A/N: stuff and nonsense goes here...

"Peter?" Hazel whispered a few moments later when she felt him kneel beside her. "What ya do…" she started then moaned when his warm hands slicked over her shoulders.

"The scent reminded me of you," he whispered beside her ear as he gently massaged her back, the oil on his hands making her skin glisten in the orange glow of the firelight.

Hazel felt herself blush at his praise of her scent, knowing that she wasn't wearing anything like perfume or heavily scented skin crème. His hands were moving over her more fluidly than they had any other time they'd done this, and she wondered how he'd learned to do a better job.

"I have a friend who is very good at this sort of thing. I had him show me how to not be such a bumbling fool. I wanted to please you," he told her as if answering her thoughts.

"Mmm," she murmured as she stared into the fire, her body relaxing under Peter's gentle touch. She could hear herself moaning when his hands moved to her bottom, then her heart sped up, knowing what was coming next.

But it never came.

His hands moved to her calves, never touching her thighs, keeping her from tensing and ruining the calm he'd created for her. Tears pooled and rolled down her cheeks as she turned over and pulled Peter against her. "I love ya," she breathed.

Thumbing away her tears, Peter pressed kisses to her nose then lips. "Why the tears, Love?"

"Because you listened," she whispered.

"I nearly lost ya, I'm going to do anything I have to do to make sure it never happens again. I'm your husband, I'm the one who should be pleasurin' ya, not someone else."

Hazel hummed when his hand slowly moved over her ribs, tracing the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip. When his hand skimmed over her stomach, she reached down and covered it with her own. "Here," she whispered as she moved their hands down until they were between her thighs. "Touch me here."

Holding her gaze, Peter held his hand still. "Are ya sure, Love?"

Nodding, she moved his hand with hers, showing him what she wanted – what she needed. When Peter's hand moved on its own in a way that made her moan, Hazel lifted her hands and tangled her fingers in his hair. Letting her eyes close, she arched into his touch, marveling at how easy it all seemed to be now, how glorious this felt.

Peter watched his wife, felt his own body reacting to the way hers was moving with each touch of his fingers in a particular spot. He'd never heard her make the sounds she was making now, sounds that were sure to drive him just a bit mad before this was over.

"Just there, Peter." Hazel whispered, her breath catching when his finger hit just the right spot. She could feel the orgasm building and spreading through her just like the other times she'd given herself one. This time was different, though. Maybe it was because Peter was the one touching her, or maybe it was because she'd been relaxed, all she knew was that it felt more powerful than before. "Peter!"

Peter smiled in satisfaction at the cry of his name. Pressing his mouth to her breast, he kissed his way up to whisper in her ear, "You're beautiful," before tracing the soft shell with his tongue.

Taking several deep breaths, Hazel opened her eyes and smiled up at the satisfied man watching her. "What?"

"You're beautiful."

"You said that."

"I'll say it again and again because it's the truth."

Shaking her head, Hazel lifted a hand and pulled his head down to her. "Kiss me."

Doing as she asked, Peter moved his lips against hers slowly, carefully maneuvering himself until his lower body was resting in the cradle of her thighs. She felt so good beneath him, her soft skin pressed against his. Pulling from the kiss, he held her gaze as he eased inside the welcoming heat of her body.

"Mmm." Hazel hummed as she skimmed her hand from his neck to his shoulder, the other hand moving to rest on his hip. "I like that."

Peter couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He didn't need her to say the words, the way her body was moving, the whimpers and moans, all told him exactly how much she liked what he was doing.

Digging her nails into one of his buttocks, Hazel looked at him, an eyebrow arched. "What ya laughin' at?"

"You," he answered then pressed a kiss to her lips. "The sounds you're making tell me everything I need to know."

Blushing, she looked down. "I didn't know I would be so…" she paused, searching for the right word.

"Vocal," he supplied. "I like the sounds you're making. They," he leaned down. "turn me on," he finished the rest in her ear.

"Peter," she scolded, her breath catching when he moved his hips.

Moving slowly, Peter watched her eyes, marveling at the way they seemed to darken. How had he never noticed that before? Had he really been such a lousy lover? Pausing his movements, he lifted a hand to caress her face. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" Hazel asked, a look of puzzlement on her face.

"For being such a lousy husband. I," he sighed. "I was treating you like me father treated me mother. He didn't care about her, what she needed. I was the same way. Just thought about meself and what you weren't giving me."

Lifting her legs, Hazel wrapped them over his thighs before carefully pushing herself up to touch her lips to his. "Shh. You haven't treated me like your father treated your mother, at least in most things. You're fixing what was wrong, he never tried." Nudging him with a foot, she smiled when he nipped at her lip. "Let it all go. Just make love to me."

Resting on his arms, Peter covered her mouth with his then began to move against her once more, giving her what she'd asked. Pulling out of the kiss when he needed air, he stared down at her, his body reacting to her whimpers. He wanted to draw this out, not rush it – not be the man he'd always been before – but his arousal was slowly taking over his control.

Hazel could feel another orgasm building as her body moved with Peter's. Her mind was growing hazy and all she could focus on was the pleasure of his body moving in and against hers. The words she had said to Alona days ago, echoed in her head, "…his body next to mine…and I wanted to feel Peter's flesh on my flesh…to feel him inside me," just before she cried out, her fingernails digging into Peter's shoulders.

Peter thrust his hips a few more times then stilled, his forehead dropping and resting against Hazel's. He could feel her panting beneath him trying to catch her breath. Opening his eyes, he found her watching him, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "What is it, Love?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hazel caressed the hair from his forehead. "I don't know. Just the release, I suppose. Hold me."

Moving off her, Peter laid on his side then nudged Hazel to spoon her body into his. Holding her as tight as possible, he pressed a kiss to her head. "Better?"

"Mmm," she hummed. "Peter?"

"Yes, Love?"

"Will you take me to Bali?"

Peter smiled and gave her a gentle squeeze. "I would love to."