They flew into Tahiti-Faaa airport after a eight hour flight from Los Angeles. The flight from New York to Los Angeles was uneventful, with both Rollie and Angie exhausted from the wedding and the wonderful reception held at the soundstage not far from St. John’s. Dingo had come around, his misery over the Dorinda Bailey affair masked by his drinking and seeing Rollie and Angie happily wed.

After bidding everyone a fond farewell, they took a cab to the airport and caught the red-eye to Los Angeles. Angie slept soundly with Rollie’s shoulder as her pillow. Rollie nodded off several times, only to wake and reassure himself that the lady in the blue silk suit next to him was really his wife.

In Los Angeles, they only had a few short hours before taking the Air France straight to Tahiti. Angie had spent time changing her clothes to her most favored attire, jeans and a crew neck T-shirt as Rollie smiled at her coming out of the ladies restroom.

"Now, that’s the Ange I know…you look great in anything!" He told her, pulling her over to the wall and kissing her as she reddened.

"Or nothing?" she added, as her mouth closed over his opened one and she reminded him of what was ahead once they got to their bungalow in Bora Bora.

"Hey, want to get a room in L.A. here and fly in tomorrow?" he asked, coming up for air as he pressed against her.

"Oh no! We are going to make Tahiti today and be in Bora Bora in less than nine hours. You will just have to make do, Rollie Tyler," she said with a smile and squirmed out of his tight embrace.

"Yeah, keep with the plan…" Rollie said, his voice raspy and a bit out of breath as he turned to follow her.

They landed at Papeete, Tahiti where Faaa airport was located. From there, they caught the smaller Air Tahiti that flew them into Bora Bora at Motu Mute, which was built on the island in the lagoon. They had to take a boat shuttle from there and they arrived at Vaitape a half-hour later. Jet lagged but still smiling, Rollie and Angie took the local bus, known as the "le truck" by locals to arrive at the Moana Beach Parkroyal Resort. Finally, they could relax as they were escorted in a small golf cart out onto the lagoon decking where their bungalow awaited. It was a perfect sunset in Bora Bora as they stepped inside their suite finally.

"Oh my God!" Angie said, running through the split-level bungalow and taking in everything like a child in a candy store, "Rollie! This is wonderful!"

Rollie caught up to her on the sun terrace off the bedroom. The scent of the live vanilla plants in the bungalow was inviting as well as the smell of the salt water that rippled beneath their feet, under the deck.

"Yeah, this is the place to be," Rollie said, coming up behind her as she faced the open lagoon and wrapped his arms around her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Oh, it is…" she murmured, as he kissed her cheek and looked out at the sun, so huge in the horizon as it began it’s descent, "it was great that you could get this place so quickly!"

"Well, uh- I sorta planned this some time ago," Rollie replied, standing up straight and rubbing her shoulder.

"What?"

"Well, you know- I had a feeling before we left Avila. I took a chance and looked into it."

"My, all this behind my back! Sure you weren’t scheming some other chickie coming here with you that far back?"

"You’re my only chickie, Angie- love," Rollie said, laughing as she turned around and yawned. She removed the flowered lei from her neck and pounced on the king size bed in the middle of the bedroom.

"Oh, mosquito netting and all!" she said, looking up at the hoop attached to the ceiling that held the netting in place over the bed.

"Did you see the coffee table downstairs? It’s an aquarium, actually. It goes straight down into the lagoon. You can see the bottom of the lagoon from our living room and see the fish swimming round and round…" Rollie shouted to her as he went down the stairs to the bottom level and brought the bags up to the bedroom.

"Ah, my trusty bellboy!" Angie said, propping herself up on elbows and looking over to him, raising one leg at a time and throwing her sandals off in front of him.

"Hungry?" he asked, swallowing hard, knowing she wasn’t for they had eaten in Tahiti before catching the flight over to Bora Bora.

"I’m famished, actually…come here!" she said, her voice low and husky.

Rollie smiled, and removed his shirt, unbuckling his belt as Angie pulled off her T-shirt and began to unbutton her jeans. Before she knew what was about, Rollie had made a dive on the bed and landed on top of her as she giggled almost hysterically.

"Don’t break the bed!" she whispered.

"Hey, you don’t have to whisper, love. We are out here all alone, no one within at least a stone’s throw!" he told her as his lips touched the top of her breasts above her bra line.

"I can’t believe it!" she told him as he removed her bra with a one quick release motion and rested his face against her as she breathed in deeply, "I am married to you!"

He looked up at her, his face serious for a second and he moved up to kiss her on the lips, his tongue seeking hers and she forgot what she was going to say after that.

Later that night, the lapping of the lagoon tide washed against the pilings of their bungalow and Angie woke, pulling the sheet up over Rollie and herself. She released the mosquito netting and it dropped around their bed encasing them like a iridescent cocoon. She smiled, contented and laid back down, as Rollie rolled over against her, and she shut her eyes, feeling his warmness. He had made love to her that night with such urgency and passion and now, she softly and slowly, made love to him, awakening him with a shutter that he reached out and held on to her, his fingers intertwining with hers until vanquished release.

"You know," he murmured later, as the dawn approached, "I could get use to staying in Bora Bora forever!"

"But Rollie, who would they get to finish up the slime pits on Ectoplasmic Ranger in 3D?" Angie replied, her chin on his chest.

"You’re right, of course, sweetie. Duty first!"

"Right! Now- let me get some sleep! I would like to see the island so that I can tell people I really stayed here. Right now, I could tell them a lot about this bed, but not much else," she told him, smiling and he grinned back at her as she rolled over and tucked into him, his arms wrapping around her securely.

They spent the next several days, sightseeing, sailing, and even tried scuba diving. Angie had an adventure with a manta ray nearly attacking her and Rollie found her a black pearl in a deep dive while she stayed above water, watching the sunset and feeling the glorious day end. The Polynesian food was fantastic and they both swore they had gained ten pounds before the end of the week. On the final night before going back to New York and reality, an outrigger canoe paddled up beside their bungalow, depositing their last dinner, candle lit on their aquarium table. They kneeled together and ate the succulent dinner, a marvelous combination of pineapple soaked roasted pork, duck and sautéed vegetables with rice. For dessert, the banana fritters were ingested until gone and they laid on the veranda in the hammock together, groaning and laughing as they rubbed their taunt abdomens.

"Oooh, I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!" Rollie moaned and rocked the hammock.

"Hey! Stop the rocking, or I am going to lose my dinner," Angie told him, grinning as they looked up at the starry night, "Do you realize that we have not used a phone, a PDA, a computer or any other modern contraption since we arrived here for communication?"

"Yep!" Rollie replied, sighing, "and unfortunately, that all ends tomorrow, love. Back to the City and the People!"

"Yeah, and there is one thing, Rol…" she added, her arm up over her head, her eyes closed as he turned and looked at her profile.

"What’s that?"

"Where’s my wedding band?"

"What?"

"You heard me! We didn’t have rings exchanged in the wedding ceremony- I know that the handfasting doesn’t have such a thing but I am a modern girl as well and would like to have my man tagged now so those female creatures that walk by you see that you are taken."

"Angela! I didn’t know you were so, well- wrapped up in those trappings."

"Trappings?"

"Uh, you know, that a silly band of medal is what keeps my fidelity to our marriage."

Angie opened her eyes, a feeling of anger starting to course in her veins as she turned to look at him but he was smiling and got up from the hammock, leaving her swinging wildly and yelling his name.

He came back, holding a small pouch. She sat up, her head swimming as he laughed and put his hand on her forehead.

"Steady, dear heart, I didn’t forget the rings. I had always planned to exchange them on our last night here. Come on, get your bearings and give me your hand," Rollie told her as she shook her head and grinned.

"Rollie Tyler! I will never get over your schemes…" she started and he slipped the cool, gold band onto her finger until it touched her engagement ring, the blue diamond sparkling in the candlelight.

Angie looked down and smiled. It was a gold band with the Celtic Runes of love and trust etched into it with enameled lampblack. Rollie handed her the pouch and she reached in and pulled out his ring. It was etched with the same symbols of the Runes and she smiled as she took his left hand and slid the band over his knuckle.

"Now! Are you completely happy?" he asked her, twitching his hand as if the ring had stung him, mocking her.

"Yes!" she answered, and kissed him swiftly as he kneeled before her. Rollie tugged on her tousled, layered blonde hair and got up, pulling her up from the hammock. They could hear the wild frenzy of Tahitian drums and music coming from the island beyond the lagoon.

"Come on! We got to go and get into that!" he told her, pulling on her arms back into the bungalow.

"Let’s just get into right here," she told him as his eyes glowed inside their room, catching the light of the candles as they flickered on the bedstands.

"Oh, now you’re talking," he told her and moved up against her, in rhythm to the beat of the drums.

Morning came, after the frenzied lovemaking and the cooling down into deep sleep. They packed, not saying much- still enchanted with their week in Bora Bora. The ride back to the airport, on the boat lulled them back to a state of reality. They caught the small plane back to Tahiti and then boarded the Air France back to Los Angeles. They arrived in New York, a day later and a stubbled beard of five days growth on Rollie.

The loft was for once, just like they left it. No crime had been committed, Bluey greeted them as they opened the door, the lights came on, and waiting on the table by the couch was a bottle of champagne in ice. Lucinda had left it only hours before in anticipation of their arrival home.

"I’m going to miss her!" Angie said, grinning and tearful at the same time, as she thought of Luce going back to California without seeing her leave.

"Bloody good of her, though!" Rollie said, popping the cork and grabbing the glasses. The sudden act of him pouring the champagne there in the living room and grinning at her brought back a painful memory of a similar event only a few months prior to this night. Angie found herself holding her breath, and sat down as Rollie stopped what he was doing, and put the glasses down.

"Don’t bring Victor Loubar back into this, Ange!" he told her, solemnly as he picked up the bottle and took the glasses to the kitchen, almost dejectedly.

"Rollie? Hold on! It was just a brief moment, like a flashback. It’s over now. Come on, give me that glass!" she told him, hopping up from the couch and met him at the kitchen entrance.

"Sure?" he asked, but she had already stood up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth, then rubbed her own chin, making a face.

"Ouch! That stuff is hazardous, Rollie!"

"Yeah, well- off it goes tonight."

Angie sipped on her champagne and made the fatal sin of pressing the telephone answering machine. They both nearly choked on their champagne as they heard the urgent voice of Ben Poe on the other end.

"Rollie! You back yet? God, we got a mess down here on Ectoplasmic Ranger! We are going to have to reshoot all the 3-D stuff. Production wants it dropped. Too much money! Need you on the set tomorrow. We have 16-hour days ahead of us so get the lead out of your tail and get back here! Oh- by the way, hope you and Angie had a good time- cause it’s over now…!"

Rollie and Angie looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Business was back to usual.