It Happened in Vegas

Chapter III

"Ugh, This is gonna be another 5 hour drive and that's if we are lucky and don't encounter any accidents, or if we don't need to refuel." Dalia yawned, already tired from the 2 hours she'd driven.

She never really slept more than 5 hours every night, but today, she was running on a total of 2 hours of sleep out of 24. She was beat.

Elise had called Arson 4 times and gotten no reply. She just left a voicemail instead, telling them to drive safe and that she would see them later. She put her phone in the cupholder and sighed heavily.
"Fuck, I know I told you that I'd stay awake with you, but I already need to sleep. " Elise said, rolling the window down trying to get fresh air in the cab of the RV so that she could stay up.

"Me too, where is the closest rest stop?" Dalia asked, "About 35 minutes." Elise answered, after checking her GPS. "That's hella far. I'm gonna pull over on the next shoulder that's wide enough. I need a fucking nap" Dalia replied.

"Yeah, I think we have an hour or two to spare." Elise agreed.

"Good," Dalia pulled over on the side of the road, far enough over to avoid being accidentally hit if someone were to not be paying attention. She locked up the RV and rolled the cab windows up. When she finished, she headed to her sleeping quarters, just past the small kitchenette. Her queen sized bed took up the entire rear end of the vehicle. She pushed the curtain to the side and saw Elise, already shirtless and laying on the bed, facing the wall. Dalia took that opportunity to study her with no interuption.

Her long curly hair was no longer in a ponytail; but down and sprawled over her pillow. Her back showed caramel skin that seemed almost golden in the light of the sun. She studied her curvature. Her narrow spine tapered into a pair of shapely hips, thick and athletic thighs and legs that went on forever wrapped in bootcut denim.
This woman... I don't know how anyone can not want her. She thought to herself, looking back on an earlier conversation.

Dalia took her jacket off, threw it on the bench in the kitchenette and laid down next to her, careful not to make too much noise. She unfastened her jeans, untucked her shirt, and adjusted her pillow so she could nap comfortably. She closed her eyes, crossed one arm over her stomach and the other she'd slid under Elise's head. Once completely comfortable she let sleep overtake her.

Dalia woke up slowly to a tickling sensation right below her belly button, and the heaviness that weighed her arm down before was not present. She cracked one eye open and saw that Elise wasn't on her side anymore. She glanced down and saw a head of golden curls at her stomach. She was slightly confused and still stuck in a sleepy haze, it took her a while to realize that it was Elise. "W-what are you--?" She'd began asking when Elise placed a soft kiss on Dalia's hip. Several more followed  it, each one moving closer to her center. Dalia tipped her head back and enjoyed the sensation. Elise lifted her head up from kissing Dalia's lower abdomen.

"What are you doing, El? " Dalia asks without moving. She was sure that if she moved her dream would suddenly end. Elise's green eyes shined in the light of the sun and she had a shy but sexy look on her face. "You don't like it?" She asked starting to move away. "No. I mean yes. I like it but why?" Dalia responded quickly. "I don't know, it just felt... right. " Elise answered sliding a finger down Dalia's abdomen. She saw the muscles under her skin, contract at the sensation. My mind is definitely playing tricks on me and I don't want to wake up. She thought leaning her head back on the pillow. She saw no need to argue with or question her dreams. She felt the tug on the hem of her jeans and the warmth of Elise's tongue along the waistline of her boy shorts, her breath hitched as the sensation melted her core. She felt and heard Elise give a small, sexy chuckle and for the first time, she considered that maybe it wasn't a dream.