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glacial_queenKarla wasn't sure why she'd been surprised to discover that, in addition to renting the wonderful Captain Chiba and his yacht, Serenity, Warren had also rented them an island. Okay, so, he hadn't exactly rented the island, he'd rented the villa they were staying in which just happened to be situated on an island, and their exclusive use thereof had been included in the rent.
She had tried to laughingly explain to him that normal people didn't do that, that she was a Queen and daughter of a Queen and even she thought renting an island was extravagant, which was when he pointed out that a) they weren't normal by any means, b) this was their last vacation together for awhile, which meant he had every right to be as extravagant as he'd like, c) that neither of them would be comfortable staying at a resort where they'd have to hide who and what they were, and, d) the nonsense about renting the villa, which came with the island, as opposed to deliberately just renting an island which would be ridiculous.
Karla splashed him for the pure, patent nonsense which was the last argument, though she was willing to go along with him with the other three.
That, and, well, who would be that much of an idiot to turn this place down?
The villa was huge, especially for just the two of them, with a master bedroom and bathroom that took up the entirety of the second floor, as well as multiple guestrooms on the first. There was a pool, in case they wanted to go swimming in cool freshwater, a bridge that they could cross to get to a hot tub, and an extra-large bath easily capable of seating four or five in their personal bathroom--and a separate shower that seemed to have been built on a similar scale.
All this, and the ocean not more than a few hundred yards of well-tended grass and smooth white sand away.
There was a full bar, of course, and a well-stocked kitchen--specifically a well-stocked freezer that almost groaned under the sheer weight of ice cream in exciting Hawaiian flavors, as well as the more traditional ones. Karla wasn't even entirely certain why they had a kitchen full of food. Warren had made her promise not to cook, as that would invalidate the lease, but it wasn't like they ever went hungry. Multiple fruit trees dotted the island (including pineapple bushes which were cute but rather disappointing compared to the soaring trees Karla had assumed they'd come from for the past four years), with at least one planted next to every hammock and Karla had found no fewer than six hammocks spread out the place. More important than the trees to keeping them fed, however, was Captain Chiba and the crew of the Serenity.
Their tiny, personal island was about twenty minutes from Maui, not far from Lanai where they'd first gotten to cruise with Captain Chiba and his crew. The Serenity sailed out of Maui in the late morning, arriving just in time for Karla and Warren to be up and caffeinated and ready for breakfast, which was served piping hot on the deck. The rest of the morning and early afternoon, Karla and Warren would be left to their own devices: swimming and attempting to tan by Karla, flying and more flying by Warren. He, of course, turned almost golden in the sun. Karla's own skin remained stubbornly pale, save for where it reddened. The crew also had that time to relax and enjoy themselves, at least until it was time for lunch, again served on deck, and then they'd spirit the two passengers off to sightsee: new beaches, romantic grottos, exciting rivers that they would race the lifeboats down and show off Hawaii's flora and fauna that could only be found away from the touristy areas.
They were treated to one last lavish meal before they were returned to their villa. By this time, Karla and Warren had assured Captain Chiba that they'd rather eat dinner with the crew than by themselves, and so dinner was usually a lively meal, with songs and stories and delicious food. Once dinner was complete, the Serenity would turn back towards Maui, leaving Warren and Karla to enjoy the romantic idyll that was their vacation.
They tended to sit on the western beach, watching the sun go down, talking and laughing. Karla would tease Warren about getting impatient for his nightly check on his stocks; he would make fun of the number of pictures she'd taken that day and the scrapbook she'd bought right before leaving Fandom. It was cozy and intimate and they usually walked back to the house with her head on his shoulder and their arms slung round one another. After his stocks, it was ice cream o'clock, usually enjoyed in the hot tub, or up in their bathroom if they were feeling truly decadent. And then it was to bed and (eventually) to sleep, all in time to wake up again the next morning.
It had only been three days, but how were they ever supposed to leave?
[Mostly establishy. Post co-written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
not_a_parakeet. NFB.]
She had tried to laughingly explain to him that normal people didn't do that, that she was a Queen and daughter of a Queen and even she thought renting an island was extravagant, which was when he pointed out that a) they weren't normal by any means, b) this was their last vacation together for awhile, which meant he had every right to be as extravagant as he'd like, c) that neither of them would be comfortable staying at a resort where they'd have to hide who and what they were, and, d) the nonsense about renting the villa, which came with the island, as opposed to deliberately just renting an island which would be ridiculous.
Karla splashed him for the pure, patent nonsense which was the last argument, though she was willing to go along with him with the other three.
That, and, well, who would be that much of an idiot to turn this place down?
The villa was huge, especially for just the two of them, with a master bedroom and bathroom that took up the entirety of the second floor, as well as multiple guestrooms on the first. There was a pool, in case they wanted to go swimming in cool freshwater, a bridge that they could cross to get to a hot tub, and an extra-large bath easily capable of seating four or five in their personal bathroom--and a separate shower that seemed to have been built on a similar scale.All this, and the ocean not more than a few hundred yards of well-tended grass and smooth white sand away.
There was a full bar, of course, and a well-stocked kitchen--specifically a well-stocked freezer that almost groaned under the sheer weight of ice cream in exciting Hawaiian flavors, as well as the more traditional ones. Karla wasn't even entirely certain why they had a kitchen full of food. Warren had made her promise not to cook, as that would invalidate the lease, but it wasn't like they ever went hungry. Multiple fruit trees dotted the island (including pineapple bushes which were cute but rather disappointing compared to the soaring trees Karla had assumed they'd come from for the past four years), with at least one planted next to every hammock and Karla had found no fewer than six hammocks spread out the place. More important than the trees to keeping them fed, however, was Captain Chiba and the crew of the Serenity.
Their tiny, personal island was about twenty minutes from Maui, not far from Lanai where they'd first gotten to cruise with Captain Chiba and his crew. The Serenity sailed out of Maui in the late morning, arriving just in time for Karla and Warren to be up and caffeinated and ready for breakfast, which was served piping hot on the deck. The rest of the morning and early afternoon, Karla and Warren would be left to their own devices: swimming and attempting to tan by Karla, flying and more flying by Warren. He, of course, turned almost golden in the sun. Karla's own skin remained stubbornly pale, save for where it reddened. The crew also had that time to relax and enjoy themselves, at least until it was time for lunch, again served on deck, and then they'd spirit the two passengers off to sightsee: new beaches, romantic grottos, exciting rivers that they would race the lifeboats down and show off Hawaii's flora and fauna that could only be found away from the touristy areas.
They were treated to one last lavish meal before they were returned to their villa. By this time, Karla and Warren had assured Captain Chiba that they'd rather eat dinner with the crew than by themselves, and so dinner was usually a lively meal, with songs and stories and delicious food. Once dinner was complete, the Serenity would turn back towards Maui, leaving Warren and Karla to enjoy the romantic idyll that was their vacation.They tended to sit on the western beach, watching the sun go down, talking and laughing. Karla would tease Warren about getting impatient for his nightly check on his stocks; he would make fun of the number of pictures she'd taken that day and the scrapbook she'd bought right before leaving Fandom. It was cozy and intimate and they usually walked back to the house with her head on his shoulder and their arms slung round one another. After his stocks, it was ice cream o'clock, usually enjoyed in the hot tub, or up in their bathroom if they were feeling truly decadent. And then it was to bed and (eventually) to sleep, all in time to wake up again the next morning.
It had only been three days, but how were they ever supposed to leave?
[Mostly establishy. Post co-written by
not_a_parakeet. NFB.]
