Private Beach, Under the Stars

A bed on the white sand, bamboo torches around them, a bottle of chilled champagne.

Sarah lay on the mattress, her body glistening with warm coconut oil. Howard sat next to her, his finger tracing the line of her stomach.

“You know, I never thought I’d marry Captain America one day.”

Sarah laughed, pulling her against him. “And I never thought I’d fall in love with a crazy genius.”

The clothes were gone. Just skin against skin, the warm sand beneath them, the sound of the waves. Sarah wrapped her legs around Howard’s waist, guiding him inside her. Slowly, deeply, like the dance of the sea. Howard placed his lips on Sarah’s chest, his tongue circling her nipple. Sarah moaned, raising her hips, quickening the rhythm.

The climax was like a starburst; Howard emptied himself inside her, Sarah arched her body, a moan lost in the sound of the waves.

Then, they lay in each other's arms. Sarah rested her head on Howard's chest, listening to the sound of his heart.

"We'll be back in the real world tomorrow..."

Howard pressed his lips to her forehead. "But this island, these nights... will always be ours."

The stars shone above them, the waves whispered their names.

Captain America and Mr. Stark's honeymoon was just the beginning of a fairy tale.