Honeymoon Bliss

As soon as the private car pulled up to their secluded luxury villa in Santorini, Lingling stepped out first, taking in the breathtaking sight before her. The whitewashed buildings, accented by deep blue domes, stretched along the cliffs, overlooking the endless sapphire expanse of the Aegean Sea. The golden hues of the afternoon sun bathed everything in a soft glow, making the scene look like a postcard.

Lingling removed her sunglasses with practiced ease, her expression cool and composed as always. She tilted her head slightly, scanning the villa, the private infinity pool that seemingly blended into the ocean, and the elegant terrace that awaited them.

"Acceptable," she murmured.

Behind her, Orm finally stepped out of the car, adjusting her sun hat and rolling her suitcase with one hand. She raised an eyebrow. "Just 'acceptable'?"

Lingling turned to her wife, her lips twitching upward ever so slightly. "It'll do."

Orm let out a dramatic sigh, tossing an arm around Lingling's shoulder. "Ah, yes, the ever-picky Mrs. Kwong. I'll take that as 'I love it, my wife planned this perfectly and I am utterly in love with her.'"

Lingling hummed, noncommittal, but the way she leaned ever so slightly into Orm's side gave her away.

Before Orm could tease her further, a well-dressed staff member approached with a warm smile. "Mrs. Kwong, Mrs. Sethratanapong, welcome to your villa. We've prepared everything for your stay, including the private dinner setup on your terrace this evening."

Lingling gave a curt nod of approval, while Orm chuckled. "Still getting used to hearing that."

Lingling, ever composed, smirked. "You'd better."

As soon as they stepped into their villa, Lingling was already moving with purpose. She set her designer tote on the marble countertop and pulled out her phone, swiftly navigating to her perfectly curated itinerary.

Orm, meanwhile, had other priorities. She flopped onto the plush lounge chair by the infinity pool with a dramatic sigh, sunglasses slipping onto her nose.

"I love it here," Orm declared, stretching like a satisfied cat.

Lingling, still scrolling, barely looked up. "We've been here for five minutes."

Orm peeked over her shades. "And I already know it's perfect. Just like you."

That finally made Lingling pause. She turned, eyeing her wife suspiciously. "...You're up to something."

Orm smirked, tilting her head. "What? I can't just compliment my beautiful, brilliant, ridiculously prepared wife?"

Lingling narrowed her eyes. "No. You usually follow it up with something you want."

Orm gasped in mock offense. "Me? Want something? I'm hurt, Ling. Deeply."

Lingling stared at her for a second longer before sighing and turning back to her phone. "We have a busy few days ahead. Sunset sailing tomorrow, Michelin-star dinner the day after, a vineyard tour—"

She was cut off by a gentle tug on her wrist.

"Ling," Orm murmured, pulling her down onto the lounge chair beside her.

Lingling blinked as she found herself suddenly reclining against Orm's chest, the warm sea breeze brushing against them. "Orm—"

"No schedules. No meetings. Just us," Orm said softly, her fingers lazily tracing circles on Lingling's wrist. "We deserve to enjoy this, don't you think?"

Lingling hesitated. There was still so much to plan—

Orm leaned in, brushing her lips against the shell of Lingling's ear. "Relax with me, Mrs. Kwong."

Lingling's stomach flipped. She was usually the composed one, the one in control. But with just a few words and that damn teasing tone, Orm had her entire world tilting.

"...Fine. Just for a little while."

Orm smirked, shifting so Lingling fit snugly against her side. "That's what you said last night, and we both know how that ended."

Lingling's lips parted slightly, a witty retort on the tip of her tongue, but instead, she simply leaned in and captured Orm's lips in a slow, deep kiss.

Orm made a soft sound of surprise before melting into it, her hand instinctively cupping Lingling's jaw.

Lingling pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, "Are you going to keep talking, or should I show you exactly how insatiable I can be?"

Orm barely had time to process before Lingling shifted, pinning her against the lounge chair with practiced ease.

"Ling—" Orm started, but Lingling silenced her with another kiss, this one more demanding, her fingers already slipping beneath Orm's linen blouse.

Orm let out a shaky laugh between kisses. "Didn't we just get here?"

Lingling smirked, lips trailing down Orm's neck. "So?"

Orm bit her lip, eyes darkening. "So I thought we were supposed to relax."

Lingling's fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns down Orm's waist. "We are."

And relaxation quickly became the last thing on their agenda.

The Santorini breeze carried the scent of salt and citrus through their private terrace, where Orm lounged with a glass of wine, watching her wife flip through the itinerary with practiced precision.

Lingling, as always, was focused—her brows slightly furrowed, her fingers tapping lightly against the pages in rhythm. Orm, as always, was watching her with the ease of someone fully aware that her wife would try to structure the entire honeymoon if left unchecked.

"I assume this is the part where you tell me the next ten days are scheduled down to the minute?" Orm mused, sipping her drink.

Lingling didn't even blink. "Not the entire honeymoon."

Orm smirked. "Oh? You're loosening the iron grip?"

Lingling simply turned another page. "I left space for flexibility."

Orm stretched her legs out. "You mean you wrote 'free time' into the schedule."

Lingling lifted an eyebrow. "Would you prefer I had planned everything?"

Orm considered. "Actually, yes. I love when you go full CEO on me."

Lingling's lips twitched, but she returned to the itinerary. "Tomorrow, we have a vineyard tour in the morning, followed by a private sunset cruise—"

Orm hummed. "That does sound romantic."

Lingling nodded. "Then a Michelin-star dinner reservation at—"

Orm held up a hand. "Okay, pause. When's the no itinerary part?"

Lingling glanced up, feigning innocence. "That depends. How do you define 'no itinerary'?"

Orm gave her a look. "Ling."

Lingling sighed, her version of surrendering. "Fine. You get one full day of unstructured leisure time."

Orm grinned. "So, an entire day of just us, no plans?"

Lingling nodded.

Orm leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "And what exactly do you think we'll do with all that time?"

Lingling tilted her head slightly, voice smooth. "I have some ideas."

Orm chuckled, shaking her head. "You always do."

Lingling smirked. "And yet, somehow, I never quite account for how much of a distraction you are."

Orm shrugged, smug. "That's your fault for marrying me."

Lingling tapped her pen against the table, pretending to consider. "Maybe. But I'll make it up to myself."

Orm blinked. "Wait—yourself?"

Lingling took a slow sip of her drink, eyes full of mischief. "Mm. I plan to be very selfish with you."

Orm, fully understanding what that meant, felt her face heat up. "...Oh."

Lingling smirked, clearly pleased with her wife's reaction.

Orm coughed, trying to play it cool. "So. Uh. The vineyard tour."

Lingling, still smirking, picked up her itinerary. "Yes. That's still happening. Unless you'd rather stay in?"

Orm groaned, covering her face. "You're ridiculous."

Lingling merely lifted her glass. "And yet, you married me."

Orm peeked at her from between her fingers, lips twitching. "Regrettably."

Lingling narrowed her eyes, setting her glass down. "I will make you regret that."

Orm laughed, reaching for her. "Looking forward to it."

The conversation might have moved on, but Orm could still feel the weight of Lingling's earlier words lingering in the air. Something about the way she had said "I'll make it up to myself" had sent a very clear, very possessive message.

Now, as they settled into the private lounge area of their honeymoon suite, the warm glow of Santorini's sunset spilling through the windows, Orm couldn't shake the feeling that she had unknowingly activated something.

Lingling sat beside her, swirling a glass of wine with far too much poise, her legs crossed elegantly, looking every bit the composed CEO she always was. But Orm knew better. That look in her wife's eyes? That was not the look of someone who was done talking about their previous conversation.

Orm cleared her throat, trying to keep it light. "So, uh... do I get a sneak peek of this selfish honeymoon plan?"

Lingling took a slow sip of wine, setting the glass down with precise care before turning to her wife. "You do ask the right questions."

Orm opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Lingling moved.

It was swift, calculated—she straddled Orm's lap in one seamless motion, pinning her against the plush cushions.

Orm blinked. "Ling—"

Lingling's hands found their way to Orm's jaw, tilting her face upward. "You talk too much, my love," she murmured, her lips brushing just barely against Orm's.

Orm let out a breathy laugh, trying to play it cool. "I have to, since you just plot things and let me suffer the consequences."

Lingling hummed in amusement, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles along Orm's collarbone. "Suffering, hmm?" She leaned in closer, her voice dipping into something sultry. "That's not the word I'd use."

Orm swallowed, feeling her heart rate very much speed up. "Oh?"

Lingling's lips curled into a smirk, her hands slipping under Orm's blouse, her touch featherlight but deliberate. "No." She tilted her head, her nose brushing along Orm's jaw. "I think spoiled would be more accurate."

Orm's fingers instinctively gripped Lingling's waist, her voice coming out weaker than she'd like. "...You're very confident about that."

Lingling smiled. "I have evidence."

Orm's breath hitched as Lingling's lips finally met hers—slow at first, teasing, like she wanted Orm to admit defeat before she even had a chance to fight.

And, to be fair, Orm wasn't fighting.

Lingling deepened the kiss, her grip tightening ever so slightly, as if silently reminding Orm of the very specific kind of attention she planned to give her for the rest of their honeymoon.

Orm barely managed to break away long enough to whisper, "I thought you were going to be exhausted after all the wedding stress."

Lingling smirked against her lips. "And yet, somehow, you are my only source of energy."

Orm groaned. "I walked into that one."

Lingling chuckled, pushing her further into the cushions. "Yes. And now, my love, you're stuck."

Orm really didn't mind.