Watermelon

Wish You Were Here! (No We Don't)

[smutty]

"I thought you said that was supposed to wake you up?" Camila was gently scratching the scalp of her husband, whose face was currently buried against her bare chest. He mumbled an incoherent response. "What was that?" 

Once again, she got nothing but a muffled mumble from him. It made her laugh. His much larger body laid on top of hers, their still sticky and sweaty skin gluing them to each other. Shawn's eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy and steady and if Camila didn't know better, she'd think he had fallen back asleep.

It had been just a few minutes past 9 o'clock in the morning when she had been woken up with his lips all over her skin. Camila was tired but Shawn swore he'd be able to give her a boost of energy, and she agreed. It didn't take long for them to find themselves utterly intertwined under the covers. After they had finished, Camila actually did feel more awake — but clearly Shawn didn't feel the same. 

"I think I exerted more energy than I had planned," he whispered, his eyes still closed and his face still pressed against his wife's breasts. Camila started giggling, her fingers still scratching at his scalp. 

"You exerted quite a bit of energy, baby. It worked, though. You did good work."

She let him fall back to sleep, though he only needed a quick fifteen minute nap before he was awake again and ready to face the day. They rolled out of bed and made their way into the shower to clean up a bit. Camila put on her classic red bikini and a pair of denim shorts. Shawn followed her lead and put on his swim trunks and a tank top. Camila packed a beach bag for the two of them and they headed down to breakfast. 

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Shawn asked as they sat together at breakfast, eating their eggs and fresh fruit. 

"I say we start at the pool...specifically the pool bar. I mean, it only makes sense that we go back to the place that we met while on our honeymoon. Plus I've been craving one of those watermelon margaritas since the day I left this place. And we might as well stop by one of the poolside cabanas while we're there...Shelby's not here to interrupt us this time."

"Thank god," Shawn snorted. 

Camila ate the majority of her breakfast and then found herself sitting directly next to her husband, holding her phone out in front of them as she snapped some cute selfies of the two of them together. They took one of them both smiling at the camera, one of them kissing, one where he was kissing her cheek, and one where she was kissing his cheek. 

"Hold on," Shawn said quickly before Camila put her phone away. He reached forward and grabbed a piece of uneaten watermelon off of his plate, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. He held it up to her; Camila knew immediately what he was suggesting. The two of them held the piece of fruit between their mouths as Camila snapped a couple more pictures, just like they had back when they had been in St. Barts the first time. 

"Just like old times," he noted with a chuckle. 

"And do you still prefer eating me over the watermelon?" Camila's voice was now a much more timid tone but the smirk on her face was anything but. Shawn's cheeks turned pink but his smirk matched hers. 

"I think you know the answer to that by now."

Camila giggled and laid her head against his bicep. She opened her text message thread with Shelby on her phone and sent her one of the pictures of her and Shawn eating the watermelon. 

C: wish you were here!! (no we don't)

Shawn laughed when he saw the text that his wife had sent to her best friend. It didn't take long for Shelby to respond.