The sunray had traveled from her arm on to her shoulder, neck and was now
stationed on her forehead; it was starting to get annoying.
Maritza moved a little to escape it, but found another obstacle in her way. Peeking with half an eye she saw Flaca's hair at an inch from her; she was laying on her belly, face turned the other side, the sheets barely covering some of her modesty.
Moving closer, Maritza inhaled her hair and hooked a leg around her hip, then held herself up on her elbow to still be able to look down at the sleeping form.
It might end up being another hectic day in Vegas, but for now she could just take advantage of these moments of peace. Observing her giant media naranja, or maybe two thirds of an orange in their case, simply breath and her chest move in a steady slow up and down, beautiful skintone kissed by the morning light, her features and long limbs smooth and relaxed, was a miracle all in itself.
How had she got this precious thing, she couldn't say.
She was just musing over this, when suddenly irritatingly loud notes began to come out of her phone – she jumped up and looked around – where the heck had she left it and why was it on? – OOK! There.
"Work Bitch" stopped playing as she answered and vanished into the bathroom. Flaca had thought she was soo witty when she set up that ringtone for Aleida. Fucking Aleida and her timing.
After taking care of things she tied the bathrobe around her waist and went out.
Her girlfriend had turned to lie on her back and, even with some parts of that bedsheet in the way, was offering another alluring sight to Maritza's eyes.
On her tiptoes, she approached the bed and climbed onto it.
"Hey," Flaca mumbled with her gruff sleepy voice.
Maritza nestled against her. "Sorry for the noise," she whispered.
"'S okay... What did Aleida want? You on vacation..." Flaca protested.
"Yeah, it was just some stupid shit for next week... y'know she likes being annoying," she apologized.
"Mmh. So we got 'dates' today?" Flaca asked.
"Noope," Maritza snuggled closer. Her girlfriend's stomach growled, making her smile. "But I was thinking..."
"Mh?"
"We could go out for breakfast, then come back and try out the pools here, and later go out again and..."
"Wo wo wo wait, this sounds like a lot of work!"
"Ooh did I tire you out last night mami?" Maritza smirked.
Flaca eyed her; "Weell...," and let out a smile. It had been passionate but also so sweet – in fact Maritza had her worried for a moment too, she had been so emotional.
She was interrupted by her stomach again. "A'right," she conceded, "but gimme five more minutes..." and she tightened her hold on the smaller woman.
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The hungry monster residing in her belly finally satiated and with some coffee in her veins Flaca felt much more human and, since they were already out and about, she convinced Maritza to take a detour. She brought her to a classic cars museum, and they had great fun taking pictures in diva poses with some of those babies, plus Maritza had enjoyed all the technical explanations on engines and radiators and drive shafts and whatnot.
Then they escaped the midday heat in one of the pools under their pyramid; her girlfriend had actually got them a private cabana, Flaca found out, and it really felt like being somewhere exotic lying hidden inside the curtained shelter. Although, pulling them aside to lounge under the sun with a cocktail had its appeal too.
