A/N: Thus begins the collection of one-shots that I promised. I don't know how often I will be updating this, it will happen as the muse moves me. Lol.

Here's something from the honeymoon! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's.

Happy Birthday to Me

April smiled to herself as she lazily stretched her limbs and rolled over to look at her sleeping husband. Jackson was sound asleep on his stomach with his neck turned towards her and his hands tucked underneath his pillow. He looked so peaceful and handsome that she couldn't resist leaning forward and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He twitched but did not awaken. He was probably very tired, they had been doing a lot of sightseeing, and other physically strenuous things. She giggled silently and moved her mouth down to his shoulder. He rolled over onto his back and April quickly took advantage of the new position. She shifted so that she hovered over him and she started to place kisses down his chiselled chest.

There was something about this relaxed, honeymoon version of Jackson that she found even more attractive. He was even more laidback than usual and this whole trip was incredibly relaxing. She hadn't even thought about work once. They had been indulging in every possible way, and she didn't even feel guilty about it. She was married now after all! So far they had eaten out every meal, they had shopped, and they had spent hours in bed. They had wine tasted in Napa Valley and she had coerced Jackson into spending a day at Disneyland. He had actually enjoyed himself once he had released his inhibitions.

They were currently staying at a hotel on Malibu Beach, she knew that Jackson really wanted to try surfing before they left, and in two days they would be heading to Lake Tahoe, and after that, they would be ending their honeymoon in San Francisco.

She worked her way down to his stomach and willed him to wake up. She normally didn't do things like this but she was feeling carefree and he looked positively gorgeous. It could have something to do with the days of facial hair that he was sported; she had always enjoyed him unshaven. Also, today was a special day. It was his birthday. He was thirty today.

Jackson shifted as he felt a light sensation on his lower stomach, but he ignored it. He reached out to grab April and pull her into him but her side of the bed was empty. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his mischievous wife. The light sensation that he had felt earlier had been April's dainty fingers and soft lips. "Good morning," he spoke huskily.

"Morning," she smirked gleefully before running her tongue along the muscles of his abdomen. She worked her way back up his body and kissed his mouth softly. "Happy birthday baby."

"Thank you," he smiled against her lips. "I'm still younger than you," he teased.

"Don't be mean or you won't get your presents."

"Presents?" He inquired excitedly.

"Yeah," she responded as she nuzzled her nose against his cheek. "I have the whole day planned."

"Does it involve staying in bed?" He asked as he ran his hands down her bare back. He loved the amount of nudity that accompanied a honeymoon.

"Actually it does," she grinned. "We're going to stay in bed and watch TV and order room service."

She kissed his lips again before she gracefully slid down his long, lean frame. Jackson groaned and tangled both of his hands in her thick hair.

"I love birthdays," he grunted.

She giggled as she teased him by kissing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. "It's only ten o'clock, just you wait."

Jackson lay on his back with wide eyes and tried to furiously catch his breath. April never stopped surprising him. "What the hell was that?" He asked in disbelief.

"I read it in a magazine," she answered as she pushed her hair out of her face. "Did you like it?"

He grinned uncontrollably as he rolled over and rested his head on her shoulder. "Like may be an understatement." He scooted even closer to her, tossing an arm across her waist as he started to kiss her neck. "That was incredible. You're incredible." Whatever she had been reading, he wanted her to keep reading it.

"Thanks," she smiled. She raised one of her arms and ran her hand along the back of his head. "Why don't you order us some brunch?" She kissed him before she slipped out of bed and pulled on her robe.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he reached for her.

"To get the next part of your present ready," she smiled. She leaned down to kiss him again. "Order whatever you want," she told him before she headed into the bathroom.

Jackson did as she said and picked up the phone to order brunch for the two of them. He asked for omelets, French toast, bacon, and fresh fruit. It was their honeymoon and his birthday, he was going all out. He got out of bed so that he could put on his robe and then he sat down on the edge of the bed and patiently waited for room service.

There was a knock on the door a mere fifteen minutes later and Jackson tipped the young man before he pulled the cart into the room.

"April," he called out, "the food is here." He had no idea what she was still doing in the bathroom.

"One second!"

"What are you doing in there?" He questioned nosily.

"One second!" She repeated.

She finally stepped out of the bathroom and the only thing that had changed was that she had pulled her hair up. She was still wearing her robe and he knew that she hadn't showered. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing." She answered evasively but he could see a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth and there was an impish twinkle in her eyes.

He eyed her sceptically before she sat down next to him and began to eat her breakfast with a happy smile.

"Okay, so what's with all the mystery?" He asked once they had finished eating.

She smiled before she stood up and placed her hands over his eyes. "Close your eyes, please."

"April," he laughed.

"Do it, please."

He sighed before he tightly squeezed his eyes shut. "Okay, okay, my eyes are closed." He stretched back on the bed and rested his body weight on his elbows.

"So I really have no idea what the big deal is about this," she rambled. "I really don't get the appeal but you couldn't stop talking about it so I'm doing it." She removed her robe and tossed it aside. "Wait another second before you open your eyes."

Jackson smiled excitedly to himself as he thrummed his fingers against the bedspread. He had a pretty good guess at what April was doing. His eyes flew open and he grinned at her like a horny teenage boy. He felt the majority of his blood supply rush below his waist as he stared at her standing before him in a forest green, string bikini. "Happy birthday to me," he murmured. He sat up straight and extended his arms. "Come here."

She stepped towards him and stood between his spread legs. Although she was embarrassed, the way that he was looking at her made her stomach flutter. "So it looks okay?" She whispered shyly.

"You look incredibly sexy, even better than I fantasized," he added playfully. He placed his hands on her hips and caressed all the bare skin that he could reach. "How do you not get the appeal?" He asked as he leaned forward and kissed along her flat stomach.

"Well wouldn't you prefer if I was naked instead," she retorted.

He chuckled as he pulled her into him and she straddled his lap. He ran both of his hands up and down her legs in a repetitive motion as they kissed softly. "You look good in clothes too," he laughed. "And this shows off your legs." He dropped kisses down her neck before he settled in her cleavage. "And really shows off your boobs." He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. "Ya know you're right; you probably shouldn't wear this in public." He didn't want tonnes of guys to see what she looked like underneath her clothes. There was really no need for everyone else to know that shy, conservative April Kepner had the best body that he had ever seen.

"You sure you don't want to hang out on the beach for a little while today?" She asked as she slipped her hands inside his robe and trailed her hands along his back.

"Yup, I'm sure," he answered quickly. "I'd like to keep you to myself."

April laughed at his comment but her breath hitched and she let out a low moan as his teeth nipped at the swell of her breasts. One of his hands was gently running down her side while the other kneaded her backside.

It wasn't long before he rolled her beneath him and pressed her into the mattress. She hitched one of her legs over his hip and untied the belt of his robe. "I'd check your pockets before you take that robe off," she whispered in his ear. She had hidden something in there last night before they had gone to bed.

He looked at her curiously before he slipped a hand into one pocket and then the other. He found a long rectangular box that he slowly pulled out and placed next to them on the bed. "What is that?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"A present," she explained simply.

He kissed her before he sat up and lifted the lid off of the box. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed as he gazed at the box's contents. "You got me tickets to the Super Bowl!"

"I did," she grinned. "And I had to make a lot of phone calls to get them."

He carefully laid the box with the tickets in it on the bedside table before he discarded his robe and practically pounced on top of April. "You are the best wife ever," he murmured against her mouth. "I love you."

"We've only been married for five days but thank you and I love you too," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hungrily. He was completely naked and she could feel his erection pressing against her center. "Jackson," she breathed. "Let's make love."

He hummed as he pulled the clip out of her hair and her auburn waves tumbled to her shoulders. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he returned his mouth to her chest. He worked his way down to her navel and languidly kissed her stomach as his fingers untied the strings of her bikini bottom.

As soon as he took off the garment, April pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. She roughly grasped his shoulders and pinned him to the bed while grinning down at him. "Stay put," she warned seductively. He smirked back at her and couldn't stop himself from getting even more aroused due to her boldness. He experimentally writhed beneath her but she tightly locked her legs around him to keep him in place. "Knock it off," she told him sternly as she rocked her hips against his seductively.

"God, you are so sexy like this."

"Like what?" She asked as she leaned down to kiss him.

He eagerly captured her mouth and moved both of his hands upward to cup her full breasts. His tongue explored her mouth and he savoured the taste of her before he pulled away to take a breath. He placed a kiss on the corner of her jaw and moved up to her ear. "Confident," he finally responded. "Assertive. A little bossy." He smiled against her skin before he took a moment to look at her, to really look at her. "And you're so beautiful."

A faint blush spread across her cheeks and she gently ran her hands up his neck until she held his face. 'Thank you," she whispered.

She kissed him softly and nibbled on his bottom lip before she lifted herself up and slowly sank onto him.

"This is the best birthday ever," he gasped.

A/N: Fyi, I am currently working on the next installment of I Left My Heart In San Francisco. :)

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