Terrors of the High Seas by Melissa Good

Author:Melissa Good [Good, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Gay, Fiction, Lesbian, Romance, Lesbians
ISBN: 9781932300451
Google: _qAfAQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1932300457
Publisher: Yellow Rose by RCE
Published: 2005-07-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Sixteen

DAR WOKE TO the soft clang of the buoy sea bell at the edge of the harbor. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and looked around in slight confusion, taking a moment to recognize the dim interior of the boat around her. She and Kerry were lying together on the small couch, limbs entangled. Dar had no idea what time it was or how long they’d been sleeping, and she found herself quite willing to let her eyes close and drift back into peaceful oblivion.

Not that she could have gotten up even if she’d wanted to. Dar observed the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Kerry’s chest up close and personal, since she was pinned under her lover’s sturdy form.

Luckily for her, it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as one might expect, and after she stretched her body out a little, she settled back down and amiably resigned herself to pillow duty. However, after a few quiet minutes, Kerry stirred and made a tiny grumbling sound.

Dar scratched the back of her neck gently. “Shh…go back to sleep.”

Kerry opened one eye and peeked at her. “Thirsty,” she muttered with a hoarse edge to her voice. “Damn pills.”

“I’d get up and get you some water, but, um…” Dar reviewed their tangled bodies.

“But I’m squashing you.” Kerry got her hands on the couch and pushed herself upward, awkwardly getting to her feet. “Ooof.” She wavered a minute, then sat down again, putting her hand to her head. “Whoa.”

Dar immediately sat up. “Hey.”

“Just a little dizzy,” Kerry muttered. “I got up too fast,” she added. “I think.”

“And you also haven’t eaten anything since that soup and crackers at lunch,” Dar realized.

“Neither have you.” Kerry got to her feet a little more cautiously, then she held a hand out to Dar. “C’mon. Let’s go raid the fridge together.” She looked around. “What time is it?”

Dar picked up her cell phone as she stood to join her partner.

“Eleven thirty.” Her eyes lifted to the cabin door. “Huh. Bud was Terrors of the High Seas 187

supposed to send Charlie down when he got home. Guess he got caught up.” She tossed the cell to the table, then reached up to put her hand across Kerry’s forehead. “Ah.”

“No chills,” Kerry acknowledged. “Now I just feel like a dishrag.”

“Maybe we should call you terrycloth, then, instead of Kerry,”

Dar teased, relieved at feeling no fever in her partner. “C’mon.”

They walked together to the galley. Kerry slipped inside first and retrieved a water bottle from the fridge, popping it open and sucking several mouthfuls from it. She turned to find Dar rummaging the shelves, and put a hand on her partner’s shoulder.

“Nothing exotic, honey. Just some yogurt, if it’s there.”

Dar retrieved a container and handed it up. “How about some toast to go with that.”

Kerry cleared her throat experimentally, feeling an ominous scratchiness. “I think my bug is migrating,” she informed Dar mournfully. “Ice cream would work better.”

“Ah.” Dar stood and gave her a sympathetic look. “How about some soup?”

“Mmph.” Kerry had popped the top on the yogurt and spooned up a mouthful.

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