Tropical Convergence by Melissa Good

and gave her a squeeze, humming low in her throat as sleep slowly cleared from her eyes. "Morning, sweetheart."
    "Eeurrgh." Dar made a purring noise in return. "Morning to you too." She rubbed Kerry's back with her fingertips. "And what a pretty one it is." She turned her head and watched the sunlight creep across the floor, still tinted coral instead of the bright white yet to come.
    It would be yet another in an almost endless series of summer days, hot and sticky, the morning fair with the ever-present possibility of thunderstorms in the afternoon as the earth struggled to throw off the sun's heat.
    Water parks in the morning, Dar decided. Then maybe a visit to Epcot in the afternoon, since the technology park offered up lots of indoor attractions to escape the heat, and possibly the rain as well. "You up for dinner at the Living Seas?" she inquired. "I love that tank."
    The sea green eyes brightened. "Oo...yeah." A nod. "Good idea."
    Dar smiled contentedly. "I think that sounds like a plan," she said, as she arched her back to stretch it out, lifting Kerry a little with her before she relaxed again under the covers. "Damn, I'm glad we got all that crap squared away last night. If I'd walked in there today with nothing done, heads woulda rolled."
    Kerry traced an idle pattern on Dar's ribcage. "So the only reason you didn't was because there were no heads to roll?"
    "Hm." Dar grunted after a moment's silence. "You know something? I really don't know." She lifted one arm and settled her hand behind her head. After another short, pensive silence, she shrugged. "Ah...probably faster if I did it myself anyway."
    Kerry nodded slightly. "I had the neatest dream last night," she related, changing the subject. "You and I were getting married."
    Dar's eyebrows twitched. "Um...aren't we?"
    "Yeah, I know we are married, but not... I mean, it was this whole ceremony with rice, and flowers," Kerry felt Dar start to laugh. "You and me in pretty gowns."
    "Don't tell me white ones." Dar groaned.
    "Sure," Kerry cheerfully agreed. "You looked gorgeous. You had this lace sheer neckline thing on and..."
    "Kerry." Dar tapped her on the shoulder. "You need some coffee or something?"
    "No, why?"
    "Just wondered."
    "Anyway. We were in this beautiful cathedral, with stained glass windows, and everyone was throwing bags of rice at us..."
    Dar half sat up, bringing Kerry up with her and displaying the considerable strength of her abdominal muscles. "What?"
    Kerry tumbled and rolled into Dar's lap, peering up at her as she lay on her back across her partner's legs. "What?"
    "Bags of rice? What was this, a Cuban wedding? Were there bags of beans too?" Dar queried, tossing her head back to clear the disordered hair from her eyes. "Five pound bags? Ten? Fifty?"
    Kerry folded her hands over her bare stomach. "Sweetheart." She twiddled her thumbs. "Yankees don't like to whip out their dustpans during a wedding. We wrap a pinch of rice into a cloth bag and toss that at newlyweds," she informed her lover. "It's supposed to be good luck.
    Dar put a fingertip against her nose. "It's supposed to be for fertility, so you'll have lots of babies," she corrected her in a wry tone. "Leave it to Yankees to conveniently forget that ."
    "Mm...we didn't forget it." Softly glinting green eyes peered up at Dar. "It was so nice. All our friends were there, and Chino had a hat on...your dad was in a tux."
    Her partner smiled in reflex. "You have cute dreams."
    "I had one the first time we stayed here too," Kerry admitted. "Remember you were saying you did? Before we woke up? So did I." She sat up and pulled her legs up crossed under her, pushing her hair back with one hand.
    "It didn't have rice in it, did it?" Dar leaned on one elbow, facing her. The sheets draped loosely over her body, exposing roughly half of her torso and all of the length of one long leg.
    "No." Kerry leaned her elbows on her knees. "I didn't remember it until way after we left Orlando. It was you and