Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, except for Alana who is totally mine, but just borrowing the rest for a while :)
A/N: I had this idea and thought it fun to expand on it. Beta work done by McGonagall's Bola. Please R&R…
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Donna drove her jeep down to the dock. It was Wednesday morning and the supplies would be arriving any minute. Nearly all the passengers had disembarked and were walking down the wharf. Donna waved to the head of the staff as they started unloading the boat. She was about to return to her car, when Donna saw a young woman wandering around aimlessly as if lost. Smiling to herself, Donna studied this woman. She wore light blue denim shorts that just covered her thighs, a black singlet with thick straps, and her reddish brown hair hung in plates on either side of her face. Donna slowly walked over to introduce herself.
"Hi."
"Hello," the woman said and smiled sweetly.
"Do you need any help?" Donna asked politely.
"Um," she paused. "I'm on holidays and thought it would be fun to come across to Kalokairi, but, um, I don't really have anywhere to stay. Do you know a place I can stay at?" she asked.
"Villa Donna," Donna answered.
"Great! Could you take me to see the manager?" the woman inquired.
"Sure. Though, no need to look any further, it's me," Donna explained with a smile. The woman nodded and stared at her.
"Then I'm assuming you're Donna," she noted, holding out her hand. "I'm Alana," she introduced. "I suppose you don't have any spare rooms, do you?" she queried.
"Let me see…" Donna teased, tapping her lips with her finger. "Of course I do!"
"Great," Alana offered.
"Is that all you've got?" Donna asked, pointing at the backpack that stood between Alana's feet.
"Yeah," she answered with a nod.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, just wait here, and then I'll take us both up to the villa." Donna said and rushed over towards the boat. Alana watched as Donna talked to a stout man with a beard and bald patch on his head. She assumed he was the Captain of the boat. She saw them shake hands, then Donna returned. She guided Alana back to the jeep, where she dumped her bag in the back and hopped in the front. Donna started the engine and drove off; she focused on the dirt road in case of any hidden potholes. A few hundred metres down the road, Donna glanced across to see Alana staring at the scenery rushing past her. "So, how long is your holiday for?" Donna asked.
"To be honest, I have no idea. I just needed a break from life," Alana replied, biting on her lip. "A few months ago, my partner broke up with me. We had been together for a year and a half, so I got pretty low as you can imagine. That's when a friend of mine told me to snap out of it and that I should do something for myself. I thought about it for a while then decided I just needed to get away from everything and everyone and go on a holiday," she said while staring out at the water to the left.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Donna mumbled, glancing across at Alana. "Boy, men are complicated!" she chuckled.
"Yeah," Alana agreed with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"Well, you've come to the right place. Kalokairi is a very beautiful island," Donna added and swerved to the right to avoid a massive ditch but still caught the edge. "Sorry," Donna apologised.
"How long have you been running the villa?" Alana asked. She wondered how much further it was till the villa as she did not see any hint of buildings in sight.
"Hmm, probably for about seven years or so," Donna answered.
"Is it mainly for guests or do you cater for functions as well?" Alana asked again.
"Mainly guests. Though we have had the odd birthday party or wedding reception from past guests. I rely on word of mouth to advertise the villa," Donna replied. Alana nodded her head and stared out at the spectacular view.
When Donna parked the car in the shade of a big tree at Villa Donna about fifteen minutes later, she waited for Alana to grab her backpack then led her to the never-endings stairs up to the villa. As they reached the top, a girl with curly blonde hair came hurrying over with a wide smile.
"Mummy! Mummy!" she cried.
"Hey, sweetie," Donna panted, watching her daughter walk towards them.
"Eleanor set up a tea party for me," Sophie began.
"Did she really?" Donna teased.
"Mhmm, come play with me, Mummy," begged the six-year-old.
"Not now, Mummy is busy," she explained. Sophie pouted her lips, and then noticed Alana for the first time.
"Will you play with me?" she asked.
"Alana just arrived, she needs to settle into her room," Donna replied. Alana looked at Donna then down at Sophie.
"Save me some tea," she said with a smile then frowned, seeing Sophie close to tears. "I promise," Alana quickly added.
"Pinkie promise?" Sophie asked, holding out her hand.
"Pinkie promise," Alana answered and wrapped her own small finger around Sophie's.
"Yay!" Sophie squealed and skipped away.
"This way," Donna muttered.
"I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to put you in any awkward situations," Alana apologised.
"It's not your fault. Being a mum and a manager at the same time can be a little difficult at the best of times. Sophie doesn't realise I can't play with her all the time," Donna explained with a shrug. "Here we are," she said, pushing back a white door. "If there is anything you need, just come and find me or ask one of the staff," Donna said, letting Alana enter the room. "Well, I'll let you settle in," Donna said, then quickly disappeared. Alana looked over at the door, but she was already gone. She noticed a small cream chest of draws and unpacked some of her clothes. Alana then went to the small bathroom to freshen up before deciding to have a look around the villa. She found Donna hanging out some very colourful sheets in the courtyard.
"Hi," Alana greeted, walking towards her.
"How do you like your room?" Donna asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"It's very cosy," Alana replied, handing over two pegs she had grabbed from the small basket at Donna's feet. Their fingers touched as Donna took the pegs and hung up the sheet.
"Mummy," Sophie quietly called behind Donna.
"Mmm?" she muttered, still staring at Alana.
"Can we play now?" she asked.
"Why don't you ask Alana?" Donna suggested. Sophie moved around Donna and stood in front of Alana.
"Can you play now? You promised!" Sophie stated.
"Of course," Alana nodded. "And please, call me Lana," she added to both Donna and Sophie. Sophie smiled up at her, then grabbed Alana's hand and dragged her away.
"Have fun," Donna called after them. She let her mind wander as she finished off the chore of hanging out the sheets.
Donna had ever only been with men but had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a woman. To feel her touch on her cheek or arms wrapped around her in a hug. Donna had contemplated on many occasions if it would feel any different from waking up in the morning with either a man or woman beside her. How would it feel to have a woman go down on her; sensual, soft, gentle? Donna once had her entrance licked by a man but only to be ready for his throbbing member. She's known of a few of her friends to have experimented with other women but always gone back to men with the exception of Tina who was a lesbian and in a long-term relationship. Donna then found herself thinking about how it would feel if that woman was someone like Alana. Donna quickly finished pinning the washing to the line and went to find Sophie and Alana.
"I think Mr. Teddy wants some more tea," Donna heard Alana say from inside Sophie's room.
"Is there room for one more at the party?" Donna asked, pushing back the door.
"Mummy!" Sophie cried excitedly. She got up and wrapped her arms around Donna's legs. "You're too late. Mr. Teddy had the last cup," Sophie said, taking a step back.
"It's such a lovely afternoon, why don't we all head down to the beach?" Alana suggested.
"Oh, Mummy, can we?!" Sophie asked excitedly, bouncing on the spot.
"Sure," Donna answered with a nod and an appreciative smile towards Alana.
"Great!" Alana said, getting to her feet. "I'll meet you at the top of the stairs in about ten minutes," Alana said and left the room.
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Alana stared out at the ocean as she waited for Donna and Sophie. The crystal clear blue water seemed to go on forever with just a glimpse of the mainland in view.
"We are ready!" Donna said, walking up behind Alana. She turned around to see Sophie in a cute pink swimming suit, a plastic bucket with shovels inside in one hand and holding onto Donna's hand with her other. Donna was wearing a somewhat see-through white, long buttoned shirt with a blue one-piece underneath; she also had a bag over her shoulder, full of towels and sunscreen, Alana assumed.
"Are we walking or driving down to the beach?" Alana questioned.
"Driving. It's too far for Sophie to walk." Donna replied, walking over to the jeep and packing everything into the back. She then helped Sophie onto the seat and buckled the seat belt. Alana climbed into the passenger side and fastened her own. Donna quickly raced around to the other side and started the jeep. For the entire ride down, Sophie talked non-stop about her favourite children TV shows, music, food and games. She then made Alana promise to build a sand castle with her.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived on the beach and Sophie ran straight onto the sand.
"Sophie! Not so fast!" Donna cried out.
"I'm hungry, Mummy," Sophie whined, walking back to Donna who was setting up a spot under the shade of a tree.
Sophie halted in her tracks and turned around, padding back over to her mother with a sour expression on her face. Why couldn't she just go already? Donna was setting up a spot under the shade of a tree.
"Are you hungry, baby?" Donna wondered, seeing the expression on her daughters face. The six-year-old nodded at once, not having realized how hungry she was until her Mother asked her. Donna fished out a peanut butter sandwich from the bag and handed it over to Sophie. She also grabbed the sunscreen bottle and started applying it to Sophie's skin. Once Sophie had finished the sandwich, she threw the wrapper on the ground and got to her feet.
"Hang on, Sophie, you can't go until you have some on your face," Donna said, shaking the bottle. Sophie plonked herself in front of Donna and closed her eyes. Alana took off the grey t-shirt but kept her board shorts on, still watching the interaction between mother and daughter. She quickly adjusted her black bikini and looked down at the sunscreen bottle lying on the beach towel.
"May I?" Alana asked.
"Sure," Donna answered.
"Thanks," Alana muttered, picking up the bottle. As soon as Donna had finished rubbing on the sun screen on her daughter, Sophie raced off to go build a sand castle.
"Would you like me to do your back?" Donna asked quietly as she glanced over at Sophie. She was having a little trouble with the sand: each time Sophie turned the bucket over, the sand just crumbled.
"Yes, thank you," Alana muttered. Donna took the bottle and squeezed some into the palm of her hand. She began to rub the sunscreen onto Alana's back and smiled, hearing a groan escape from Alana's lips.
"There, all done," Donna said, patting her back once all the sunscreen was rubbed in.
"Mummy!" Sophie cried. Both the women walked over and helped Sophie build the sand castle. Donna caught Alana smiling at her, a smile that made her insides melt.
"Do you know what this needs?" Donna said suddenly.
"What?" Sophie cried.
"A moat!" Donna chuckled, staring at her daughter. "So no one can get in but those who live in the castle," she explained with a smile.
"Come on, Sophie," Alana paused to get up. "Let's go find some shells to decorate it," she suggested. Sophie nodded and quickly got to her feet as well. Donna dug out the moat but careful not to ruin the castle. She looked up and smiled at Sophie conferring with Alana about sea shells.
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It was late into the afternoon when all three of them returned to the villa. Donna placed Sophie down in her bed and turned to Alana.
"Thanks for the great afternoon," she said with a smile. "I know Sophie really enjoyed it," Donna whispered, looking down at her daughter.
"I enjoyed it, too," Alana replied, putting the bucket down on the floor. Donna pointed to the door, and they silently crept out of the room.
"Can I interest you in a little night cap?" Donna offered.
"Actually, I'm pretty tired, so I might call it a night," Alana explained.
"Sure, no worries," Donna muttered, staring down at her feet.
"Hey," Alana paused, lifting Donna's head with her fingers. "I had a great time with you this afternoon," she whispered, smiling. Donna could feel her cheeks turning red and glanced up at Alana, who was staring at her intently with those mesmerising hazel eyes. Donna moved her head closer and pressed her own lips against Alana's, softly and innocently. Alana wrapped her arms around Donna and kissed her back passionately, unsure of where this would go, but positive that they would figure it together.