That Summer

Li Galli and Capri...

"You ready, babe?" Emma called out, standing by the door and eagerly awaiting to get out into town.

Stevie rushed out of the bedroom, sunglasses on her head and fumbling for her bag. "Sorry, Em. One sec...I can't find my sunglasses."

Emma rolled her eyes, "They're on your head."

Stevie laughed and made her way to the door, "Ugh, why do you stick around an old lady like me?!"

Emma wrapped her arm around Stevie's waist and cupped her butt, "Because you're the most beautiful, incredible old lady in the world...and you make me come four times in one morning." She pecked her lips and opened the door into the hallway.

"Oh shit, should we take the service elevator down? I didn't even think of that..." Emma asked.

Stevie shook her head, "I'm not as big in Italy, nobody's going to recognize me. We're in Ravello, I'd be shocked if someone can tell who I am when I look like this." They made their way to the elevator and down to the lobby.

A younger couple – likely honeymooners – was getting in as they were getting out when Stevie realized she forgot her wallet. "Fuck, Em! I left my wallet in my other bag. I'm gonna go back up, you wait here." She stepped back in with the other couple, smiling at them when she saw they already pressed her floor.

"Hello." Stevie said, smiling in a friendly tone, noticing they were looking at her weird. They probably think they've seen me before...she thought.

They got off, letting Stevie step out first. She quickly walked toward the room, noticing that they were the room next door. They stood there, watching Stevie swipe her key card. What the hell? She went inside, quickly grabbed her wallet and came back out; they were still lingering in the doorway.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Stevie huffed as she walked back to the elevator. Why are people so ridiculous?!

She heard a camera sound go off as she got to the elevator, followed by a "Oh shit!" from the girl. She rolled her eyes. Well, now you have your picture...

The elevator doors opened to the lobby; Emma was sitting on one of the couches waiting for her.

"I swear to god, people are so damn rude." Stevie said in frustration.

"What happened?!" Emma asked with concern.

"Nothing...just those honeymooners gawking at me. They probably knew it was me or knew I was someone famous, but they didn't say anything. You'd think people would understand that even if it's a famous person, they're on vacation and want privacy!"

"I thought you were unknown here?" Emma teased.

Stevie playfully smacked her arm. "I mean by the locals! But those kids were definitely too young to know who I am. Or at least be fans. Whatever, let's go!" She grabbed her hand as they walked out and toward the old town.

***

After a beautiful day exploring and delicious Mediterranean food – and making out – on a catamaran, the two of them were exhausted. Their car finally pulled up to the hotel.

"All I want is a long, hot, bath with you..." Stevie moaned, her tongue gliding into Emma's mouth before biting her bottom lip.

"I see you're back to Miss Horny?" Emma giggled, kissing her back and sucking her tongue as it entered again.

"You cannot tell me this place doesn't make you feel romantic." Stevie rolled her eyes.

"Stevie, every place makes you feel romantic."

Stevie laughed as she got out of the car, "Okay, touché! But really, you can't help but fall in love here."

"Oh, so you're in love with me?" Emma cupped her face and kissed her.

"You already knew that, my dear..." She smiled back.

They got upstairs and walked through the door. "I'm gonna run the bath for us...you get naked." Stevie seductively whispered.

Emma bit her lip and started getting undressed, throwing her clothes by the sofa, still in her lingerie. She looked out the window at the ocean and the cliffs; it really was the most beautiful place she'd been.

Suddenly, she noticed the hotel phone blinking red. That's weird, she thought. Who would be calling? Nobody knows we're here besides Sharon...

"Hey, Steves...I think Sharon's trying to call you? The phone's blinking."

Stevie came back in and walked over to the phone. "Shit, I hope Sula's okay!" She said in a panic. She pressed the answering machine button.

"STEVIE!" She jumped as soon as she realized whose voice it was.

"I need you to call me as soon as you get this. I've been trying to call Emma nonstop, but I guess her phone isn't on for international. Stevie, this is not good, I need you to call me right away!" 

It was Karen.