A/N: Thank you for your lovely reviews (and early birthday wishes). Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it :)

~Mini Peacelet~

Part 4

Nikki and Christine had arrived at the designated airport in the luminous Bahamas that was already creating cordial moods. Hands entwined together as they continued to obtain their freshly married couple status, the two women ambled into the airport building; it was very much a contrast to the modern construction back in Glasgow, simply a large, shack like structure that was acceptably ventilated for no extra cost. Whether it was actually waterproof or not was a minor detail. But the international airport contained nothing of any great expensive, everything was extremely basic.

Interlaced hands generated an unusual aura between the pair, perhaps faintly awkward. However they concealed the peculiar sensation impeccably. They swayed their hands in a steady, fluctuated motion as they walked to collect their luggage subsequently to passing through security successfully.

The high temperatures striked them instantly when they departed the air conditioned aircraft, smothering them with the soaring humidity levels. Searing and scorching. Yet pleasant as they swiftly adapted. Nikki was settling again now her feet were planted firmly on solid ground after their safe flight; Christine had been correct, everything had been absolutely fine.

After retrieving their suitcases, they joined the cluster of women who congregated around a middle-aged brunette female displaying a board with the name of the resort they would be staying at. It was a relatively short coach ride to the luxury resort, and once they were there, they booked in and were handed the key to their honeymoon suite.

Christine wondered out of the double, sliding glass doors, desiring to inspect the spacious terrace that accompanied the honeymoon chamber whilst the brunette chose to start unpacking. Nikki had examined their capacious, luxury room; crisp, white sheets embroided with a subtle purple pattern, that matched the modern décor and style, adorned the king-size bed. Three out of the four walls were painted a mellow white, the other wall was a feature wall, tessellated with the colour scheme of the suite. Everything was completed to a high standard; sparkling and fresh yet cosy and comforting. A smile graced her features as she perceived the exertion somebody had gone to to craft elephants and palm trees out of their towels and with talent, positioned them on the bed. In the corner of the room, a lavish bottle of champagne chilled in a vessel occupied by ice cubes, with two crystal glasses engraved with 'Mrs & Mrs' adjacent, perched on a silk cloth; definitely an added extra for the newly wed couple.

The blonde treaded back into the air-conditioned room, greeted with her wife tossing clothes out of her suitcase and behind her with little knowledge of where they were actually landing. If the garments weren't creased before, they certainly were now as they embarked in piles. Catching a black, strappy top, Christine spoke to announced her presence since she couldn't see the top half of the brunette who appeared to be being swallowed by the dark material of her luggage, "There's even a jacuzzi outside!"

Nikki instantly stopped cursing and twisted her head to look at Christine, "I can't find my swimming costume, or my bikini for that matter." She grumbled.

Christine frowned a little as she began collecting attires and folding them neatly, placing them on the bed, "Well it must be in there somewhere." She stated optimistically.

The brunette shook her head and huffed, "It's not. My suitcase is empty and I haven't located either item." She muttered frustratedly. How could she have forgotten virtually the most important garments for the Caribbean?

"Uhm, well...you could borrow one of mine, if you want." Christine offered tensely, unsure how her friend would react to that proposal, "They might not be your style though," she added hastily, "Or you can buy some from the shop by reception, or we could go out and buy some."

Nikki sighed, "Can I borrow one of yours for now please?" She requested, "I don't want one from the shop in the resort, I glanced in there when we arrived. Everything's bloody rainbow coloured because it's lesbian season." She grunted.

Christine nodded, "why do you want your bikini or whatever now anyway?" It hadn't even been an hour since they had arrived.

"It's still early in the day and I wanted to go check out the beach and the pool, and it's too warm to go out dressed like this." She gestured to the clothes she had travelled in, speaking sincerely.

"Is that really the first priority for a newly married couple on their honeymoon though?" The blonde questioned innocently in her thick Scottish accent.

Nikki raised her eyebrow and narrowed her gaze that was hinted with confusion, "What are you suggesting? Or should I say implying?" Although the mischievous smirk and cheeky lust in her vivid orbs indicated that she was just wanting a retort, it really was harmless.

Christine pursed her dry lips together, unsure how to respond to something she had instigated. Luckily for her, before she had the chance to begin articulating again, something else engulfed both women's attention.

Out of nowhere, music began playing, resulting in both females simultaneously leaping forward and scanning around the room for the culprit. It was really awful music too, native to the island. They soon concluded it was from the radio system, and upon further inspection, muting the radio simply wasn't an option. A woman - who admittedly sounded as though she was high - began talking; welcoming everyone to the resort and reminding them that there was a welcoming party this evening that they expected everyone to attend. There was certainly no way of denying that they didn't know about the event now.