Hello and welcome to the fifth installment. in this installment I will have a bit more interference. because One: It is centered in the Caribbean. and I am Caribbean. and Dos: Tori is Caribbean, and I figured Puerto Rico should be a short stop... but what I noticed on our way to our adventures, the original author forgot to add Culture. which tells me that a culture is not important to her (and her environment is pretty flat because of it.) and that's because she's white and privileged. She stuck to only English-speaking islands. and didn't mention the people that were native3 to those islands except to say that they had a slave uprising at some point. But that is the only acknowledgement she had of anyone of color everyone else she talked to was white. irritating... because she would be outnumbered in these places. so that probably means she has never been there. The micro aggressions are starting to irritate me, so where you do see culture... know it was me that added it. where there is structure in geography of the trip... I added it. Because how do you write about an area and claim to be island hopping without mentioning the Very Afro Latino spaces you had to pass through to get to your favorite diving spot. which is googleable. anyway, this is not my favorite book as you can tell... but is swashbuckling and I am using it as a set up to change the rest of the stories. Still not a lose adaptation of the original, but it is adapted and updated. ~S.K.
One
The golf cart snaked its way down the sidewalk, startling several peacocks on it's way to the docks. It pulled to a halt next to the water, alongside a rented 54-foot Bertram bobbing in the light chop of the waves.
It was sunny, but cool, a gorgeous crisp day, and the cart's occupant stopped to admire that fact as she got out and stretched. Appropriate to the weather, she was dressed in sturdy cotton shorts and a one-piece bathing suit, with a light tank top over it. Her medium length brown hair was pulled back in a tail, currently poked through the rear of a bright blue baseball cap with a small, embroidered spongebob on the front.
"Wow." Tori Vega stated, with a grin. "Perfect weather." She turned and hoisted up a crate of supplies, hugging it to her as she made her way up the gangway propped against the side of the Bertram and boarded the boat. It rocked under her as she stepped off onto the deck and she found herself rolling with the motion.
"Yo ho, Yo ho, A pirate's life for me." Tori warbled softly, nudging the door to the cabin open and stepping down inside. She walked over to the small galley and put the supplies down, then busied herself tucking the fresh foods into the little refrigerator.
Milk, of course. Cream for coffee, butter and a nice piece of Swiss cheese along with honey ham for sandwiches. Peach and Tangerine yogurt for snacks, and a dozen eggs for breakfast A loaf of cinnamon raisin bread followed, and a box of frosted strawberry Pop Tarts. Tori regarded the Pop Tarts bemusedly, and then tossed a package of miniature carrots in next to them.
It was the last of the things they had to load before they set off, and she hummed as she worked, hardly believing it was finally the day they were leaving.
She'd meant to take off a few days before they went on this trip, but one thing after another kept happening at work, and finally it'd just been easier for her hunker down and log in to take care of stuff rather than let it sit and fester, or worse.
But starting yesterday, her office had strict orders that any call to her cell phone had to refer to complete catastrophe, and she was expecting her staff to handle everything else without her presence.
It was, after all, the holidays, near the end of the year, and if there was any time she could just disappear for a week, this was it.
Tori straightened and opened the cabinet above the refrigerator, stocking some essential groceries in it. "Can't sail without those." She shook the box of frosted flakes gently. "Or those." Cans of soup followed, for quick snacks after night dives. She tended to come up chilled, and the cold fruit Jade was partial to didn't quite fit the bill for her.
The pop open cans of pineapple and oranges went up next to the soup along with a couple of jars of jam and one large one of peanut butter.
Finished, she rested her elbows on the counter and gazed around the boat in appreciation. To one side there was a small eating area, with sea green and navy fabric seats around it in a semi-circle. On the other side of the cabin was a working/living section with a television, and built in storage for their hobby gear. Her book bag was already nestled in one of the chairs – she'd decided to work on some longhand poetry on the trip, and Jade had stashed a painfully intricate ship model in a drawer to occupy idle moments.
The boat rocked gently, and another set of footsteps sounded on deck, soft and muffled as though the newcomer was barefoot.
Which, of course, they were. Tori glanced up as Jade entered the cabin, ducking her head to clear the low entrance and giving her a rakish grin as she tossed a duffel bag onto the table on the other side of the galley
Her partner was dressed in a pair of denim cutoffs that were just barely legal – there were more threads and rips than fabric – with a ribbed, white tank top tucked into them." Hey there, gorgeous." She greeted Jade. "That the last of it?"
"Lock, stock, barrel and body wash." Jade confirmed. "We're ready to take off on outta here."
"Ooo…" Tori did a little happy dance. "I am so ready for this."
Jade walked around the edge of the couch and encircled Tori in her arms, pulling her into a close hug. "Me too." She agreed. "Mom and Dad called, they're settling in to our place with Chino."
"Cool." Tori was busy sucking in lungfuls of delightfully coco nutty smelling Jade. "I'm glad they're staying with Chino. She loves Dad."
"Mm." Jade murmured. "I think he's trying to sucker my mother into getting them one."
Tori's brow crinkled. "I thought she was allergic to dogs?"
Jade released her, but slid an arm over her shoulders as they walked towards the cabin door. "She claims to have grown out of it." They emerged onto the deck.
"Should I leave the Resort Cart to the valet? then." Tori commented.
"Yeah, they were right behind me." Jade said, walking toward the bridge.
"Ready for me to cast off the lines?" Tori asked, heading toward the lines.
Jade trotted up the stairs to the bridge and perched on the leather-covered seat. "Let me get the engines spooled up, then yeah, let 'er loose."
Tori willingly went to work, drawing up the gangway and lashing it into place, then hopping off onto the dock as the low thrum of the twin diesels rumbled to life. She went to the stern line and released it, then did the same with the bow, tossing the ropes onto the deck before she leaped after them.
They were free. Tori felt like bouncing and letting out a yell, but it was early yet and there were people who slept on board their boats docked in the Island's marina so she regretfully stifled the impulse. Instead, she dutifully walked around the perimeter of the deck, checking over the side for debris or errant lines from other boats. "Clear!" She called up to Jade.
Jade nodded, her pale blue eyes alert as she carefully backed the large boat out of its slip. "Radio the dockmaster, would you?"
"Aye, aye, cap'n." Tori chortled, ducking inside the cabin to grab the radio mic. "Dockmaster, dockmaster."
A soft crackling sound came from the speaker, then – "Island dockmaster, go ahead."
"This is Dixieland Yankee, leaving the dock. We have a float plan filed for the American Virgin Islands." Tori had to grin at the boat name, When they had seen it was available, they snapped it up immediately. It was like their Ship name. Instead of something stupid like Jori DixilandYankee fit them to a tee. The boat back home didn't have a name, they always needed to use their call number when they set plans.
The radio digested this for a moment. "Roger that, Dixieland Yankee, have a good trip."
Tori clipped the mic onto its holder, then she slipped back outside and watched the concrete and wooden dock recede as Jade skillfully handled the big boat. They backed into the relatively narrow throughway, then Jade nudged the throttles from reverse to forward and swung the bow towards the dock entrance, keeping the speed just above idle.
Once they were clear of the pylons, she climbed up the ladder to the flying bridge and joined Jade. The boat was moving slowly, but there already was a nice breeze, and it was mussing Jade's light brown hair and getting it into her eyes. "Want me to braid this?" Tori tugged at a lock.
"Sure." Jade set her bare feet on the console bars and leaned back. She felt Tori's fingers slide across her scalp and that, combined with the gorgeous weather, and the fact that they were headed out for a solid week of vacation together made it just about a perfect moment.
A week. No cell phones, no laptops, no contact unless there was death. Jade flexed her hands on the throttles, feeling the stainless steel smooth under her fingertips.
Just a week of sun, sea, diving, and the two of them.
"What's that grin for?" Tori asked, resting her chin on Jade's shoulder, having finished her task.
Jade wiggled her toes. "I'm trying to figure out what to do first." She admitted. "We could stop on the way down to the cabin for a quick dive, or pull into Largo for lunch or…"
"Both." Tori broke in. "We can stop at Pennekamp and do a little reef, then go to that little dockside crab shack that always looks like it was made for a horror movie."
"Sounds like a plan." Jade agreed, notching the throttles ahead just a bit as they cleared the dock complex. They pulled out into the main channel warily, watching for speedboat traffic. As they turned into the cut, the wind picked up and their speed increased, the sea's soft chopping rustling against the bow of the boat.
Tori seemed content to lean against her, one arm draped over her shoulders and her chin still resting on Jade's shoulder as they passed a couple of small sailing boats. "Jade, is that woman naked?"
Jade's eyes shifted. "Yeah, and boy, is that gonna be a painful sunburn." She shook her head. "Some people just have no sense."
Tori clucked her tongue. "I'm going to put away the last of our stuff, see if we need to pick anything up in Largo."
She gave Jade a kiss on the cheek then climbed down the ladder, disappearing into the loved Florida. It made her feel closer to her culture. As soon as they landed here everytime they came, she kfelt more at home than Connecticut ever felt like. And one of these days she was bound to look up her family in Miami. Maybe… but now she was going out into the Caribbean with the love of her life. Family in Puerto Rico seemed to be the reasonable first family visit to pay.
Jade picked up the water bottle out of its swinging holder and sucked at it, then put it back. Then she opened the small cabinet under the bridge console and selected a song on her phone, then adjusting the volume as the music started.
As the land receded behind them, she felt the tensions and pressures of their life doing the same.
The wind now blew against her skin, feeling cool and wonderful. She cleared the inner buoy and opened up the engines a little, sending the bow up as she hummed along to the music.
Diving. Rustic but romantic dinner. An overnight stay at their new cabin, then the long trip out to the islands. Jade exhaled in utter satisfaction. Life just didn't get any better than this.
Tori walked past the portholes, tucking back the drapes to let the sun into the cabin. She unlocked the catches and propped the small, round windows open, enjoying the nice breeze their motion created.
With a satisfied nod, she then retrieved Jade's duffel and carried it into the cabin's compact bedroom, setting it onto the bed before she unzipped it.
She took a moment to open the hatch down here as well; grinning as a tiny bit of spray hit her. The bedroom had drawers built into the bulkheads and under the bed to save space – every square inch of room was thriftily used for something.
Tori patted the bed. It wasn't as comfortable as the sleep number in their house, but she suspected after a long day of diving, swimming, and other activities, that she'd be able to sleep on the deck itself.
"And, I have." Tori reminded herself. She removed Jade's extra shirts and bathing suits, folding them neatly and putting them in one of the drawers. "Hey... wonder if I can talk Jade into getting a hammock for the deck.. we can sleep out there one night."
Tori gathered their bathroom sundries and carried them into the tiny head, finding spots for the various bottles and jars. They would, she realized, be seriously bumping into each other in here. – both were used to the much larger confines of the house where they each had their own bathroom.
Tori cast an eye at the bitty shower and wondered if they could both fit into it.
An eyebrow quirked. Might be interesting to try.
Past the master suite there had been two more small bedrooms. One they'd left with its double decker bunk, but the third, they had fitted it as a diving rig, which had been a bigger draw to them than the room, up in the very bow of the boat, had been stripped of beds and kitted out for storage for their diving gear, which was all in there with Tori's underwater photography equipment. She stuck her head inside and gave the BC's and regulators a quick once over, then out of habit checked the valves on the strapped down tanks to make sure they were closed tight.
The boat was fitted out with a desalinator, which would take in seawater and produce both potable drinking water and stuff to clean things with.
Tori felt reassured about that – running out of water on the ocean wasn't funny, and it was very easy to become dehydrated out here, since the wind was almost as constant as the sun.
In addition, on the outside deck, the owner had installed a small air fill pressurizer, so they could do their own tank fills while they were out on the water, and a rinse sink to toss their gear into. It made the boat a very comfortable place to be and Tori suspected that even the extended length of time they'd spend on it this trip wouldn't be too much of a hardship. A slightly bigger yacht than the one at home, but definitely a home away from home. Jade had already ordered what she needed to do the same to their boat upon their return.
She took the duffel bag and folded it, then tucked it away in a drawer under the bed. Wandering back up the short flight of steps into the main cabin, she snagged a bottle of water and made her way back out onto the deck. The city was falling away behind them – buildings crisply defined in the clear air. She could see the huge cranes of Port of Miami loading freighters, and in the distance the outline of a moving cruise ship made its way through Government Cut.
It was a pretty view, One that she loved every time they flew into Miami to their cabin in the past few months. But Tori knew where a prettier one was, and she hauled herself back up the ladder and took possession of the second chair in back of the engine console. Now all she could see was sun, water, and Jade. She wriggled into a comfortable position and relaxed, content to let the salt air wash over her as they headed out to sea. Jade had a Jimmy Buffett song playing and she rocked her head back and forth to the upbeat tune. "Hey."
Jade shifted in her seat and looked over. One dark eyebrow lifted in inquiry.
"You ready for a totally rocking week?"
Jade propped a bare foot up against the console and leaned against her leg, surveying the almost endless horizon in front of them. "Oh, yeah." A grin split her face. "I sure am…. Hope the company is."
Tori grunted in acknowledgment. "I'm sure they'll manage to muddle through for a week, Jade. What could happen in seven measly days?"
"Yeah." Jade agreed. "I'm sure they'll be fine."
They both listened to the music for a few moments, contemplating the clear blue sky and the rich, green sea before them. Then two heads turned and they regarded each other.
"Let's not think about it." Tori grinned. "We'll just jinx them."
Jade merely waggled her eyebrows in answer, and gave the engines a little more gas.
It was almost dusk by the time Jade shifted the diesels into reverse and idled them into the much smaller dock outside their cabin. She maneuvered the Bertram carefully, sliding into place and holding until Tori could leap off onto the wood and secure the lines to the cleats onshore.
When she'd first come into Aunt May's estate, she'd been a little wary of driving a large yacht. After all, other than some clandestine ventures on government issue vessels most of her piloting had been done on much smaller boats.
However, she'd been working on the water since she was four, and it hadn't taken her long to master the big boat's powerful engines and imposing size, and she sort of enjoyed taking the vessel out after that. Pulling up to some out of the way shrimp shack in the thing and sauntering off to get a coke in front of a legion of goggling guys tickled her sometimes dark sense of humor. Now, she handled the throttles with a master's touch as she held her ground while they were tied.
The boat bumped gently against the pylons, buffered by the large rubber bumpers Tori had tossed over the edge of the dock and she shut the engines down, flexing her hands as she removed them from the throttles.
As the sound died, the peacefulness of the place surrounded her, and Jade spent a moment just gazing at their little piece of paradise before she took her sunburned self down the stairs. It wasn't a big lot, just large enough for the cabin, the sandy ground that led down to the dock on one side and to a small beach on the other, and on the far side of the cabin a winding driveway up to the road.
It was shaded though, with a thick stand of trees and surrounded by patches of foliage on either side so the effect was of snug isolation on this little point of the key. It was calm, almost sleepy, and Jade liked it. Equally as important, she thought Tori really liked it too.
And so far, it had been a great day. The quick dive stop had turned into a deep wreck excursion, followed by lunch under a tiki hut, followed by a very nice reef dive in the late afternoon. They hadn't been doing that much diving lately, and Jade felt pleasantly tired and a little embarrassed that she'd forgotten to put on enough sunscreen and mildly toasted herself.
Ah well. She stretched, hopping up onto the edge of the boat and stepping off onto the dock. Tori was coming back from opening up the cabin, a splash of pink making her dark lashes stand out vividly. "Everything okay?"
"Looks like it." Tori waited for her on the end of the dock, then fell into step beside her as they walked up the short path. The cabin had evolved greatly since they'd first purchased it during that first floridian vacation they had taken last summer – starting out as a ramshackle old barn from a larger house that had once stood nearby. They'd ripped most of it down and rebuilt using native stone for its foundation.
In the front, facing the water, was a small porch. They walked up the two broad steps up to it and crossed to the door, the new planks squeaking a tiny bit under their weight. Someday, Jade wanted maybe a padded bench, maybe one of the swing chairs like they had at the House back in California, but right now it was just an empty space.
Tori pushed the door open and the entered, the strong scent of fresh wood and varnish washing against them. Inside, they'd chosen to keep the wooden walls and stone floors natural, and the large room in front would have comfortable chairs to sit in and look out the big picture windows at the great view.
Behind that, a small kitchen was tucked into one corner, and a hallway lead back to the master bedroom in the other. Two more doors extended past that, an office complete with high speed network access, printers, and everything else they'd ever need to run things from here if they wanted to. Jade was particularly proud of the gigabit Ethernet hub and cabling she'd spent one weekend installing. Weren't too many rustic cabins, Tori acknowledged, that could claim their own Fractional T1 and Cisco router.
The other room… after the conversation with Beck as He passed through just before Christmas when General Oliver was visiting with them for dinner, would both double as a guest room and a nursery.
The warm glow of the sunset bathed Jade and Tori's house house on Belvedere, casting a golden light over the dinner table. The scent of Tori's carefully prepared meal filled the air as she moved around the kitchen, serving dishes while James and Cecillia, chatted easily with Gerry Oliver. The two men, both hardened by years of military service, shared stories from the old days, their deep, rumbling laughter filling the space. The two Olivers had come to a Christmas Eve Dinner, as she and Tori were headed to Miami the next day.
Jade sat at the head of the table, her eyes occasionally flicking to Beck, who had been unusually quiet. She could tell he was holding something in. Maybe it was the presence of his father, the stern but loving Gerry, whose opinion clearly meant the world to him, or maybe it was something else. But tonight wasn't just about the casual drop-in for dinner. It was about something bigger—something Jade and Tori had been considering for a while now. They'd promised themselves they'd bring it up tonight, especially with Beck and his father here.
Tori placed the final dish down on the table and took a seat beside Jade, offering her a reassuring smile. It was now or never.
"Beck," Jade began softly, her voice cutting through the lighthearted conversation. "Could we talk to you for a second? Just… in private?"
Beck glanced up, his brow furrowed slightly as he nodded. He glanced at his father, who was deep in conversation with James and Cecillia, and excused himself. Jade stood, motioning for Tori to follow, and the three of them stepped onto the back patio, the ocean breeze cool against their skin.
Once they were outside, Beck folded his arms, looking between the two women with mild curiosity. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"
Jade took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what they were about to ask. "Beck, you remember the promise I made to you last year when you were… figuring things out, right? About your dad, and your relationship, and… everything?"
Beck's face softened as he remembered. It had been a tough time for him—coming out to his father, a military man through and through, hadn't been easy. In fact, it hadn't happened at all. Jade had been there for him through it all, and in a moment of vulnerability, she had promised him something: that if his father ever wanted grandchildren, she'd help him make that happen. She hadn't expected him to take her up on it back then—it had been more of a gesture of support—but now, things were different.
"I remember," Beck said, his voice low. "You said if my dad ever wanted grandkids, you'd help me… and that I should live my life and be happy first."
Jade nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Well, Tori and I have been talking. We're ready to start a family. And we'd like you to be our sperm donor."
Beck blinked, the weight of her words hitting him all at once. "Wait, what? You… you want me to be the father of your kid?"
Tori stepped in, her voice calm and steady. "We've thought a lot about this, Beck. And we trust you. We know this is a lot to ask, but we wanted to ask you before we made any other decisions. You mean a lot to both of us, and we'd love for you to be part of this."
Beck was quiet for a long moment, staring out at the ocean as he processed what they were asking. "I don't know if I can just… father a child and not be part of their life, you know? That's a huge responsibility. And I'm not even sure if I'm ready to be a dad."
Jade nodded, already anticipating his hesitation. "We get that. We're not asking you to walk away. We'd want you to be as involved as you want to be. If you wanted to co-parent, we'd figure out how that would work."
Tori added, her voice soft but firm, "We're not looking for someone to just disappear after this. We'd want you to have a real role in the child's life. But we'd also respect whatever boundaries you set. You're our friend, and we want this to be right for you, too."
Beck sighed, running a hand through his hair as he considered their words. "I… I need to think about it. I don't want to say yes and then realize later that I'm not ready for something like this. But… I do appreciate that you thought of me. I really do."
Jade smiled softly. "Take all the time you need. We don't want to rush you into anything. Just know that we're serious about this."
Beck nodded, still processing, but there was a warmth in his expression, a sense that he wasn't completely closed off to the idea. "Thanks, guys. I'll think about it."
With that, the three of them headed back inside to rejoin the dinner party. The atmosphere had shifted slightly, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air, but the laughter and stories continued. It wasn't long before Gerry, with his military edge but a surprisingly playful tone, brought up the topic of grandchildren.
"You know, Jim, it's a damn shame you and Cecillia won't have grandkids to carry on those good genes of yours. You've got a strong family line there."
James, who had always been fiercely protective of his daughter's choices, smiled and shrugged. "As long as my kid's happy, that's all I care about."
Gerry nodded, his face softening as he looked over at Beck. "Yeah, you're right about that. Happiness is what matters."
It was then that Beck, still clearly thinking about his conversation with Jade and Tori, surprised everyone by speaking up.
"Actually," Beck said, his voice calm but firm, "Jade's going to have a kid. And… I'm going to be its father."
The table fell silent, all eyes turning to Beck in shock. Gerry looked like he had been hit with a ton of bricks, his eyes widening as he processed what his son had just said.
"What?" Gerry asked, his voice a mix of confusion and surprise.
Beck took a deep breath, clearly steeling himself for what was coming next. "And there's something else I need to tell you, Dad. I've been seeing someone… a guy. We've been together for a while now, and things are going really well."
Gerry stared at his son, the shock still evident on his face. He looked between Beck and Jade, trying to make sense of it all. Jade, sensing his confusion, leaned forward, her voice soft but confident.
"I promised Beck that if he lived his life and found happiness, I'd help him give you grandchildren. And I keep my promises."
The silence around the table was palpable. Tori, her heart pounding, reached for Jade's hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Jade, for her part, looked both terrified and resolute, her face carefully composed but her eyes betraying her nerves.
Gerry was stunned, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. But instead of anger, his expression was one of shock and confusion. "I… I don't even know what to say," he finally managed.
Beck, sensing the tension, spoke up again, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Dad, I'm happy. I've been happy. And I want you to know that. I know this is a lot, but I need you to be okay with it. With all of it."
Gerry let out a slow breath, still processing everything, but eventually he nodded, albeit a little stiffly. "I… I'm not sure I completely understand, but if you're happy, Beck… that's what matters."
The tension slowly began to ease, and though the dinner party atmosphere was far from what it had been, there was a sense that something important had just happened—something that couldn't be undone but could, in time, be understood.
Tori smiled softly at Jade, who looked like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, even as she still held onto her nerves. It wasn't perfect, but it was progress. And now, with Beck's unexpected announcement, the future—whatever it would look like—had just begun to take shape.
Jade just had to say when.
She was 29 and had a finite amount of time before this pregnancy deal would become a geriatric affair… and much harder than necessary.
They were still missing the living area furniture, some of the kitchen appliances, and a lot of other trimmings like rugs and stuff for the walls, but already the place was taking on a certain personality of it's own, a reflection of both of theirs. "Looking good in here." Tori remarked, as she closed the door behind them. The air was cool and dry, evidence of the newly installed air conditioning unit.
"Definitely." Jade grinned. The ceiling arced up to a skylight that let even more sun into the living room and leant a sense of lightness to the rich wood interior. "I really like it."
Tori glanced up at her. "Me too." She admitted. "Its…" She turned around and surveyed their little castle. "Don't get me wrong, Jade. An idiot would have to complain about where we live, but this place is kinda special."
Jade nodded. "It's ours." She replied simply. "We designed it. We made it. Hell, we helped build it." A not quite stifled yawn interrupted her speech. "Whoa."
"Teach you to chase flounder." Tori chuckled, slipping an arm around Jade's waist. "I got some great pictures of you doing that, you know."
"Oh great, more bathroom wall fodder." Jade replied drolly.
"Hmm…" Tori mused in mock speculation. "Yeah, that would work with the silver and blue fixtures in there." She glanced into their bedroom, starkly empty save a neatly folded inflatable bed in the center. It was a large room, with two polarized floor to ceiling dormer windows on either side of where the bed was. A door in the rear led to a bathroom that had a stall shower and a large, completely decadent spa tub. Around the top of the room ran a wooden ledge, common throughout the cabin, and Jade had already threatened to install a train set that made it's way around the place on top of it.
They were like a couple of kids, Tori had to admit privately, furnishing their first tree house. She half expected to come out and find a tire hanging from one of the banyans outside one day.
Of course it would be a high technological tire, with three hanging points and a custom molded interior ring. What was it that Jade had referred to their place as once? Microsoft Rustic?
True. Tori smiled. But they both liked their comforts, were used to the gadgets, and they could afford it. So why not? "How about something cold for dinner, and a pot of coffee?" She suggested.
Jade considered. "Tell you what – you start the coffee, and I'll walk down to the corner and get the something cold." She nibbled Tori's nose. "We need cream anyway."
"Mm." Tori leaned into the kiss, her fingers trailing over Jade's bare arm. "Boy, you're warm."
Jade chuckled softly under her breath. "Gimme a minute and I'll be even warmer." She cupped Tori's chin and kissed her again, catching lingering traces of the tangerine yogurt they'd shared not long before. "You got a little burned, too."
"Oh." Tori murmured. "Is that why I have chills?" She felt Jade's arms fold around her. "Funny, they're getting worse… maybe you should hold me tighter."
Jade chuckled. "Hedonist."
"Mmhm." Tori let her hands slide over Jade's back as she continued exploring with her lips. Then she exhaled, and nuzzled Jade's neck, reveling in the peace, the quiet, and the fact that it was just the two of them.
"Think you'd better blow the bed up." Jade whispered in her ear.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Jade replied. "Cause I need to take care of those chills. Don't want you catching a cold."
Tori rested a hand on Jade's hip. "Sweetie, you're the one causing the chills." She ducked her head and nipped at Jade's breast.
"And because it's the only furniture in the place." Jade teased. "I figure we can inaugurate that spa tub, then have dinner in bed."
"Or dinner, and bed." Tori replied, her eyes twinkling. "Sounds great to me either way." She kissed Jade again, then nudged her belly. "You go, I'll blow."
Both of Jade's eyebrows hiked up.
"Careful, they'll stick like that." Tori reached up and yanked an eyebrow down. "Won't you look silly?"
Jade stuck her tongue out. "You're in a mood." She remarked. "I like it." She gave Tori a tickle across her ribs, then headed down the hallway to what they thought of as the back door to the cabin.
It was, of course, the front door, but since they tended to arrive by boat, they didn't often enter that way. Jade passed the small utility room with bare connections for the washer and dryer that hadn't been delivered yet and entered the plain open space near the outer door to the cabin. She turned the lock and let herself out, then closed the door behind her.
They had put a porch in front too, but smaller – a sturdy wooden flower box that was hip high on Jade surrounded it, with a gate flanked by two wrought iron coach type lights. Jade opened the gate and walked through, heading down the neat, rock defined path up to the road.
The yard was more sand and scrub than grass, typical of the keys, and was bordered by a Chinese cherry hedge. Jade broke into a jog as she cleared it, and ran lightly down the road towards the small, what Tori called charmingly rustic market just on the next crossroads.
She made the trip without bumping into another soul until she pushed the door to the market open and walked inside. The shop had well stocked shelves, a respectable collection of fresh fruits and vegetables, and best of all, a very fresh seafood counter in the back. Jade headed for it, examining the choices laid out on ice in the cold case.
"Well, hello there, young lady."
The cheerful voice almost made her jump. Jade looked up to see the grocery owner standing behind the fish case, wiping his hands on a towel. "Evening."
"Got some great looking crabs today."
Jade's eyes twinkled. "Not today, thanks. Gimme a pound of the shrimp and two of the tails." She watched contentedly as the man wrapped up the chilled, already cooked seafood. "Thanks." She accepted the package and went towards the dairy case, not really paying attention when the market door opened.
"Hey, mister."
Assuming the salutation didn't include her, Jade studied her choices in milk, cocking half an ear behind her mostly because the rough voice that had spoken had set off her trouble instincts.
"What can I do for you?" The market owner replied.
"Got any shotgun shells?"
After a moment's pause, the owner answered, chuckling. "Son, this is a grocery, not a Wal-Mart." He said. "We don't sell no guns here."
"Aw, man, you mean I gotta go up to the city? That sucks! Why don't you get them stuff here? You got all kinds of other crap!"
"Well, you gotta get a license, for one thing…"
"So? Go get one!" The voice was getting belligerent. "You're supposed to get what people need, right?"
Jade set her package down, and replaced the milk she'd been contemplating. Then she circled the row of canned goods and examined the noisy newcomer. It was, as she'd suspected, a boy in his late teens, dressed in jeans with patches consisting of Confederate flags and an NRA T-Shirt. "Oh, look." Jade muttered under her breath. "Walking stereotype. Wonder where his pickup's parked."
"So get off yer ass and get us some service here!" The boy demanded.
"Now, look, son…"
"Don't you call me that, you old jackass!"
Jade walked over. "Excuse me."
The boy turned, irritation switching to lechery in the blink of a hormone as his eyes took in Jade's suntanned, mostly exposed body. "Hey, baby! What can I do for ya?"
Jade's nose twitched, detecting fermented malt. "Stop breathing."
He blinked. "Huh?"
"You go to the hardware store for bread?" Jade abandoned that tack.
"Naw."
"So why come here for gun supplies?"
The boy didn't seem to mind the questions, his eyes busy taking in Jade's athletic form. "Cause it's closer'n hauling my ass up to Florida City." He grinned suddenly. "You wanna ride in my truck?"
"No." Jade replied. "What are you shooting?"
"Huh?"
"You're buying shotgun shells."
"Yeah?"
"What are you going to shoot them at?"
"Signs." The boy replied amiably. "Or them little deers, or whatever."
"For what?" Jade frowned.
"Fer fun." The boy said. "You wanna come? I got myself a box of shells, just wanted some more in case I find me some gators or something. You up for some fun, baby?"
Jade stared at him for a moment, then felt the wash of adrenaline and anger sweep through her. "Sure." She grinned. "I love fun." She moved in a blur, drawing her right hand back and cocking it, then letting loose and cracking the now really smirking boy across the chops. He spun away from her and fell over a stack of beer cases, slamming his head against the door post.
"That was fun." Jade stalked after him intently. "C'mere, you little brainless punk." She grabbed him and yanked him to his feet, shoving him against the wall. "You think hurting animals is funny? I think this is funny." She nailed him in the groin with her knee, then tossed him against the door.
"Hey! Hey!" The boy scrambled to his feet. "Ow! Son of a bitch! Ow!" He bolted for the door, his nose dripping blood behind him and got through it a moment before Jade latched onto him. He raced for the pickup parked outside and jumped in, starting the engine and roaring off while Jade glared at him from the doorway.
She waited for the taillights to disappear around the first bend, then she stepped back inside the store and dusted her hands off, shaking her head in disgust. "Another example why stupid humans shouldn't breed."
The grocer was laughing as Jade walked back over. "Ma'am, I think you made an impression on that kid."
Jade retrieved her package, and her milk, then added a few other things before she plunked it all down on the counter and dug out her wallet. "You get much of that here?"
"Not a lot." The owner rang up her purchases. "You new in the area… " He glanced at the credit card Jade handed him. "Ms West? Thought I'd seen you around once or twice."
Jade leaned against the counter. "Not exactly." She allowed. "I used to live at the Navy base for a bit when I was a kid. But I've done business up in Miami sometimes. Bought the old Potter place last year after visiting Key west."
He looked up at her, honestly surprised. "You did?" Interest kindled. "Now, I was hearing some big shot computer executive bought that place."
Jade tipped her sunglasses down and regarded him with some amusement. "That would be me."
The man gaped for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Well, kick mah ass." He managed to get out. "You sure don't look like a Bill Gates, now do you?"
Lucky me. Jade grinned in wry acknowledgment.
"Been talking about all the work going on up there, you pretty much just built the whole thing all over again, didn't cha?"
"Pretty much." Jade agreed, signing the slip for her groceries. "Just getting the last stuff done."
"Well, then." The man took the slip and tucked it into the drawer, then held a hand out. "Welcome to the neighborhood, Ms. West. Hope to see more of ya."
Jade returned the clasp. "Careful what you ask for." She drawled, giving him a wry wink before she picked up her bag and sauntered out, content with her brief entrance on the sleepy town's unsuspecting stage.
Tori spent a moment wandering around the cabin after Jade left. She walked over to the wall and laid her hands flat on its surface, basking in a sense of ownership she found almost intoxicating.
Ours.
Tori turned and leaned against the wall, letting her eyes roam around the room. When she had put her name on the title next to Jade's, this cabin had become the very first real thing she could call her own, and she felt very differently about it than she did about the House.
She turned and peeked into the kitchen, at the sleek, well fitted appliances she'd picked herself, and the pretty marble countertop that provided a place to sit and have breakfast.
It was cute, and cozy. Tori smiled, and walked over to the bedroom, rubbing her fingers against the wooden doorjamb as she entered. It was her favorite room in the cabin, and not just because of the obvious. She knelt and started the small motor that would inflate the Aerobed, then walked over and inspected the bathroom, approving the neat work around the sunken spa tub. One corner of the space was a glassed in shower, the other was the tub, and between lay a large vanity flanked by not one, but two toilets.
Tori liked that. She and Jade had pondered over the notion for quite a while before they'd decided to have it done. She opened the cabinet, idly looking at the bare bones supplies they'd kept here. This would only be the third night they'd spent at the cabin, and she found herself looking forward to the time when all the furniture would be there, and the place gained a sense of… home.
She left the bed to inflate and walked back to their office, and spare bedroom. now just empty spaces waiting for the custom made desks they'd ordered to be delivered. And Nursery items… Their nursery. Jade had agreed, and Tori couldn't be more thrilled. To have a little version of her love was all she could ever want. Plus Beck's features, so much like her own, would make her feel like part of the process. Both rooms had nice, big windows and skylights. Once the furniture was in, they could easily plug into the company network as if they were at the California house. Or at the office.
She was looking forward to spending time here.
The pump cut off, and she returned to the bedroom, picking up the sheet set and shaking it out over the queen size, double height air mattress. She tucked the fabric in, then unfolded the comforter she'd brought with her from Connecticut and settled it over the bed, tossing their pillows up to the head of it when she finished.
Then she walked back into the living room and retrieved the overnight bag they'd brought in from the boat. She zipped it open, smiling as familiar scents were released from the clothing and other sundries inside. Two towels were on top; she removed them and put them in the bathroom, then took out the shirts they both liked to wear before bed.
It had taken her a little while to get used to sleeping in the nude, but once she had, she'd become almost addicted to the primal comfort of snuggling under the covers with Jade, and she found she slept like an absolute rock once she'd tucked herself around her partner's body.
Her ears perked up as she heard the back door to the cabin open, and Jade's rhythmic footsteps approached.
"Tor?"
"In here." Tori replied, turning as a sandy head poked itself into the bedroom. "Just getting stuff out."
Jade held up a brown paper wrapped package invitingly. "Dinner?"
Tori held up her shirt. "Shower first?"
One of Jade's eyebrows quirked. "I'll stick this in the fridge." She remarked, with a knowing smirk, disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
Tori chuckled softly to herself. "Heh." She dropped the shirts onto the bed and eased the light cotton blouse she had on off her shoulders, wincing slightly at the sting of a mild sunburn. "Ouch."
"Uh huh." Jade had returned, bearing a small blue jar. "Figured we both could use this." She held up the cold cream. "With aloe."
"You rock." Tori held a hand out and led her to the bathroom, opening the shower door and reaching in to start the water running. The first time they'd stayed in the cabin, the electricity hadn't even been on yet, and after bravely bearing the oppressive heat inside the half finished building, they finally admitted defeat and curled up together out on the beach, hoping against hope they'd escape both crabs and foul weather.
They had, but Tori had found tiny, suspicious red marks on her neck that had worried her a lot until Jade rather sheepishly admitted to having made them with some overenthusiastic nibbling.
Ah, love. Tori turned to see Jade with her disintegrating shorts unbuttoned and her tank top half over her head. She reached over and tickled her belly button, watching Jade's abdominals contract as she chuckled in reaction. Blue eyes emerged a moment later as Jade got her shirt off, and shook a finger at her in mock remonstrance.
Tori relented as she pulled off her own shirt, feeling a light tickle as Jade unhooked her bra. They finished getting undressed and tumbled into the shower together. "Ooo." Tori hissed slightly, as her sunburned skin protested the pressure of the hot water. A moment later, the pressure ceased as Jade stepped between her and the spray.
"Hang on." Jade adjusted the water a little cooler and lessened the force. "There." She dropped her arms around Tori and pulled her closer, rubbing her back gently. "Better?"
"Much." Tori nuzzled Jade between her breasts. "That wreck today was awesome. The visibility was incredible."
"Yeah." Jade squeezed out some coconut body wash and started rubbing it over Tori's skin. "Did you get a shot of that sand shark?"
"The one that was fascinated by your flippers? You bet." Tori lathered up a handful of soap and started washing Jade. "I thought it was going to start munching on you for a minute there."
Jade squirted some shampoo on her partner's damp head and worked it in with her fingers, massaging Tori's scalp as she got the salt water and sand out of it. "I did too." She confessed. "Did you see me grab my knife?"
Tori was busy scrubbing Jade's thigh. "Yep. That was the best picture. That wreck in the background, all that white sand in front of it, and you and the shark facing off. Perfect."
"Uh oh. I sense more bathroom art." Jade mock sighed. "If you put it up in the office, you'll have to answer 'which one's the shark?' every ten minutes."
Tori snickered , her shoulders shaking as she patted Jade's side. She caught Jade's right hand and rubbed her thumb over the top of it affectionately, then stopped and examined the skin more closely. The knuckles were slightly swollen, and a scrape marred the second one. Her eyes lifted to meet Jade's in question.
Jade continued rinsing Tori's hair with her free hand. "I ran into a brain cell deficient organism at the market." She grinned rakishly. "Some punk who thought bullying old men and shooting animals was a good time."
"Ah." Tori brought the knuckle up and kissed it. "I love when your Robin Hood streak comes out. Did you really hurt him?"
"Nah. I hit him in the head and the nuts." Jade turned and got them both under the spray, rinsing off the coconut body wash. She started to lather shampoo in her hair, but found Tori tugging her down, and gracefully lowered herself to her knees, giving her shorter partner access to her head.
She slid her hands up Tori's strong thighs and playfully nibbled her navel as Tori washed her hair. She felt the surface under her lips move a little more strongly as Tori took a deeper breath. Slowly, she worked her way up, past the curving arch of Tori's ribs to her breasts, feeling the fingers tangled in her hair move with a suddenly insistent rhythm.
Teasingly, she nipped at the underside of one breast, then heard Tori's ragged intake even over the water as she went a little higher. With a smile, she released Tori's nipple and eased to her feet, planting kisses up the center of her partner's breastbone until she reached the lips waiting for her.
Tori's body slid against hers and she felt her hand slide up the inside of her thigh. The water washed the shampoo from her hair down both of them as they kissed and exchanged more intimate touches. Jade fumbled behind her and shut the faucet off, then booted the door open as they eased out of the shower and reached for towels.
The slightly rough surface of the terrycloth was like an explosion of sensation against her already tingling skin, and Jade found her own breathing growing short as Tori dried her off and she did the same to her. They managed to find their way through the still unfamiliar confines of the cabin's bath and the short distance to the bed, falling into it and rolling as the air mattress bucked with unexpected motion.
"Used to the bed." Tori chuckled softly, as she recaptured Jade's lower lip in her teeth.
"Ungh." Jade stretched out, then wrapped her body around Tori's, claiming possession of every inch of her. She slid a leg between Tori's and felt her partner's body lean against hers, a rush of warmth after the cool air of the room. Tori's hand cupped her breast and an almost primal growl emerged from her.
Before thought wasn't credible, she did briefly hope they wouldn't forget this bed had no retaining bumpers. Damn floor didn't have any padding and neither of them really bounced well.
"Rrr..." Tori burred, as their lips once again tasted each other. Jade stroked her delicately and the sound deepened to a groan.
She stopped worrying about the floor.