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Most mornings in the household belonging to Flow and Yoala were simple affairs; the house was modest as were they, big enough to have parties but small enough to be cozy, located atop a sand dune at the edge of a beach. It had once been a surf shack, but hard work and love had turned it into a proper home, one the two dolphins loved. Inside, warm and cool colors mixed harmoniously, the houses interior cupping the warm sunlight and lettin it flow through it, walls painted with care making lights un-needed until after sunset; most mornings they slept in, their queen sized water bed cupping their forms until an alarm roused them or one or the other woke up and gently roused their partner; this was not a normal morning. Flow's first hint that this was not a normal morning was reaching across the sheets and finding an empty spot next to him; Yoala almost always slept in later then him, and he'd taken to kissing her awake or sometimes pinching one of her smooth delphic rumpcheeks to get her up, often with her smirking at him and pulling him atop her for a kiss. An empty spot was definetely not what he expected. Opening one eye, then the other, he confirmed she wasn't there, the only movement in the bed besides his own the soft jiggle of the water under him. Sitting up, the sheets partially covered his muscular dolphin form, his pecs and 6 pack revealed while the slightly moist cloth clung to his lower body, a side effect of the natural moisture which covered dolphins skin.

"Yoala?" echoed through the house as he glanced around the room, wondering where she'd gotten to, and he got his answer a moment later as she almost literally bounced into view, her own naked cetacean body matching a female mirror of his, her bosom bouncing along with her as she giggled at him from the door "Well Good morning sleepy head, was wondering when you'd wake up... " She then walked into the room and got onto the bed, nuzzling him into a kiss and churring warmly. Mmmming, he returned the kiss, his hands sliding up to let him kiss her back with a bit of passion, their tongues rubbing as his belly pinkened a bit and her hand brushed a growing bulge in the sheets above his crotch. She had him almost at full staff before abruptly pulling away with a wink and smirking "C'mon my knight, breakfast is going to get cold, and I have plans for you today." Startled by her abrupt pulling away, he pouted a moment but nodded, allowing himself to admire her form as she turned and swayed her hips, heading back out through the door. They'd been together for years, and she still excited him as much as ever, not just in body but in spirit; she was his princess, he her knight, and he loved being so. Forcing his member to retract, he pondered surprising her in the kitchen; it wouldn't be the first time he'd snuck up on her from behind and mated her standing as she braced on the counter; but something told him to wait and see what she had in mind. Getting out of bed, he noted that their closet was open, revealing what little clothing they usually wore, and also that their custom Scuba gear was not in it's usual place, a clue to her intentions.

Walking into the kitchen, he smiled as he saw her, now clad in an open backed apron that left visible the three dark stripes running from her head to her tail, finishing the touches on a plate of some kind of food. Sitting down at a table they'd recovered from a shipwreck, the wooden chair gave a soft squeak, making her turn her head to see him and smile "Ah, there you are..." Two plates of steaming food were soon on the table, Orange juice, Fish omelettes, and sea cucumbers mixing with toast and jam as they enjoyed the meal, their tailflukes ocassionally brushing each other playfully like calves. Finishing, he smiled at her and hmmm'ed "Scuba day today?" Giggling, she nodded "Yes, but with something extra... and don't ask what it is, it's a surprise!" Nodding, he picked up his plate, and hers a moment later, following their custom of the one who cooked not having to do dishes. Hs blue eyes met her purple ones with a smile as he swayed his hips, and she pinched his rump, making him jump and squeak "Hey!" as she giggled again into her hand "Turnabout is fair play... you've been waking me up like that all week!"

Conceding the point, he finished the dishes and they both grabbed their scuba gear, the dual tank manifolds cushioned so that they could wear them bare-backed and not have their dorsals get crushed, myriad hoses and breathing apparati dangling as they loaded them onto their backs after putting on wetsuits; they far preferred to swim nude, but the law of the land wasn't in favour of naked cetaceans frolicking around on the sand yet. It was only about a quarter mile from their house to the water on the beach, and as they both exercised regularly they made it to the broad expanse of the pacific without being winded; if anything, they were excited, him to see what she had hidden in a gymbag she brought, and her to share it. Checking their equipment came easily and almost instinctively, and only a few minutes later they were walking, hand in hand, into the water, the clear bubbles resting atop their melons and heads providing the same function as normal scuba gear for most furs.

Coasting along into the water as they got deep enough, Flow saw Yoala immediately turn to eye local landmarks, then begin heading off in a direction they'd both memorized; they'd months ago found an underwater cave, a result of limestone and some other minerals making a hollow cavern. After some debate, they'd asked a favor of a friend and used his airpump on a boat he owned to fill the top portion of it with air, making a private place for them to spend time whenever they wished to escape the normal world. Following her, he noted that she was swaying her tail and hips a bit more then needed, teasing him. The last time she'd swayed her hips like that enroute to the cave, they'd been making love until it was almost dusk, the oxygen-recycler they'd brought with them nearly depleted from their activities. The lump in his wetsuit wasn't at all voluntary, and he grinned at hoping they could do something like that again.

Pausing at the moss and kelp encrusted entrance, she glanced back to look at him, then smiled and ducked inside, seemingly disappearing into a curtain of help fronds they'd nurtured along the front, making a wall that hid the entrance. He also paused and glanced around, seeing if anyone else was around to see their secret; satisfied, he ducked inside, enjoying the tickling of the kelp against his body through the wetsuit. Arriving inside, he found a pair of electric lamps already turned on, their glow a light blue from the LED bulbs as it lit up the fairly small space, about 15 feet in diameter, that lied at the heart of the cavern. Slipping from the water, he saw Yoala finishing setting up what looked like a camera, quick glances revealing two more setup in small alcoves around the room. She was already nude, a smile coming from her as he emerged from the water. Without saying a word, he slipped out of his gear and sealed the tanks, then undressed to be as bare as her, coming over to nuzzle her "Why the Cameras, my love?" Kissing his cheek, she smiled "You'll see soon enough... go to the center of the room and wait..." Obeying her, he walked back and stood, waiting and watching, as she finished setting up the last camera and then walked over to the bag she'd brought with, pulling out a fresh oxygen-rebreather module and turning it on, then getting out a pair of small black boxes, one in each hand, the tops decorated with what looked like a single letter on each, painted in gold. Walking over to him, she handed him one with a golden "Y" atop it, her own decorated with a fancy filligree "F" as she nuzzled him and then looked into his eyes, seeming to pause and focus her will on something. He realized what she was going to say a moment before she did, but he was still stunned as the words left her "Will you marry me?"

In his heart, he'd known she was the one; known for years. He'd never felt the need to go through the motions, the ring, the ceremony, the large crowd of friends; they seemed superficial to him. And yet here she was, asking him and opening the box, revealing a ring with a leaping dolphin in gold as part of it, wrapped around an amethyst the color of her eyes. In his box was a similar ring, white gold, with a gleaming sapphire matching his eyes for her. It had taken her several years, but finally she had him speechless. Forcing his tongue back to being useful, he looked into her eyes, and without thinking about it, answered not in land language through his tongue, but whistled through his blowhole, the happy cry of a male accepting his mates offer echoing in the cave as he blushed and smiled at her. Her own blowhole answered with a sultry thank you, her hand taking the ring in her box and slipping it into his finger as he did hers, and then his beak found hers, their kiss long and passionate as their naked bodies rubbed against one anothers, their arms wrapping each ther as though wanting to never let go.

He couldn't help himself; her naked body rubbing against his, the affirmation of their love, the heat of her kiss, it all made it impossible for him to fully restrain his member. The first couple of inches slipping free of his slit as it brushed against her, a surprised and happy squeak coming from her as she felt him carress her in the most intimate of ways. Softly breaking the kiss, she smirked at his blush and slid her hand down, gently grasping his member and squeezing it, making more slide out as he moaned softly. Without saying a word or needing to, she slid to her knees and slowly ran her tongue along his length, bringing him to full attention as he groaned, his hands sliding along her shoulders and neck. A moment later her beak was open, her tongue sliding up and down as she bobbed her head on him, eyes closed in enjoyment of pleasuring her beloved knight.

After several moments of blissful pleasure, he watched, entranced, as she slid her tongue from him and laid back on the sand, her legs spread in invitation as she churred at him seductively "Take mem, my love..." He would not have denied her the world at that point, sliding atop her and mmming as he slipped within her, her hands on his shoulders as they both groaned in pleasure from their union. Wrapping her legs around him, she kissed him, the kiss turning into a passionate french as they began to move together, bodies carressing and rubbing each other as they consummated their engagement. Flow soon had her gasping and calling for him, her pleasured cries mingling with his in the cavern as they echoed, filling the room with sounds of their love. Their first climax was shared, their bodies shuddering against one another as his seed filled her clinging, milking depths, his form and hers pressing into the sand. It took them several moments to recover, their warm nuzzles and soft churrss echoing the sweet afterglow as they carressed each other.

After several delicious minutes, he slid free, mmming, and sat on the sand, eyes closing a moment in bliss. When he opened them however, the sight that greeted him was Yoala on all fours, tail lifted and bottom swaying before him. "Done after only one round, my love?" His response caught her by surprise, but the happy moan that erupted from her and echoed in the cave told the tale better then any words could have how much she enjoyed it. Their lovemaking went on for several hours, the only witnesses themselves and the unblinking cameras as they mated in ways they'd never done before, the passion and love of their engagement breaking down barriers they'd never tested before. Finally, as the last few drops of seed left his body, He and his lover collapsed atop the sand, wordlessly carressing and stroking one another, a trio of beeps indicating their silent electronic witnesses had run out of storage. They both giggled, but were beyond caring at that point as they looked into each others eyes.

Anyone who witessed the beach sunset that night would have seen a pair of dolphins emerge from the surf, clad in wetsuits and toting scuba gear as well as a large duffle bag. They would have noted that they held hands like a pair of young lovers, smiling at each other and clad in the blissful rose glow that can come only from true love. And they would have seen that each wore a ring on their hand, the glow of the sun reflecting off of them like tiny spotlights, announcing that love to anyone who cared to look.