A/N: Sorry that this update is quite short, I really struggled with knowing what to write. It was mainly written in the early hours of one morning too. I know more or less where I'm going with this now, so hopefully the next update will be a little more exciting. Thanks for the reviews, and I hope you like this. :)

~Mini Peacelet~


Part 9

Christine grumbled in vexation at the entire prospect of having to comply to the regulations of wearing a lifejacket for the day trip on a glass-bottomed catamaran, with the added extra of the option to go snorkelling as well. It was compulsory. Anyone averse to abiding wasn't allowed to board. "It looks horrible," she protested as she tugged the cord without inflating the jacket, "and uncomfortable."

"Relax, you look fine. Absolutely fine." Nikki lulled, her dense Northern accent dominant and some what comforting and soothing to her wife who remained uninspired about the safety garment.

"You're just saying that." The older woman grunted.

"No I'm not." She retorted sincerely. Personally, she wasn't perturbed about the attire; years in the army had educated her that safety was vastly important.

"Yes you are. Because you're my wife, so technically you have to say that to try and make me feel better about myself." Christine stated cleverly before exhaling a sigh, "I don't even see why I need to wear a lifejacket, I can swim perfectly well."

"It's just incase of an accident or emergency. Even the strongest swimmer could drown." The brunette clarified the reason behind the need for the precaution of wearing lifejackets, "Anyway, I don't know why you're worrying, there are plenty of woman on here who look so much worse in these." She murmured after her orbs had briefly scanned round the other females who had mounted the boat before she refocused on adjusting her own lifejacket so it settled correctly.

Christine had followed her gaze momentarily, finally concurring that her wife was right. "I've not worn a lifejacket in...forever." She muttered, "They would be much better if they weren't such an intense shade of ugly yellow though." It was true, the colour contrasted with everyone's complexions.


Everyone gazed in admiration at the infinite display of diverse marine creatures through the transparent base of the catamaran; breeds of fish in assortments of bold and vibrant colours swimming past in dense bundles, octopuses, starfish, jellyfish and seahorses floating by with the placid ripples. The pure, crystal-clear, turquoise waters just added to the moment; everything was so distinctive.

Nikki had elected to be a segment of the fraction of the women alacritous to participate in the snorkelling activity. Even after much persuasion, the English teacher had been unsuccessful at convincing Christine to accompany her in obtaining a closer observation at the rare sea life. Mainly out of curiosity.

Christine was relieved that she had avoided snorkelling subsequently to perceiving the brunette wearing bright orange flippers and the mask with the snorkel. She was unable to contain her mild laughter. She remained on the boat watching her wife in the briny ocean, whilst sipping a piƱa colada.

The brunette reembarked on the catamaran, removing the items she had borrowed before leaping into the calm waves and then ambling over to the headmistress. Dripping with salty seawater, she enveloped her toned arms around her wife, innocent expression exhibited on her facial contours. That was a loving gesture right? Kissing evidently was a signal of affection, but really not a preference if there was an alternative. Engulfing her in her embrace was definitely a more appropriate choice.

"Nikki," Christine grumbled, she had been dry - and content - until Nikki had returned, "You're all wet," she pouted as she wriggled free from the pleasant cuddle. She had briefly inhaled the unique scent of the younger female; a moderate combination of raspberry and Chanel. Elegant. Tasteful. And she had to admit to herself in confidentiality, Nikki presented talented hugs.

A contagious giggle greeted her as a primary response. A girly giggle. "We're a - young - married couple on hour honeymoon, Chrissie. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?" She murmured in the blonde's ear, tainted with seduction. She then just smirked subtly and modified the subject, the cheeky glint in her orbs naive. "Are you sure you don't want a go at snorkelling? It's pretty amazing. And quite refreshing too." She smiled, cooler following a short stint in the ocean since her skin had been sultry before.

Christine had erupted into helpless chuckles at Nikki's original sentences, choking faintly on her breath that gathered at the back of her throat. Merely speechless. "No, I'm fine on here thanks." She declined the offer that wasn't especially appealing to her.

They both enjoyed the remainder of the day trip, ingesting alcoholic beverages during their journey back to shore. They had even captured a glimpse of a couple of silky dolphins surfacing from the sea and then submerging back into their habitats. It reignited a wish of Christine's that she'd had for a memorable amount of her life; to swim with dolphins. And she slipped into an enjoyable hallucination.