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Undercover Honeymoon	By : EveKnight75 Category: +M through R > Martin Mystery Views: 16457 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Martin and Diana looked at each other. "One little peck won't hurt," one mouthed to the other. They leaned in towards each other, closed their eyes, and touched lips. They didn't expect to feel what they did. Their lips were warm, soft, moist, and melded together perfectly. They each felt a warm tingle run down their spine and into their groins. It felt soft, yet exciting. Perfect.
The cheering finally registered in their brain, and they broke apart gently, with a hint of regret. Once their minds cleared up, they felt even less hungry. They were still heated up. Martin remembered the escape plan, grabbed Diana's hand, excused themselves, and ran out of the dining room and up the stairs, with everyone hooting and catcalling after them.
The moment Diana closed the door behind them, they let go of each other and stood there, sweaty, bent over and panting, facing each other. Martin's shirt was clinging to his sweaty skin, outlining his muscular chest and abs perfectly. He didn't notice Diana staring at his chest while he was staring down her dress. Neither of them noticed the white mist seeping in through the window. All they noticed was each other and the smell of nectar.
Slowly, Martin walked towards Diana, lifted her chin up and started kissing her. Their kisses were slow and sweet. They were taking the time to explore each others' mouths. Diana snaked her hands up his stomach, chest, and shoulders, around to his neck. The hand resting on Diana's chin crept around to the back of her neck, curling its fingers into her hair. Martin's other hand was on the small of Diana's back. Their kisses were becoming deeper, and their pelvises started to grind against each other, when a loud, insistent, beeping suddenly broke them apart. One of the stones on their rings was pulsating, and they pressed it. A holograph of one of the scientists from the Center appeared above their rings. "I have the results of the lab work. The crystals appear to be solidified human sweat. The odd thing was that there was no freezing involved. In fact, the crystals were formed by extreme body heat. I suggest you look through the Legendex to see if anything in the archives match. Have a nice honeymoon, lovebirds." The creature smirked and signed off.
Martin looked down at his shoes. "I guess we'd better shower. You can go first."
"OK." Diana walked over to the suitcases, and rummaged around for a bathrobe and pyjamas. Neither item could be found. The only sleepwear was silky lingerie. She had opened Martin's suitcases when looking for her own things, and realized that there was no bathrobe or pyjamas packed for him either. The Center had taken the honeymoon theme too far.
"Is something wrong?" The moment Diana looked his way, Martin averted his eyes quickly. His face was a bit reddish. Diana looked away, too. "It's nothing I can't deal with. You'll find out later." Diana picked up a filmy nightgown and walked into the bathroom. She took a long time in the shower, using up all of the hot water. He didn't mind - he needed a long, cold shower anyway.
Martin walked into the bedroom in a pair of silk boxers and a silk robe. Diana was lying under the covers on one side of the bed with her eyes closed, hoping to fool Martin. He walked up to her and gently nudged her. "Diana?"
She pretended to wake up. "What did you wake me for? Just climb in from the other side, and make sure the covers stay on." That's what Martin had planned to ask her anyway, so he simply walked around and climbed in. The two of them made sure to stay away from the center of the bed because they felt awkward around each other in their state of dress, especially considering what had happened just hours before.
They bade each other good night, and stayed quiet throughout the entire night. Each one of them took a long time to fall asleep, and neither one slept well that night.
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Shrill ringing bells and bright white lights invaded groggy sensories to arouse irritated heads out of slumber. Long fingers grasped the telephone receiver on the bedstand to bring it up to the side of a head veiled by long auburn locks, while a slightly calloused hand shielded hazel eyes from the blinding glare emanating from the window.
A tired voice answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, this is a wake-up call for 7 A.M. Just a reminder that breakfast will be served in one hour."
"You woke us up for that? Can't it wait?" Irritation was creeping into her voice now.
"I'm afraid not. There's a list of activities planned for all of the couples after breakfast. Didn't you read the activity sheet after you arrived? It's handed out at the check-out counter."
Diana was more awake now. "Activity sheet? What activity sheet? We didn't get any activity sheet last night!"
"Sure you didn't." Snickering at the other end of the line. "Then again, most couples who check in during the evening forget about the activity sheet."
Diana was fully awake now, and starting to growl at the phone in her hand, when another hand pried it from her. Martin had scooted up behind her while the lethargy had been dissipating from her voice. Now his head was to one side of her, holding the receiver to his ear, and the hand that wasn't holding the phone was resting on the mattress dangerously close behind her, to give him leverage.
"Hi, this is Mr. Renault. My wife and I didn't receive an activity sheet because the clerk had initially refused to check us in. As for having an activity schedule to begin with, the staff should really rethink starting off the events so early in the morning. My wife and I didn't get much sleep last night. In fact, I don't think anyone did, seeing as how we're all on our honeymoons."
"I suppose you're right, sir. As it is, the schedule has been set for today, so I suggest you come down for breakfast."
"We'll get dressed once we're off the phone."
"Splendid. I'll just check your names off."
"Excellent." Martin was mocking the voice on the other end now. "Oh, and another thing. Don't crack jokes with Diana right after she's woken up. You don't want to make her angry. Consider this a warning. Goodbye."
Martin hung up the phone, accidentally brushing his bare arm against Diana's back in the progress. Diana felt a dip in the mattress right behind her as Martin leaned back, only to swing his legs out onto the floor on the other side of her. He stood up, stretched his arms over his head, then trotted off to the bathroom in his boxers.
Diana stared after him until the door shut behind him, then a look of confusion crossed her face. Were his hair and wardrobe the only things that had gotten a make-over, or did the Center reprogram his personality? Diana could only wonder.
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The 'Renaults' had finally managed to arrive downstairs in white sweaters and green slacks, with red-rimmed eyes to complete their matching holiday ensembles. A few of the concerned guests came up to them after breakfast, but they shrugged it off with the truth. "We didn't get much sleep last night." They let the words hang in the air, and allowed the guests to assume whatever they liked. Breakfast for Martin and Diana had been a huge stack or pancakes drizzled with maple syrup and downed with a tall glass of chocolate milk. If there was anything else on the table, neither of them noticed nor cared. They were both running on autopilot because their brains were too tired to process anything. It was a skill they had perfected in high school, as does any teenager.
They had ended up eating more than anyone else at the table, which only fueled the suggestions surrounding them. Not that they noticed. In fact, Martin and Diana had continued running on autopilot well into the afternoon, until one incident finally jolted their brains into awareness. The doorway above them was hung with mistletoe and one of the guests was kind enough to point it out to them very loudly.
Instead of chanting, the guests just expectantly gazed at them in silence. The two teens stared at each other hesitantly. Neither of them wanted a repeat performance of the previous night. Things between them were tense as they were. The gazes of the audience were starting to burn holes in them.
Nothing could get more tense than this. Martin and Diana just wanted everyone's eyes to concentrate somewhere else, so they both gave a little shrug, and leaned in towards each other.
Their first kiss had been physically pleasant in an unexpectingly electrifying way. This kiss was equally pleasant, but it was the complete opposite of the night before. Their lips were cool this time, and the sensation was calm. There was a warm tingle this time - but instead of rushing down their spines, it creeped up the back of their necks and into their skulls to ebb away the dull throbbing that had persisted since the morning.
It wasn't the kiss that Martin and Diana were aware of; it was the ultimate migraine relief that seemed to come with it. This kiss wasn't an aphrodisiac like the one from the night before. It didn't create heat. It created a pleasant warmth, one that a person could quickly learn to enjoy.
And enjoy it they did. They kept kissing under the mistletoe for a long time, and only broke apart once their headaches had disappeared entirely. The pleasant moment that comes after a gentle kiss was taken away from the two, because the first reaction they promptly encountered was a whistle, followed by, "Any longer than that and you two would have needed oxygen masks!". This was the 5th person who had made comments about them - if you included the whistle. Apparently there was a large number of rude guests at this hotel who simply didn't know how to mind their own business.
Martin and Diana chose to ignore those two for the time being. They had finally been relieved of their migraines, and they weren't going to let anything - or anyone - diminish that. They finally passed through the doorway and settled on one of the loveseats. They didn't care what other ridiculous things the guests would say, and they honestly didn't want to sit next to anyone else. They also preferred sitting in close proximity to each other for the time being.
After everyone had seated themselves in the room, the staff commenced the first main event of the day. The couples who had checked in since the last weekend would tell the rest of the room about how they met, when their relationships began, when they got engaged, and what their weddings were like in fuller detail. The couples would go in order of check-in time, and the most recent guests would go last.
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The first couple to recount their tale were in their early forties. They had first met when they were 15 years old. Juliana's father had gotten engaged to Kristoff's mother and the two had met at a restaurant dinner in Chicago and shortly after the engagement was announced to both families. The engaged couple had already bought a house in the suburbs for the new combined family. Kristoff and Juliana didn't see each other again during the wedding arrangements. The actual wedding occurred 6 months later, thanks to an efficient wedding planner. The now-couple had hated each others' guts at first. It was impossible to adjust to their new lives. Neither of them were used to having a sibling and bickered constantly.
"It wasn't that we hated each other per-se. It's just that we needed someone to blame for our frustrations, and the other person was the perfect target."
After a year, neither of them expressed any true animosity towards each other. They argued very often, but it was often trivial. When it came down to it, the two got along in general, even though they weren't friends in any sense of the word. The true turning point was at an after-prom party held at their house. The parents had left on a 2-day business trip so they didn't know about the party. Both sets of friends were invited to the unchaperoned party. Some of Juliana's friends had managed to sneak in several kegs of beer, and a drunken party ensued. A group of the guests had shut the windows and attached quilts to the walls to soundproof the living room. The neighbors couldn't hear anything loud, so there were no reports.
"I don't remember much about our prom night. I don't remember the party that well. I barely remember what happened that night. All I remember is what happened in the morning. And in the afternoon, I truly wished that I could remember what I had done the night before."
Juliana and Kristoff had lost their virginity to each other that night. The stragglers were passed out downstairs. Juliana didn't get pregnant. No one ever found out. They kept up pretenses during the summer, left for separate universities in separate states, and didn't reunite until after graduation. Somewhere in the middle of it all, each one had developed a serious relationship, which eventually led to engagements, which led to a double-wedding that Kristoff and Juliana tried to avoid vehemently, but neither one could provide a valid argument without exposing their secret.
10 years after the double wedding, the entire family reunited in Chicago for a summer family reunion. In early July, Kristoff's mother and Juliana's father announced their divorce. They had simply grown apart and chose to dissolve the marriage before things got nasty. They had agreed to remain living together in the house as old friends. The reunion was to last until late August.
One friendly divorce led to two nasty divorces. Kristoff's wife and daughter simply had no bond with each other. They argued constantly, and Kristoff always stood up for his daughter. He didn't realize how serious it was until his daughter came to him about her first period. Instead of going to her mother, she called Juliana. Eventually, Juliana became a maternal figure to her step-niece.
Juliana's own husband never had time for her or their sons. He was always out working or hanging out with his buddies. He never attended any of his children's competitive events nor did he take them on family outings. Kristoff always did that whenever he came to visit, and often talked to them on the phone. He did the best he could to make up for their father's neglect, and it showed in his relationship with them.
Both couples finally began to bring their problems out into the open. The children sided with a specific parent. Mentors were brought up, and said mentors became the new target of the arguments. The entire thing blew out into a one against five against one argument with the grandparents mediating.
By the end of the summer, both couples had signed the divorce papers. Kristoff and Juliana were awarded full custody of the children as well as the houses as a result. Kristoff and Juliana were no longer step-siblings, but continued to interact for the sake of the children. One and a half years later, Kristoff's mother and Juliana's father had died in a car crash during the winter, and left the house to their children.
The funeral after-party was held in the house, and the families chose to stay and mourn together during the winter holidays. The divorce, adjusting to life as a single parent, and the deaths had taken their tolls on Juliana and Kristoff. On the night of the funeral, after the kids had gone to bed, the two of them got drunk for the first time after the party so many years ago, and ended up sleeping together. On New Year's, they had comfort sex. They didn't want to think of happy, shiny new beginnings; not at that time.
Over the summer, the two families moved into the house. It was the children's idea - the three of them already had a sibling dynamic. They would be happy to move in together and all of them were from Chicago anyway. The parents were very unsure, but eventually agreed that it might be easier to raise the kids if they worked together. It wouldn't be a far stretch. They had lived as step-siblings at one point and they were like parents to their ex-step nephews/niece already. The house had four bedrooms. They could control their behavior.
They managed to control their behavior to an extent, but not their growing feelings. The five of them had finally somehow formed the perfect family that they had dreamed about for so many years. At first, everything was truly perfect despite what the rest of the neighborhood thought. It was when the neighbor's suspicions started to hold a grain of truth that things started becoming complicated.
Kristoff and Juliana were truly becoming attracted to each other, and they began to realize it. With that realization, the past came back to attack them full force. They were attracted to each other when they were teens and dealt with it by trying not to get too close. Then the party happened. They were together twice during the funeral, and the second time they were fully aware of what they were doing. This time, they couldn't run away from it. They would be living together for a long time, and by drifting apart, they would end up hurting the people they cared about the most.
They chose not to fight it this time. The neighborhood was talking about the two of them already. They wouldn't be responsible for any rumors. They started to get closer and the kids noticed, but they didn't really mind. For the first time in a long time, their parents were truly happy. Eventually, the boys asked for separate rooms and their request was granted. Juliana and Kristoff moved into the old master bedroom, and the boys moved into Kristoff's and Juliana's original bedrooms. The grandparent's old bed was dragged in from the attic, and on that bed the cycle came full circle. The bed on which they had lost their virginity on was the very same bed where they eventually made love for the first time.
"And when we say love, we mean just that. It was an expression of happiness and love, not merely sex."
Two years after they started sharing a bed, they got married at court with only their children present as witnesses. The neighborhood was in an uproar, but the marriage was legal, and the children were happy about it rather than hurt. They dealt with the other people at school as a team. In fact, it was their children who arranged the honeymoon.
"And that's our story. We know that it's surreal. It reads like a fairy tale or a documentary. In fact, we're still trying to process all of this. I'd say it was all fate's doing. It ended up too perfectly to be otherwise."
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Kristoff's and Juliana's story was extremely interesting, but it took them over an hour to recount the condensed version of their tale. The rest of the couples shared their slightly shorter yet relatively boring stories. By the time it was Martin and Diana's turn, they had already fallen asleep. Diana's head was resting on Martin's shoulder and her legs were curled underneath her. Martin's arm was wrapped around Diana's waist, and his head was resting atop hers. The others in the room took a moment to appreciate the Hallmark perfection of the scene before the staff member in charge of the event sneaked up behind them and yelled "Your turn!", effectively waking them up.
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