@snewts time wish au!! Featuring my son! The Dean, Peabody Dean. He has ibs and an anxiety disorder and also PE, ex husbands to Steve and i hate him with every fiber of my being hes my son and my blorbo and easy to draw
Summary: Natalie and Ava are on their honeymoon. (Trophy Wife AU)
WC: ~1.4k
For their honeymoon, Ava pulls out all the stops. Not that it’s unusual for her; she’s over-the-top and extravagant and eager to show off, but it’s still giving Natalie some sort of cherished, beloved feeling as she sets down her suitcase on the bed of their beachfront cabin. A real beachfront cabin, with a swath of private beach, rented for the entire month while they live outside the reach of the rest of the world and enjoy each other. There’s no one else who could, let alone would, have done this for her in her “old life.” But Ava seems to live to pamper her, and there’s no way Natalie could ever turn this down.
“You are just too good to me,” she says as she kicks off her sneakers. She can’t wait to shower, put on her suit, and enjoy the sun, sand and water with her wife to hold her from behind, kiss her neck and maybe sneak a hand down the front of her bikini bottoms.
“I have an idea how you can repay me.”
It’s no surprise when Ava wraps her arms around Natalie’s waist and kisses her, as slow, tender, and sensual as every kiss they’ve ever shared. There’s no such thing as chaste with her. It’s not something Natalie minds, though. She relaxes into it as Ava decides to let her hands roam, feel her hips, her ass, pull her close because they almost always wind up grinding like horny teenagers whenever they have sex. There’s just something about it.
There’s nothing stopping them from literally having marathon sex (which they’ve done once before, and that was an experience) until they pass out, but Natalie does want to see the extent of the honeymoon. The beach and the shells, the salty wind, the deck overlooking a stunning horizon that will give a sunset view, a beautiful kitchen that had a chef cooking in it when she arrived- there’s so much to see, and more than enough time to have sex after she’s explored. A lifetime in Chicago hasn’t ever given her the chance to see a place like this.
“After dinner,” she says, and pulls back- missing it almost immediately- to rinse off the day of travel before going to the beach. Sure, she’ll have to shower again, but she wants to feel clean and not-sweaty so she can enjoy a mellow evening and then make a mess of the high thread count sheets waiting for them. “I promise.”
Ava pouts but just focuses on unpacking their things while Natalie grabs a towel and goes into the bathroom. Fully stocked, as promised, with everything she could want or need, and a huge tub. She’ll have to take a bath while they’re here. There’s time.
Once she dries off and comes out of the shower, their suitcases are unpacked and hidden from view, a brand new bikini is laid out on the bed for her, and Ava is wearing… not much, honestly. She doesn’t often swim with her, even at home, but she’s now wearing a pair of plain black bikini bottoms and a dark tank top, very clearly with nothing under it. Her hair is even pulled up, sunglasses perched atop her head to combat the sun.
“You’re actually going to swim with me?”
“It’s our honeymoon, I don’t wanna spend a second away from you.”
It’s sweet. Loving. Natalie hides her flush as she twists her hair into a bun and reaches for the new swimsuit. It’s lovely, all maroon and well-fit, showing off her cleavage and her ass. Very much in line with what Ava picks for her, not that she minds. She makes a little show of it, shimmying the bottoms up her legs and knowing that Ava’s staring at her, likely thinking about dropping to her knees and putting her mouth to work.
The beach awaits them. As brilliant as the huge diamond engagement ring Natalie is going to turn to a necklace when they get home, as endless as the sky, and with a musky, yet fresh scent that washes over her in the open, crisp air. There’s never been a wind or breeze like this in Chicago; those nip at exposed skin and bring smoke and trash, as opposed to wrapping around her body like a cloak in the sun.
She doesn’t have the words to describe how beautiful it all is, the sand squishing underfoot and the waves reaching to her slowly, beckoning her to come feel. She’s powerless to resist. Sprints forward, to the water with more excitement and power behind her muscles than she’s felt in a very long time, stopping with a cross between a laugh and a yelp when the water proves to be icy cold around her ankles. It’s pretty, though, and she can get used to it, just as she had the unheated pool at the gym she used to work out at.
Natalie slowly walks into waves, letting them wash against her, one after another, getting stronger as she ventures deeper, wondering why the water seems so empty. There are no fish, no plants, just the loose sand and nearly clear water. She can almost see her feet, if they’re blurred and discolored now that the water has started lapping at her waist.
In moments, Ava is beside her, reaching to hold her hand in the cold water and offering her the prettiest, sun kissed smile, already flushed in the sun coming down on them. She’ll get a bright collection of freckles on her face in the time they’re here. It’ll be nice to see her like that, as opposed to the carefully put together, often airbrushed images that appear in press releases or magazines. That’s something Natalie hadn’t prepared for, being in the public eye. Owners of jewler companies are often left out of sight, but Ava’s beautiful with a good head for business, hands in the stock market- she’s seen, and by extension, now Natalie is seen.
“Thank you for this,” Natalie breathes, leaning against her and watching another large wave crest on the horizon. “It’s incredible.”
“Only the best for you, darling.”
She can’t fight a smile as they stand there for a long moment, taking in the beauty and serenity of the ocean stretching in front of them for miles and miles, as far as the eye can see and then some. The curvature of the earth smiles at them peacefully.
“I was thinking we’d have a beachy dinner,” Ava says. She punctuates her sentence with a kiss to Natalie’s temple. “We’ll have lobster as a main dish, and whatever sides the chef comes up with. We can eat it on the patio or in the sand, watch the sunset. And then…”
“And then,” Natalie agrees.
A large wave coming towards them prompts them to head closer to shore, a little afraid of the strong current, so they can spend time walking the shallows and collecting rocks or shells to bring home. It’s a small, plain pleasure, but one that makes Natalie happy. She’s always liked keepsakes. And this is extra special, she knows, as she picks up a particularly beautiful cream colored shell to bring home with her. She can put it on her vanity beside other mementos.
Ava prefers the rocks and smaller shells, bits and pieces she’ll put toward inspiration for the few unique pieces she makes or has made for Natalie. One of a kind, just like her, she often says. Her engagement ring is one of a kind, and so is the diamond bracelet gifted to her on their first date back before Natalie’s life changed for the better. Some days still bring reminders, her words tripping up in her mouth or her head hurting. But she’s better now than she was then, so she doesn’t mind.
They gather their treasures to bring back inside, and arrange on the counters to look at whenever they please. The chef is just starting to cook, respectfully keeping his eyes on the food when they walk in and Ava pulls at the tie holding up Natalie’s top. She allows it to drop. Only Ava will see, and they’re in the bedroom in seconds, Ava pushing her down onto the bed and straddling her hips.
She laughs a little, can’t help it because she’s happy with Ava, happy lying here to be looked after, happy to be wanted for who she is when Ava kisses her softly and pulls down her panties to make her feel good out of a desire to give, not selfishness that so many possessed around her in the past. Natalie wraps her legs around Ava’s waist and knows this is the apex of her life.
Here’s the intro post and also I’m writing a fic about their honeymoon //
- Natalie was a doctor, specifically emergency pediatrics as we all now, but she was beginning to feel stifled after the car accident. No one believed her about things, her brain never fully recovered- it was like her life was over, in a way.
- Enter Ava Bekker, bringing in one of her maids who slipped and fell while cleaning. Carrying her in with such concern and kindness, staying at her side even though she’s just “the help” and looking after the young woman like she’s her own daughter. Needless to say, Natalie is taken with her immediately.
- Cue Ava being like “oh shit that doctor is hot I must ask her to dinner”
- It starts with dates to functions. Ava showing off Nat and to Nat, wanting everyone to see that yeah, she’s dating a hot doctor, and it’s a cross between actual attraction and a need to be the best of the best at everything.
- They wind up falling for each other, getting married, the whole shebang, but there’s a constant underlying point of how much Ava loves to spoil Natalie and show her off, know that she has the most beautiful and doting and intellectual wife of her whole social circle. Although maybe there’s occasional angst because Natalie worries she’s only here to be the “trophy wife.”
- But mostly this is an excuse to write about them being rich and in love and having a lot of sex and getting spoiled like they deserve
Yeah but trophy wife Natalie lying back on their huge, luxurious bed, touching herself with an expensive toy while Ava watches, telling Ava how she wouldn’t have to do this if Ava was home more and took care of her
