She found Amy in the dining area, sitting at the table, tapping away on her laptop.
Seriously?
“How long have you been up?” Sally asked, standing before the table with her arms crossed.
“I think since four-thirty-ish,” Amy said. “I couldn’t sleep anymore and so I figured I’d get some work done on my blog and answer some emails from fans.”
Sally sighed. This woman really needed to
learn to switch off.
On the one hand, Sally was annoyed. If she wanted to wake up to an empty bed only to find Amy working on something in another room, they could have stayed in Carlsbad. But part of what she had been looking forward to on this trip was waking up next to Amy, knowing that they both could just stay in bed all day if they wanted.
On the other hand, she reminded herself that her and Amy had had a fabulous time last night. After dinner, they had walked in the city, just talking and enjoying being in a new town. They had come across a local ice cream shop and gotten ice cream, despite the night being chilly. Eventually, they returned to the hotel, had amazing sex, and fell asleep.
The point was, Sally considered, Amy wasn’t really doing anything wrong. So she had gotten up early and decided to be productive. Was that the worst thing she could have done? No. But Sally could think of one or two better things Amy could have done.
She approached Amy and started rubbing her shoulders, Amy groaning in appreciation.
“Babe, you need to relax,” Sally said, gratified that Amy stopped typing and was now lolling her head back, eyes closed, apparently enjoying the ministrations of Sally’s fingers.
“I know,” Amy practically sighed.
“We’re on vacation.”
“I know. Oh, god, that feels good!”
Sally smiled to herself.
“The next time you can’t sleep at four-thirty…” She started moving her hands lower, down Amy’s chest and then underneath the cami top Amy was wearing. Amy gave a little gasp of anticipation. “…You can wake me up and maybe we can find other things for you to do,” Sally continued. Both of her hands now covered Amy’s small breasts. She gave them a gentle squeeze and then began softly pinching the two nipples.
“Okay,” Amy squeaked.
“Good girl,” Sally said and then kissed the top of Amy’s head. “Now, come back to bed.”
***
After getting out of bed—again—it was still early. Once they left their hotel to go to breakfast, they didn’t end up returning until almost ten p.m. In between, they packed the day with a walk across the Golden Gate Bridge—taking selfies galore; a visit to the windmills in Golden Gate Park (more selfies); a visit to the de Young Museum (selfies in front of Picassos); two cable car rides (Sally almost dropped her phone taking selfies); an amazing crab lunch; cocktails at a cool bar near the vicinity of the Painted Ladies (and then selfies in front of the Painted Ladies) and a visit to Little Italy.
They had an incredible Italian feast for dinner and then went shopping on Market Street to walk it off before heading back to their hotel.
“Oh, my god, baby!” Sally groaned when they finally returned to their suite. After dropping her purse and her bags of shopping by the door, she trudged over to the sofa and plopped face-down on it.
“I am soooooo fucking exhausted!” Amy complained. She also dropped her belongings at the door, went to the sofa and made Sally scootch over to make room so she could lie down next to her.
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t make mad, passionate love to you tonight, won’t you?” Sally murmured, her face half-buried in the sofa cushions.
“I insist you don’t make mad, passionate love to me tonight,” Amy replied. Nonetheless, she snuggled closer to Sally and Sally felt as if all was right with the world.
“I had a great day with you,” Sally said, kissing the tip of Amy’s nose.
“Me too. You’re fun to explore with.”
“I can’t wait until the world opens up again,” Sally replied. “Wouldn’t it be fun to explore a city both of us have never been to?”
She wondered if she was being too presumptuous by stating that. It suggested a future—a future with Amy in a world in which they could move freely around. But Sally wanted to imagine that future and judging from Amy’s megawatt smile, so did Amy.
“I would love that!” Amy said and then closed her eyes. “But after we get some sleep.”