RaStro FicS

Surf me up (9)

The next morning, Rhian awoke to an unearthly screaming from outside her villa. She shook herself, tried to focus and heard, "Quick! Come quick! Something's happened!" Glaiza was already scrambling out of the bed and she followed right behind her.

In a semi-circle around her villa stood five grinning 'slappers' and one unimpressed looking Bianca. "BUSTED!" they chorused.

Glaiza turned white under her tan and Rhian could feel a painful blush stealing up her chest.

"Oh my God!" Kat exclaimed, nearly doubled over with laughter, "I wish you could see your faces!" She walked up to Glaiza and hugged her. "Sweetie, we may be party animals, but we're not blind or stupid. Do you really think we care who you sleep with, wild thing?"

Chynna wrapped her arm around Glaiza. "Dude, if you could see the way you two were looking at each other yesterday, not to mention the rather obvious hickey on your shoulder gave us the idea you two may need some time to yourselves." She paused. "Sorry, but we just couldn't resist busting you this morning!"

Glaiza looked at them, a sheepish grin stealing over her face. "You're not upset or grossed out?"

The 'slappers' all looked at each other and laughed. Maxene piped up, "Uhmmm, Glai, some of us might have fooled around a bit with girls at parties. You're just too busy studying to notice..." She was quick to add, "not that we're gay or anything, we just, like, do it cause the guys love it!"

Rhian muttered to herself. "And just when I thought they had redeemed themselves, there they go again..." Glaiza grabbed her hand and pulled her over.

Isabel asked. "So are you two, sort of together?"

Glaiza looked at Rhian with a question in her eyes, then smiled and turned to her friends. "I think you could say that..."

"Cool," said Sheena, "what's for breakfast?"

Rhian looked at Bianca who threw her hands in the air. "I had nothing to do with it, I swear!" Then she walked up to her friend and enfolded her in a hug which said everything she wanted to say.

*****

Rhian and Glaiza spent every waking moment together over the next few days. As soon as it was polite to do so, they escaped down to their beach and made out for as long as the tide allowed them, discovering every little spot which made the other sigh before stumbling back to the resort and falling into Rhian's bed to sleep, aching and covered in each other's juices.

On the last night, the mood in the resort was somber. Everyone walked on eggshells around two lovers who were struggling to keep their feelings hidden. Bianca eventually called Rhian aside, gave her a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses and told her to take Glaiza away and talk to her before one of them imploded from stress. Rhian smiled at her weakly before heading back to the fire and touching Glaiza gently on the shoulder, beckoned her to come with her. As they walked away, they heard Maxene muttered. "Oh thank God! Shots anyone?" Rhian chuckled and just shook her head.

The lovers walked to their beach again hand-in-hand in a much clingier mood than before.

They popped the champagne and drank quietly for a long time, neither one of them wanting to speak or to do anything remotely sexual. Eventually, the tension became so extreme that they both turned to each other at the same time.

"Glai..."

"Rhi..."

They laughed and the tension eased. They kissed for a while, but they both ended up crying into the each other's neck. Rhian took Glaiza's face in her hands and kissed her soulfully. "I just want you to know that this has been the best week of my life. I know it's insane to say this, but I love you. I didn't want you to leave without you knowing that..."

"I love you too, Rhi... I also didn't want to leave without you knowing that."

They finished the champagne and instead of going back to the resort, they moved their blanket to the main beach to escape the incoming tide and slept in each other's arms, spooned tightly.

*****

The next morning they reluctantly packed up and loaded the van. Rhian couldn't watch the packing so she grabbed her board and went for a surf, finding a degree of peace in doing what she loved to do, but the pull to see Glaiza one last time was too strong, so she made her way back to the resort before they were ready to pull out.

The 'slappers' and Bianca melted away as the two lovers stood together, foreheads touching, tears rolling down their cheeks. "I love you..." Rhian panted.

Glaiza smiled painfully. "I love you too...so much!"

Without another word, Glaiza turned and got into the van. The 'slappers' joined her after hugging Bianca and Rhian, and they made their slow way out of the resort.

Rhian and Bianca heard angry voices and yelling above the whine of the engine and suddenly the van stopped and the sound of gears grinding was clear in the morning air. The side door was flung open and a bag was tossed out, followed by Glaiza. The van took off again, leaving Glaiza in an exhaust fumes.

"What the..." Rhian uttered.

"God, don't ask me! Anything's possible with that lot!" Bianca said.

Rhian ran down the path, blonde hair flying. She pulled up short, looking at Glaiza, breathing heavily. Glaiza stared at her, then looked away and said, "Uhmmm, I've just been told that apparently I'm incredibly stupid and big old dumbass if I didn't tell you I don't want to go. I want to stay here. I want to write songs. I don't want to go back to my old life. I hate it and now I hate it even more, because you're not part of it."

Rhian's only answer was to lean and pick up Glaiza's bag. She took Glaiza's hand in her own and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You coming?"

"Do I have a choice?" Glaiza also raised her eyebrow.

"Actually, you have." Rhian smirked.

"Really?" Glaiza challenged.

Rhian leaned in and whispered. "Beach or Villa?" Glaiza's face turned red tomato as she realized what Rhian actually meant.

"Perve!"

"I love you Glaiza Galura!" Rhian shouted as she ran off from her girlfriend's tickle revenge.

The end.