<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Russell || <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Tiki Suite || <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sabrina</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj529/marconidrake/ti_zps46922b4c.jpg)</div><br/>Throughout the tour, Russell did his best to check out the island. Sabrina hadn't been lying when she told him that the place looked like paradise. He was used to flat, rolling hills and acres of farmland. First time he has ever seen a lush, tropical landscape with his own eyes. That, as well as the finely-appointed resort and beautiful beaches, was absolutely breathtaking.<br/><br/>However, he couldn't fully focus on their tour, not when he could feel the way Sabrina was tensed up beside him. He didn't often see his wife this nervous. She was always the lively one in the couple, dragging him out to art exhibits and music shows that he didn't think he was going to enjoy, but always ended up loving. So, it was rare for him to be the relaxed one and her the bundle of nerves. He chalked it down to the vacation -- the whole thing had been her idea. The trip. The place. She set it all up, and he assumed that she was worried that he might not like it. Always so worried about making sure he was happy when really, anything that involved time with her was what he wanted. He had looked over during the tour, Russell gave Sabrina a reassuring smile and sought to take her hand in his own for a tight squeeze.<br/><br/>Of course, there were some surprises. Nude beaches he was not ready for, and had looked away when they moves past them. Perhaps not as quickly as he could have, having caught some tantalizing glimpses of young women on the sand. But, he didn't want to be staring at such things while he was beside Sabrina. The flirting couples...and those who went farther...were easier to take. Yes, a bit more than he was comfortable with in public. But in a place like this, it was hard not to get carried away a little bit.<br/><br/>Russell followed her into the tiki hut, dropping the luggage off with a slight grunt. Raising his eyes to see her step more into the room. Once again, the place was lovely, but his eyes were on her. The simple movements she made that always had his blood boiling. He might not be the most adventurous in the bedroom, but Sabrina always found a way to send him spinning without even knowing it, even if he only showed it in the most vanilla of ways.  At first, he had attempted to resist it. But really, they were married now. What was the harm?<br/><br/>Again, she seemed nervous. Apprehensive. Like she thought he was going to hate where she picked for a vacation. Once she settled, Russell came over and slipped those strong, thick arms around her body. Tugging her up into his chest, lips seeking out her own. One hand draped over her hip, the other one rested on her back, letting his finger dance over the golden skin of her bared shoulder. A slow, idle drag as he tucked her body against his own.<br/><br/>"It's perfect, Sabrina. We are going to have a fantastic time. You picked an amazing place for us."<br/><br/>Didn't seem to ease whatever she was feeling, at least not completely. What they needed was a distraction.<br/><br/>"So, what do you want to do first. Beach? Bar? Anything at all, love."