubbed one of her legs.

"I am."

Oh.

Delia could tell by the way he was staring at her that he was not hungry for food. She in turn eyed his body with open appreciation, her heart fluttering as she drank in his scrumptious physique. He was all man, and he was all hers. With a coy smile, she sat up a little bit straighter, the roundness of her breasts peeking out from under the water. "Would you like to join me?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, her tone inviting as she gave him a wink.

His lips curled into a heated smirk in response. "I guess a quick wash wouldn't hurt," he replied, stepping into the porcelain bathtub, sitting down across from her.

Their legs tangled together as Delia flashed him a flirty smile. "You're so dirty, Giovanni," she said naughtily, poking his foot with hers.

Giovanni shook his head, snorting loudly. Her double entendres that she was so fond of using both annoyed and amused him at the same time. "Is that so?" he questioned in a low voice, dropping one of his hands under the water and allowing his fingers to glide down one of her smooth legs, earning a shudder from her.

"Mhm," Delia responded with a nod, her eyes half-lidded as his fingers caressed one of her thighs, a whimper escaping her lips. Giovanni smirked in response, using his free hand to tug gently on one of hers, silently inviting her to move closer to him. His wife immediately complied, scooting closer to him, and settling herself in his lap, enveloping his neck with her arms.

He took a few moments to study her silently, his fingers lightly caressing her arms as he did so. The minimal amount of makeup that she had applied earlier that morning was now completely gone, and her perfume had been washed away, provoking him to briefly nuzzle the nape of her neck, where her natural scent was most potent. Seeing her completely bare before him made his heart thud loudly against his chest. She was always stunning to him no matter what, but gazing upon her in her natural, true form was the most breathtaking sight in the entire universe.

Her breathing became ragged, and a wondrous tingling sensation zipped through her core as he continued to gaze upon her with those dark eyes of his. They had been together for so long, but he could still give her Butterfrees just from the way he would look at her so intently. Her fingers paid special attention to the defined muscles of his torso for a few moments, before delving lower with a smirk. Giovanni glanced down and caught sight under the water of her fingers tightening around his erected manhood, choosing to express his arousal with a grunt of approval. His penis was throbbing in her hand as she methodically stroked it, watching his reaction with a smug smirk on her face. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered seductively into his ear, giving him a good squeeze.

Water splashed all over the floor as Giovanni caught her off guard and hastily backed her up against the edge of the tub, giving her a deep, penetrating kiss on the lips. "Mmmm, Giovanni," she mumbled into his mouth as his strong hands massaged her inner thighs, his tongue curling around hers. He then removed her hand from his member, so that he could insert it inside of her, and she quivered against his lips slightly as he filled her to the hilt. He protectively placed his hands behind her, keeping her back from slamming into the tub, decreasing his speed considerably.

She nipped at his neck, gripping onto his broad shoulders as he slid his length in and out of her gradually. The water was starting to grow cold, but neither of them paid it any heed as they exchanged a blistering kiss that ignited a fire inside both of them, a fire that had never grown weak since their very first kiss years and years ago. He sighed into the kiss, one of his hands running up her back, and settling in her hair, brushing the damp, soft red strands. A moan sounded from Delia in response, biting down on his lower lip, tightening her hold on him. Giovanni let out a husky chuckle, using the hand that was buried in her hair to gently tilt her head back, removing his lips from hers so that he could drag his tongue down her chin, stopping once his mouth came into contact with one of her erected nipples.

With every sensual flick of his tongue, Delia's breathing became heavier, adrenaline coursing through her veins. A cloud of heat encompassed her as her orgasm began to build up until it reached a crescendo, making her press her face against Giovanni's shoulder as her body quaked rapturously. "Woman. . ." he groaned, his own climax making him fall into a drowsy, yet pleasurable state, his fingers digging into her hips.

Delia leaned back against the tub as her body continued to tingle, her heart pumping at double-overtime. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence as Giovanni's staff remained buried inside of her, his hand combing through her tangled hair as he nibbled on her neck. She then accepted a kiss on the lips from him, her tongue playing lazily with his for a few moments. When they finally parted, Delia graced him with a brilliant smile, rubbing his cheek with her pruny thumb.

"Did that satisfy your appetite, my boss?" she asked suggestively, her tongue licking his earlobe before puncturing it with her teeth, addressing her husband as her former boss.

Using all of the discipline he possessed, Giovanni kept his cool as she gnawed on his neck, fighting back a gratifying moan. A smirk appeared on his face a few moments later, his hands giving her hips a pleasant squeeze as he thought of a response. "I think some dessert will be in order later this evening," he uttered in a raspy voice, cupping her chin, his eyes sultry as he gazed at her.

Oh, hell yes. . .

"You give me shit for using double entendres, but you use them just as much," she grinned as he finally extracted his member from her vagina.

"Who said I was using one just then? I was referring to food, nothing else," he deadpanned, a devilish smirk on his face as he stood up and exited the tub. Delia shivered slightly as the lack of Giovanni's body heat made her realize how cold the water was.

"Sure you were," she chortled, accepting the hand Giovanni held out to her as she stepped out of the tub, being careful not to slip on a huge puddle of water on the floor.

She reached for a towel on the rack, while Giovanni helped himself with a towel to dry him off. She was halfway through with wrapping the towel around herself, mentally wondering what outfit she should change into, when that very thought made her pause, a smile appearing on her face.

"Screw it," she declared, tossing the towel to the ground.

Giovanni whirled his head around, his eyebrows quirked. "What?" he quizzed, confused by her statement.

"I said screw it," she repeated, laughing to herself at the adorable look of confusion on her husband's face. She walked seductively towards him swaying her child bearing hips and wrestled the towel away from him. "Screw wearing clothes. Who needs them, right? I already stripped down once before, and I don't feel like wearing clothes for the rest of this trip. We're all alone anyway, so no one but you will see me naked. And I know you have no complaints about that, right? Since I am the most beautiful woman in the whole entire goddamn world, after all."

"Such arrogance," he remarked, his smirk prominent as his eyes greedily roamed over her upper body.

"Judging from the way you're practically drooling over my chest, I take it that I'm not wrong, huh honey?"

". . . I-"