Marissa awoke with a moan of pleasure as she remembered all that had happened that night. It turned into a groan of pain the instant she moved. She sat up slowly clutching her collar bone; she had a painful crick in her neck.

"Are you okay?" Bianca asked. She sat up and reached to move Marissa's hand aside so she could massage the affected area.

Marissa sighed at the touch of warm familiar fingers.

"I'm just a casualty to the fact we lost the pillows from the bed quite early on, last night."

"I'm sorry." said Bianca, her lips taking over from her fingers to kiss her neck. "Better?"

Marissa moaned happily,

"It's definitely helping."

Marissa closed her eyes and surrendered to Bianca completely as her lover massaged the aches away from her neck and shoulders.

The possibilities of the moment bubbled up in Marissa's head, but she knew she had to dismiss them. Bianca had to stick to her morning routine of exercise and medication; everything else could wait 'til later.

She racked her brains for a subject of conversation which wouldn't draw her back to Bianca's arms and then back into bed.

"It was wonderful wedding yesterday." said Marissa. "I liked all the speeches, especially yours."

She figured the wedding to be a safe subject until she remembered the other event that had happened last night.

"Well not many families had a mom who has been remarried so many times that you develop traditions." said Bianca, not noticing the catch in Marissa's voice.

Maybe Bianca didn't remember the fact that they had sort of proposed to each other last night. Or maybe she didn't want to make a fuss about it. With her back to her it was hard for Marissa to tell. Instead she decided to soldier on with the conversation and pretend that her stomach hadn't done about a million somersaults at the thought of the two of them being almost engaged

"It is a shame Lilly couldn't be here." she said conversationally.

"She's not the best traveller."

"Do you mind that we missed most of the reception?"

"No," said Bianca planting a kiss just behind Marissa's ear, "I didn't mind at all."

"It was a good party. What I saw of it. And I didn't know your mom was going to have fireworks last night? The kids would have enjoyed that!"

"You know my mom; she always likes to go out with a bang."

"We could have gone out and watched." suggested Marissa, leaning back as Bianca rubbed a particularly sensitive spot between her shoulder blades.

Bianca sighed at her shoulder and kissed her neck again in a sensuously slow movement.

"I think we were a little busy with our own celebrations."

Marissa sniggered at the memory and smiled; Bianca did remember about the engagement. She was just playing it coy.

"So we were."

Bianca's kisses were trailing along her shoulder now.

"So what now?"

"I'm starving." admitted Marissa, turning to face Bianca. "And what is the time? You need to have your pills."

Bianca pulled a brief face at the mention of her medication.

"Well, breakfast should be waiting for us on the veranda." said Bianca. "All part of the service."

"Then I shall go and fetch it and bring it back." said Marissa shuffling off the end of the bed and grabbing Bianca's blue robe from the floor. "We can have breakfast in bed!"

"Wonderful." said Bianca, "I guess I'll grab my pills."

Marissa paused at the door,

"And then you can do your exercises…"

"… and then freshen up…" added Bianca, a mischievous grin forming on her lips, "And as it isn't a handy-capable shower, you will need to come in and help me."

Marissa smirked,

"Such a hardship!"

Marissa took a deep breath and her smile turned nervous,

"And then maybe we could talk… about last night."

"My proposal?" asked Bianca.

"My proposal!" corrected Marissa.

Bianca laughed.

"Let's not start this with an argument. And yes I think we should talk about our proposal…"

Marissa nodded and finally slipped away in search of breakfast.

…

Marissa returned only moments later, a wrinkle of confusion on her brow.

"There's no breakfast." she said.

Bianca sat up at that.

"Well, they know we are here." she said. "Maybe something has delayed them?"

Marissa bit her lip as she suddenly had a guilty thought.

"You don't think the fact that I stole one of their boats might have caused..?"

"You stole a boat?" asked Bianca interrupting her.

Marissa nodded,

"I rowed myself over. I had to find you. I didn't know this was all a romantic treasure hunt."

Bianca shook her head in amazement.

"I didn't know." she said. Then she looked down at the pill bag on her lap. "Does that mean there is no food?"

"No, there is still the fruit basket," said Marissa, revealing it from where she had been holding it out of sight behind the doorframe. "There is also still a large jug of slightly warm fruit punch, so we won't go hungry."

Bianca grinned back as Marissa placed the fruit basket on the foot of the bed.

"Well, this castaway experience is getting realer by the second."

"This castaway experience is amazing." said Marissa, kneeling on the bed and leaning across to kiss Bianca's lips. "And I almost forgot to say Good morning."

Bianca cupped Marissa's cheek to keep her close and make their first morning kiss last a little longer.

"Good morning."

Marissa, her smile just beaming, rubbed noses briefly with Bianca before pulling back.

"I had better go and get you the punch to wash your pills down."

"Thank you." said Bianca, plucking a banana from the fruit basket. "You're still taking care of me."

"Always," said Marissa pausing at the doorway, still grinning happily. "Because I love you more!" she added teasingly, before skipping out of the door.

Bianca opened her mouth to protest, but Marissa had gone.

"Nope." Bianca said with a delighted laugh, to no one in particular. "I definitely love you more, Mrs Montgomery-Tasker to be."

"Tasker-Montgomery!" Marissa called back from the next room.

…