ficlet: honeymoon
Prompt: Han/Eli - Under the Rain (deleted scene from the wedding/honeymoon fic)
Hannah squeals when the sky opens up, laughing as she throws her arms over her head. The sky had been overcast all day, but the only hint that the rain was about to start had been a few cool droplets of water on Eli's arm, and then bam, sudden downpour.
He expects Hannah to rush into one of the nearby doorways to get out of the rain, but she just laughs again, throwing her arms out as she lifts her face to the sky.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmurs to as he stares at her. It's only been a couple of days since they got married, and he still can't believe she's his wife now.
A moment passes, and then she grins broadly as she looks at him, beckoning him closer with her hands.
Grinning too, he obliges, wrapping his arms around her waist as hers go around his neck. Her mouth is warm under his, and it doesn't take long for the kiss to intensify, her arms tightening around his neck as she presses her body to his.
They start to move, and a beat later he pushes her against the door of one of the closed shops. He doesn't ask what she wants, but he doesn't need to, because her hands are on the fastenings of his jeans, and he yanks her skirt up to tug her panties down.
Her mouth falls open when he lifts her up, and she gasps when he pushes inside of her, her hands braced on the stone door frame.
"Eli," she breathes, barely audible over the rain, and he leans forward to kiss her chest, jerking his hips and making her gasp again as one arm circles his neck.
This is far and away the most impulsive and daring thing they've done in the three years they've been together, and he's loved seeing her open up more and more to being spontaneous. Not just in regards to sex, of course, though that's definitely a major bonus in Eli's mind.
She gasps his name again, her head falling forward, and he kisses her neck, and then her lips, loving the way her teeth scrape over his bottom lip.
"Eli!" she squeaks, at the same time as a hissed, "Fuck!" falls from his lips, and they come together, cries echoing around the alley before they can stop them.
They stay together for a moment, breathing hard as they hold each other, and then he steps back, carefully letting her down. He fixes his pants as she adjusts her skirt, the rain still pouring down around them, and then pulls her to him again, grinning as he kisses her.
"That was awesome, babe," he murmurs.
"Mmhmm," she agrees, kissing him again.
They pull apart again, and Eli goes to grab her shopping back from where she dropped it in the middle of the street, checking to make sure her purse is still inside. Miraculously, the contents of the bag still seem fairly dry, and he looks up to say this to her, but stops when he sees her looking frantically around.
"Eli, where are my panties?"
He looks at her, trying to remember what he did with them. He knows he took them off, but they're not in his pockets when he checks, and he looks down at the ground.
"Oh, no," he mutters when he finally spots them, a wadded, soaked mess a little ways down the road. He moves to grab them, and shakes his head as he walks over to her, knowing there's no way she can put them back on now. "I'm sorry, babe."
She shrugs as she looks at them. "Okay, well, we're not far from the hotel, and luckily, my skirt is dark and sort of stuck to me right now, so hopefully nothing will happen between here and there."
Eli knows she can see the surprise on his face when she looks up at him, and she shrugs again, a smirk curving her lips.
"It's not the end of the world. Plus, I'll probably be ready to go again when we get back to the room."
"God, I love you," Eli groans, making her giggle, and he takes her hand, pulling her to him for one more kiss before they start back to the hotel.
Hannah squeals when the sky opens up, laughing as she throws her arms over her head. The sky had been overcast all day, but the only hint that the rain was about to start had been a few cool droplets of water on Eli's arm, and then bam, sudden downpour.
He expects Hannah to rush into one of the nearby doorways to get out of the rain, but she just laughs again, throwing her arms out as she lifts her face to the sky.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmurs to as he stares at her. It's only been a couple of days since they got married, and he still can't believe she's his wife now.
A moment passes, and then she grins broadly as she looks at him, beckoning him closer with her hands.
Grinning too, he obliges, wrapping his arms around her waist as hers go around his neck. Her mouth is warm under his, and it doesn't take long for the kiss to intensify, her arms tightening around his neck as she presses her body to his.
They start to move, and a beat later he pushes her against the door of one of the closed shops. He doesn't ask what she wants, but he doesn't need to, because her hands are on the fastenings of his jeans, and he yanks her skirt up to tug her panties down.
Her mouth falls open when he lifts her up, and she gasps when he pushes inside of her, her hands braced on the stone door frame.
"Eli," she breathes, barely audible over the rain, and he leans forward to kiss her chest, jerking his hips and making her gasp again as one arm circles his neck.
This is far and away the most impulsive and daring thing they've done in the three years they've been together, and he's loved seeing her open up more and more to being spontaneous. Not just in regards to sex, of course, though that's definitely a major bonus in Eli's mind.
She gasps his name again, her head falling forward, and he kisses her neck, and then her lips, loving the way her teeth scrape over his bottom lip.
"Eli!" she squeaks, at the same time as a hissed, "Fuck!" falls from his lips, and they come together, cries echoing around the alley before they can stop them.
They stay together for a moment, breathing hard as they hold each other, and then he steps back, carefully letting her down. He fixes his pants as she adjusts her skirt, the rain still pouring down around them, and then pulls her to him again, grinning as he kisses her.
"That was awesome, babe," he murmurs.
"Mmhmm," she agrees, kissing him again.
They pull apart again, and Eli goes to grab her shopping back from where she dropped it in the middle of the street, checking to make sure her purse is still inside. Miraculously, the contents of the bag still seem fairly dry, and he looks up to say this to her, but stops when he sees her looking frantically around.
"Eli, where are my panties?"
He looks at her, trying to remember what he did with them. He knows he took them off, but they're not in his pockets when he checks, and he looks down at the ground.
"Oh, no," he mutters when he finally spots them, a wadded, soaked mess a little ways down the road. He moves to grab them, and shakes his head as he walks over to her, knowing there's no way she can put them back on now. "I'm sorry, babe."
She shrugs as she looks at them. "Okay, well, we're not far from the hotel, and luckily, my skirt is dark and sort of stuck to me right now, so hopefully nothing will happen between here and there."
Eli knows she can see the surprise on his face when she looks up at him, and she shrugs again, a smirk curving her lips.
"It's not the end of the world. Plus, I'll probably be ready to go again when we get back to the room."
"God, I love you," Eli groans, making her giggle, and he takes her hand, pulling her to him for one more kiss before they start back to the hotel.