Title: "Hawaiian Paradise"
Author: Kat Lee
For: Vexed_Wench, who gave me a few challenges to work with while I was waiting on my new tables
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Feeny and Eric have a rendevous in paradise.
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My glass is empty. I need to back and get another pina colada, but I don't want to move from my chair. George should be here any moment now. I know he got my message. I grin to myself as I hope again that he followed my instructions. He's probably disgusted by the outfit I picked for him, but this is the best idea I've ever had, no matter how much he complains.

I still have trouble believing I'm here. If I'd ever known that creating my own video game could get me this much moolah, I would've done it a long time ago. I run my straw aimlessly around my glass, which is still nice and cool in my palm, as I think, with a smile, how he always told me I could make more of myself. I have now. He was right, even if the method surprised him as much as it did me.

I look up again, my eyes impatiently scanning the crowded beach. Practically everybody's wearing bright colors and flip flops; my George'll fit right in. Nobody here has to know what we are back home. It's nobody's business if the man I love is a hundred, or a thousand, years older than me, and nobody's going to care here. They're all here for their own purposes, and we don't know a soul. My grin grows. It really is perfect.

Then, it's almost like a scene out of a movie when the extras part and the two stars see each other after all they've suffered, run together, and kiss. I spring from my chair. I know I'm grinning like an idiot, but I don't care. My lover's here, and he's done exactly as I asked. He's wearing the bright Bahama shorts and top, which I bet he thinks are - his word, so not mine - atrocious, and dark flip flops. He's carrying a hot dog which might look tasty otherwise with all its toppings, but I can't look pass him.

I'm lost already as I run toward him as they always do in the movies. I've got eyes only for him, and even though he'll burn the clothes later in his fireplace at home, he's never looked hotter than he does right now. "Fuh-eee-eee-neey!" I scream his name over the buzz of the beach crowd and throw myself into his opening arms.

The hot dog hits the sand; neither of us care. I cover him in kisses, and for once, nobody stares. Nobody says anything. His job, his reputation, our love is safe, and we truly are in paradise. "Welcome to Hawaii!"

I don't give him a chance to say anything. There'll be time enough for questions later. I just keep covering him in kisses, my hands trying desperately to caress every inch of his body at once. I try to bring him down right then and there in the hot sand, but he manages to pull away from me enough to chastise me, of all things! "Eric, not here."

I start to pout but can't when he kisses me again, quickly and calmer. "In the hotel room," he promises, and I burst out, again, grinning and laughing. He loves me as much as I love him, and we've never been happier!

The End