It Happened in Vegas

Chapter XVIII

The next morning, Dalia peeked her eyes open against the brightness of the sun. After taking a bit of time for her eyes to adjust, she looked across the bedroom area at the mess that was created earlier that morning. The sheets and blanket were spread messily across the bed, no doubt a result of their wild and all together... Acrobatic midnight lovemaking. The TV remote was on the floor and the wall-mounted television was still powered on with a DVD icon bouncing lazily around the screen. Their clothes were tucked neatly into a corner and an empty champagne bottle and tipped over plastic champagne flutes littered the nightstand next to charging cellphones and opened handcuffs with the key hanging out of them. Dalia's belt and Elise's red pumps were spread across the floor and Dalia's hand was rested near a drying champagne spill on the bed. They'd been using the champagne in the foreplay that came before the earth-shattering sex.

Dalia smiled at how effortless they moved together. Wild, dirty, some would call it kinky, but underneath the act itself was something sensual. Behind the handcuffs, belts, and semi-sadistic actions that went on in that bedroom, there was a deep and satisfying connection. Trust, partnership, openness, laughter; no awkwardness, just effortless bliss. The unspoken truth about how they felt about each other was visible in one another's eyes.

There's definitely something here. Dalia thought as she looked down at Elise's naked, loosely covered form. Her curls were spread across Dalia's arm and her soft breathing caressed her chest where her face was partially tucked into Dalia's ribs.

Dalia had developed a new appreciation of Elise's little snores and random sleep twitches. She listened to and timed Elise's inhales and exhales letting it hypnotize her. She thought over her and Elise's relationship. Taking into consideration their friendship hoping to see a pattern on how their relationship may work... If that's what Elise wants... If that's even what she wants.

"You're staring at me." Elise groaned, tucking her face deeper into Dalia's rib and covering her face with one hand.

"How do you know that? Your peepers aren't even open." Dalia smiled, moving Elise's hand from her face.

Elise grinned, "Peepers, " she laughed. "And I don't need to see you, I could feel you staring at me." Elise's eyes finally fluttered open and Dalia watched them slowly creep open and watched as her pupils adjusted to the light.

"Hello beautiful," Elise said when she let her hazel eyes meet Dalia's chocolate brown eyes. She kissed Dalia on the rib and stretched her limbs with a long roar-like grunt.

"You're so extra," Dalia said, kissing Elise atop the head.

"Oh shut up, you love it," Elise responded, stretching and popping her back and shoulders.

"What time is it?" She asked letting her head fall back onto the pillow and looking up at Dalia.

"Oh shit, its 10 AM." She replied, sitting up and slipping into the boxers that she had on the night before. "You said you wanted to go to the Steamin'Hot place before noon before it got too crowded," Dalia added at Elise's perplexed look.

"Oh, damn it." Elise hopped out of bed and Dalia handed Elise her clothes without even having to be asked. She dressed quickly in her outfit from the night before. "At least my walk of shame will be a fabulous one." Elise joked, shooting a wink and sexy smile at Dalia before she whipped her head down to collect her hair and put it in a messy bun.

Dalia watched the action, when Elise lifted her head back up and made eye contact, Dalia was biting her lip.

"You have no shame and you know it," Dalia responded.