Honeymoon, Part Two - Newlywed Shenanigans

Orm woke up feeling like she had been physically rearranged.

She blinked at the ceiling, her mind sluggishly processing the fact that she was still alive, despite Lingling's very obvious attempts to end her through sheer intensity. The sheets were tangled around her legs, and her entire body ached in ways she hadn't thought possible.

With a groan, she turned her head and immediately squinted against the blinding brightness streaming in from the terrace.

There, sitting like a picture of pure serenity, was Lingling—legs crossed, sipping coffee in a silk robe, her expression so infuriatingly composed that Orm momentarily considered whether she had dreamed the entire night.

Then she shifted slightly, and the very real soreness in her muscles reminded her:

No. It was very real.

She groaned dramatically, burying her face in the pillow.

Lingling, without even looking up from her coffee, hummed. "Ah. You're awake."

Orm peeked at her through one barely-open eye. "Barely."

Lingling took another sip, unbothered. "You'll live."

Orm groaned louder, rolling onto her side. "I don't feel alive."

Lingling finally set her cup down and turned to her, an annoyingly satisfied glint in her eyes. "You sound dramatic for someone who seemed very... engaged last night."

Orm let out a weak laugh. "I think I over-engaged."

Lingling smirked, standing up and making her way over. She leaned down, brushing a hand through Orm's messy hair. "Not my fault you have no self-control."

Orm blinked up at her in disbelief. "Excuse me? Me? No self-control?"

Lingling raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "You weren't exactly protesting."

Orm tried to form a comeback, but memories of the previous night surfaced in her mind like a highlight reel, and her very exhausted body reminded her that no, she absolutely had not protested.

"...Fair point," she muttered.

Lingling grinned, triumphant, and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead before pulling away. "Good. Now, get up. We have a full day ahead."

Orm groaned again, flopping dramatically back onto the bed. "No. I'm staying here. I live here now."

Lingling tilted her head, pretending to consider. "Oh? So I should just go on the honeymoon excursions alone, then?"

Orm narrowed her eyes immediately. "You wouldn't."

Lingling smirked and grabbed her phone, pretending to type. "I'll text the captain now. Private sailing trip for one."

Orm immediately sat up with a strained effort. "Okay, okay. I'm up. No need for threats."

Lingling smiled in satisfaction, placing her phone back down. "Good girl."

Orm froze mid-stretch, eyes wide. "Did you just—"

Lingling leaned down, whispering into her ear, "Hurry up, darling."

Then, just like that, she walked out to the terrace, her silk robe flowing elegantly behind her as if she hadn't just destroyed Orm's entire ability to function.

Orm sat there for a moment, staring at the doorway in betrayal.

Then, she muttered under her breath, "I should've made her sign a self-control clause in our vows."

And despite everything—the exhaustion, the soreness, the fact that she knew she was in for another long day—a lazy, lovesick grin spread across her lips as she finally dragged herself out of bed.

After Orm barely survived getting out of bed, the day's adventure officially began.

Despite her many, very reasonable complaints about needing at least one full day of recovery, Lingling had dragged her out onto a private yacht for an island excursion.

Now, standing at the helm of the luxurious boat, Orm adjusted her sunglasses, side-eyeing her wife, who was reviewing some kind of itinerary on her phone.

"...So we're rich-rich now, huh?" Orm quipped, smirking.

Lingling didn't even glance up. "We've always been rich-rich."

Orm crossed her arms. "Yeah, but now we're yacht-on-a-private-tour rich-rich. This is next level."

Lingling finally looked at her, unimpressed. "Orm. We literally got married in a wedding that had three separate floral designers."

Orm opened her mouth. Closed it. Considered.

"...Okay, fair."

Lingling hummed, satisfied, and went back to her very serious itinerary review.

Orm smirked, recalling a very specific conversation.

"So," she started, a lazy grin spreading across her lips, "I believe someone once told me I'd see them in a bikini soon."

Lingling, without looking up: "And?"

Orm tilted her head dramatically, hand over her heart. "And, wife of mine, I'm still waiting."

Lingling sighed, setting down her phone. She stood up, untying her silk cover-up with deliberate slowness, before letting it slide off her shoulders.

Orm blinked.

Then stared.

Then forgot how to function as a human being.

There stood Lingling Kwong, goddess incarnate, in a stunning white bikini, her toned figure nothing short of criminal.

Orm, very audibly, whispered: "Jesus."

Lingling raised an eyebrow, her usual icy composure in full force. "Satisfied?"

Orm was definitely not satisfied.

She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then tried again.

"I— I need— I need a minute."

Lingling smirked. "You've had plenty of minutes."

Orm internally screamed.

Lingling brushed past her, heading towards the sunbed like she hadn't just single-handedly shut down all of Orm's brain activity.

As she reclined gracefully, sipping her drink, Orm was still standing there, processing her entire existence.

Lingling raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? No smart comments now?"

Orm exhaled, still stunned, running a hand through her hair. "No thoughts. Head empty."

Lingling chuckled, stepping closer, her fingers lightly trailing up Orm's chest before stopping at the collar of her linen blouse. "Mm. That's a first."

Orm visibly gulped. "Babe, I—"

Lingling smirked and leaned up, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of Orm's mouth before pulling away just as quickly.

Then, as if she hadn't just left Orm a breathless mess, she picked up her phone again and resumed reviewing the itinerary.

Orm stood there, completely wrecked, blinking at nothing.

After a long pause, she muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else:

"...Yeah, I'm so in trouble."

Lingling hummed, still scrolling. "You're always in trouble."

After sailing around for a while, the captain docked at a pristine, secluded beach, perfect for snorkeling.

Orm, immediately excited, threw on her gear and dove into the water.

Lingling, still adjusting her mask, barely had time to process what happened before Orm was gone—swimming after something with concerning determination.

Lingling lifted her head, frowning. "Where the hell is she going?"

The boat guide, casually: "Oh, she's chasing a fish."

Lingling blinked. "She's what?"

Guide: "Yeah. Some tourists get really into it."

Lingling lowered her snorkel, watching her wife actively following a particularly aggressive-looking fish farther into the ocean, completely unaware that she was leaving civilization behind.

"...I married the little mermaid," Lingling muttered to herself.

By the time Orm swam back to the yacht, Lingling was already standing at the edge of the lowered swim platform, arms crossed, looking like the world's most glamorous yet exasperated lifeguard.

Orm pulled off her mask, grinning breathlessly, eyes bright with excitement.

"Babe, did you see that fish?! It had personality!"

Lingling sighed, exasperated but helplessly fond. "You were one minute away from becoming part of the ecosystem."

Orm shrugged, completely unbothered. "Would've been a great story."

Lingling grabbed her wrist immediately, dragging her back onto the swim deck.

Orm, laughing as she stumbled along: "Oh, so I don't get to join a fish cult, but you get to micromanage our honeymoon?"

Lingling: "That's exactly correct."

Orm tragically sighs.

After ensuring Orm didn't get lost to marine life, they continued exploring the island and stumbled upon a tiny, family-run Greek taverna.

The moment they stepped inside, the elderly taverna owner took one look at them and decided they were his favorite customers of the day.

With a wide grin, he led them to a cozy table overlooking the ocean, immediately bringing plates of food neither of them had ordered.

Orm leaned in, whispering, "We didn't even look at a menu."

Lingling, sipping her wine, shrugged elegantly. "It's called hospitality."

Orm smirked. "Or you just have main character energy."

Lingling rolled her eyes, but Orm wasn't exactly wrong.

The elderly owner soon returned, setting down another plate before smiling at Lingling.

Taverna Owner, winking: "Your wife is beautiful."

Orm immediately grinned like a menace. "Oh, she knows."

Lingling very subtly tightened her grip on Orm's hand. "Yes. I do."

The taverna owner, completely oblivious to the rising territorial energy, just kept bringing them more food.

By the time they left, half the village believed Lingling was the most in-love, devoted wife to ever exist.

Orm, stretching as they walked away, teased, "I think he liked you."

Lingling, completely deadpan: "I think you talk too much."

Orm just laughed, happily intertwined their fingers, and kissed Lingling's cheek anyway.

After an eventful day of Orm nearly joining a fish cult and Lingling making an international statement about her possessiveness, the couple returned to their private villa just as the sun began to set.

The villa, perched on a cliffside, overlooked the endless stretch of the Aegean Sea, and Lingling—ever the perfectionist—had secretly arranged for a private sunset dinner on the terrace.

The small table was set with lit candles, fine silverware, and a gourmet meal prepared by a private chef. A bottle of the finest Santorini wine was chilling in an ice bucket beside them.

It was supposed to be perfect.

But, of course, Orm was Orm—and that meant things never went as planned.

Lingling, trying to set the mood, gestured to the elegantly arranged table. "Surprise."

Orm blinked, clearly not expecting this level of effort.

"You did this?"

Lingling smirked. "Who else?"

Orm grinned, wrapping her arms around Lingling's waist. "You're getting so soft, Mrs. Kwong."

Lingling rolled her eyes. "I planned a dinner, not a confession."

Orm leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Still. This is really sweet, babe."

Lingling fought the blush creeping up her neck. "Sit. Before the food gets cold."

Orm did not sit.

Instead, she wandered over to the edge of the terrace, dramatically throwing her arms out. "Do you see this view? Look at us. We're thriving, Ling."

Lingling sighed. "Yes, I know. That's why I booked the villa."

Orm, ignoring her, took a deep breath, looking absolutely at peace with the universe.

"This is it," Orm declared. "This is where I'll retire. Just me, the ocean, and my legendary beauty."

Lingling rubbed her temples. "Would you like to have dinner before you retire?"

Orm, turning to her with a smirk: "Oh? You want me to sit now?"

Lingling, deadpan: "Honey, please just sit down."

Orm snorted, finally sitting down.

Lingling attempted to start a heartfelt moment.

Orm immediately ruined it.

Lingling, pouring wine: "I wanted to do something special for us."

Orm, already tasting the bread: "Mmhmm."

Lingling, ignoring it: "This trip, our honeymoon—it's the start of everything. I wanted tonight to be memorable."

Orm, nodding while taking a bite of lamb: "Totally."

Lingling, glaring: "Are you even listening?"

Orm, pausing mid-chew, looked at Lingling. "Babe. This food is spiritual. I am fully present in this moment."

Lingling exhaled sharply. "Unbelievable."

Orm, grinning: "I love that you planned this. I also love that we have an entire bottle of wine to ourselves. And I especially love that I married a woman who would literally fight a Greek fisherman if he looked at me wrong."

Lingling, lifting her glass: "To keeping people in their place."

Orm laughed, clinking her glass against Lingling's. "And to my hot, possessive wife."

After the chaos that was their candlelit dinner, the teasing, and Lingling pretending she wasn't absolutely smitten, the couple found themselves lounging on a cozy outdoor daybed on their villa's private terrace.

The Aegean Sea stretched endlessly below, shimmering under the moonlight. The air was warm, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of salt and wildflowers. Everything was quiet, just the distant hum of the waves and the rhythmic sound of Orm absentmindedly tracing patterns on Lingling's wrist.

For once, Orm wasn't talking, which was... suspicious.

Lingling, resting against her wife's chest, tilted her head up. "You're quiet."

Orm let out a small hum, still drawing slow circles on her skin. "Just thinking."

Lingling, eyebrow raised: "That's concerning."

Orm snorted, lightly pinching Lingling's side. "You are so lucky I love you."

Lingling smirked, shifting slightly so she could look Orm in the eyes. "Oh? How lucky?"

Orm sighed dramatically, tilting her head back. "So lucky." Then she paused, her playful tone softening as she continued, "Lucky enough that every time I look at you, I think, this is it. This is home."

Lingling froze.

The playful smirk faded instantly, replaced by something softer, deeper.

Orm glanced down at her, grinning a little. "I knew you'd get speechless eventually."

Lingling, blinking rapidly: "I–That was... annoying."

Orm chuckled, pulling her closer. "You love it."

Lingling exhaled slowly before burying her face in Orm's neck, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do."

Orm's arms tightened around her, one hand slowly running up and down her back, soothing, grounding.

After a long moment, Lingling whispered, "You really mean that?"

Orm tilted Lingling's chin up gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead before murmuring against her skin:

"I mean it more than anything."

Lingling, heart pounding but pretending to be composed, muttered, "I'll allow it."

Orm laughed softly, pulling her back in, holding her as if she never wanted to let go. "I'd hope so. I did marry you, after all."

Lingling, finally relenting, sighed against Orm's shoulder, completely at peace. "Best decision you've ever made."

Orm smirked. "You mean best decision we've ever made."

Lingling, half-asleep now, murmured, "No, I meant you. I was always the right choice."

Orm rolled her eyes, but her smile was unshakable.

The soft, sentimental moment should have been the perfect way to end the night. A peaceful, quiet embrace beneath the Santorini stars. A rare, tender exchange between two people so ridiculously in love that words didn't feel necessary anymore.

It should have ended there.

But it didn't.

Because Lingling was still Lingling—and Orm was still Orm—and Lingling wasn't done showing her wife just how much she loved her.

The warmth of the night, the glow of the moon, the way Orm was comfortably pressed against her, fingers lazily stroking Lingling's wrist—it all felt too perfect. And Lingling was never one to let a perfect moment go to waste.

So when she tilted her head up slightly to steal a glance at Orm's relaxed, unsuspecting face, she knew exactly what she was about to do.

Orm, eyes half-lidded with drowsy contentment, noticed the shift one second too late.

And Orm, unfortunately, was about to pay the price for marrying a woman with no self-control when it came to her.

Lingling's lips brushed against Orm's jawline, barely a whisper of a touch, but it sent a very clear message.

Orm froze. Then blinked. Then widened her eyes.

"Oh no," she muttered. "I know that look."

Lingling pretended to be innocent, voice smooth. "What look?"

Orm turned her head to look at her wife properly, raising an eyebrow. "The 'I'm about to ruin your sleep schedule' look."

Lingling smirked. "Good observation skills, Mrs. Kwong."

Orm immediately sat up, pulling away slightly. "Nope. Nope, we're not doing this right now."

Lingling, slowly leaning in: "I don't know what you mean."

Orm pointed at her, eyes narrowing. "You pounced on me last night. You ambushed me this morning."

Lingling, clearly unbothered: "And?"

Orm scoffed, gesturing wildly. "Are you ever not insatiable?!"

Lingling tilted her head, pretending to consider. "Hmm." Then she grinned, voice dropping lower. "No."

Orm groaned, dramatically flopping onto the bed. "Am I in danger?"

Lingling took that as an open invitation to crawl over her, fingers ghosting down Orm's exposed arm, smug and composed as ever.

Orm gritted her teeth. "Ling. It's late."

Lingling, tracing her nails lightly along Orm's collarbone: "And?"

Orm, fighting for her life: "I need sleep."

Lingling, pressing a kiss right under her ear: "You don't sound like you want to sleep."

Orm felt the last of her willpower leave her body.

"Well..."

Lingling, softly biting her lower lip as she smiled: "No, you don't."

Orm sighed, accepting her fate.

The next morning, the sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the villa. The sound of waves gently lapping against the shore should have been soothing.

Instead, Orm let out a long, suffering groan, face buried in the pillows.

Lingling, meanwhile, sat up completely refreshed, sipping her coffee with the smuggest expression imaginable.

Orm, muffled into the pillow: "You're awake."

Lingling, raising an eyebrow: "Obviously."

Orm, lifting her head just enough to glare: "How?"

Lingling, shrugging, sipping her coffee: "Good stamina."

Orm groaned dramatically. "You stole my sleep."

Lingling smirked, setting her coffee down and trailing a finger down Orm's arm. "Would you like me to make it up to you?"

Orm rolled onto her side, eyeing her wife warily. "That sounds like a trap."

Lingling, completely unbothered: "You walked into this marriage willingly."

Orm groaned again, but there was a small smile creeping onto her lips.

Lingling leaned down, placing a featherlight kiss on Orm's temple. "You didn't seem to mind last night."

Orm flopped dramatically onto her back. "Yeah, well, that was last night. This is now."

Orm flung a pillow at her.

Lingling dodged it effortlessly, laughing as she got up. "Fine, fine. I'll go make breakfast."

Orm peeked out from under her arm, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You're cooking?"

Lingling paused, then sighed. "I'll order something."

Orm grinned sleepily, finally pulling herself upright. "Smart choice."

Lingling leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her wife's forehead. "Enjoy your morning, Mrs. Kwong."

Orm, smirking despite herself: "I'll enjoy it more if you actually let me sleep in tomorrow."

Lingling, her smirk growing: "No promises."

She then runs her fingers through Orm's hair gently. "You love me."

Orm sighed, eyes still closed. "I do."

Lingling, pressing another kiss, this time to her cheek: "I love you, too."