After running errands the day before, they had gone to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant not far from the marina that was popular with the locals for its roti—curried vegetables and meat wrapped in a thin dough. The food had been good, but the band playing was better, and somehow ‘a quick dinner out’ turned into dancing and shots.
Lots and lots of shots.
Grey cracked an eye open and grunted as she slapped at her alarm. She ran her tongue over the top of her mouth and grimaced. “What did we drink?”
“Too much,” Lauren grunted.
“Yeah, got that,” Grey muttered, scrubbing a hand over her face.
Lauren peeked out at Grey from beneath her pillow, and saw that Grey looked as rough as she felt. They probably should have skipped that last round of Lemon Drops. “God, I hate vodka.”
Grey chuckled as she flopped back onto the bed and curled up against Lauren’s side. She wrapped an arm around Lauren’s waist, and closed her eyes as she pressed a lingering kiss to her shoulder. “I think this is the tequila’s fault.”
“I think we’ll just have to agree to disagree.” Lauren pushed the heel of her hand against her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut. She relaxed into Grey, relishing the warmth of the brunette’s skin against her own as Grey’s fingers began scratching lightly across her stomach. She was so comfortable that she was close to drifting off to sleep again when the alarm blared back to life.
“Sorry,” Grey whispered as she released her hold on Lauren to slap at the alarm again. “I hate to say it, but we need to get up.”
“I know,” Lauren grumbled as she rolled onto her back. Her head throbbed at the movement, and she groaned as she forced herself to climb out of bed. “Oh, this is gonna suck.”
“Tell me about it,” Grey said as she rolled to her feet. She ran a hand through her hair as she looked at Lauren, and smiled in spite of her hangover. “I had fun last night.”
“Me too.” Lauren stepped over their clothes that had been strewn across the floor in their haste to get each other naked the night before, and slipped into Grey’s waiting arms at the foot of the bed. “No vodka next time, though.”
“Deal,” Grey murmured, even though they both knew that there would not be a ‘next time’. She pressed a chaste kiss to Lauren’s cheek and sighed. “If you get the Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet, I’ll go grab us a couple bottles of water from the fridge.”
“Sounds good.”
“You wanna just pick up some breakfast on our way to the farmer’s market?” Grey asked as she started for the door.
Lauren’s eyes swept over Grey’s naked body and she smiled in spite of her pounding headache. “If I wasn’t so hung-over right now, I’d have you for breakfast.”
“Promises, promises,” Grey chuckled, her gaze trailing lazily over Lauren’s body.
Lauren laughed and shrugged. “Sorry?”
“No you’re not.” Grey waved a hand at the bathroom. “You can have first shower.”
“We can always shower together,” Lauren offered as she started for the en suite. “I’m too hung over to do more than just shower, but…”
Grey nodded. She did not have the energy to do more than simply shower either, but she would never pass up the opportunity to spend more time with Lauren. “I’ll meet you in there.”
Lauren was just climbing into the shower when Grey returned with the bottles of water, and Grey smiled when she spotted three Tylenol laid out on the counter for her. She swallowed the pills dry and chased them down with half of one of the bottles of water before opening the shower door and climbing into the stall with Lauren. “Hey, sexy.”
“Hey, yourself,” Lauren said as she watched Grey climb into the shower. She smiled at the way Grey’s hands slid over her sides, and groaned when Grey’s mouth dropped to her clavicle. “We’re just showering,” she reminded Grey when dull teeth nipped at her skin.
“I know.” Grey soothed the spot with her tongue and stood up to look Lauren in the eye as she reached for a bottle of shampoo. She poured a generous amount into her left hand and brushed a soft kiss across Lauren’s lips as she started rubbing the soap into her hair.
The feeling of Grey’s fingers massaging her scalp was heavenly, and Lauren moaned softly as she reached out and held onto Grey’s hips for balance. “God, that feels good.”
“Good.” Grey smiled as she watched Lauren’s eyes flutter shut, her face a mask of absolute pleasure as she began to lightly sway with her touch. She took her time massaging the vanilla-scented shampoo into Lauren’s hair, scratching her nails over her scalp and rubbing her thumbs lightly over Lauren’s temples. She kissed Lauren once she was done, using that pressure to guide her back beneath the spray. Grey smiled against Lauren’s lips as she smoothed the bubbles from her hair, and sighed when she pulled away.
Lauren blinked her eyes open, her gaze immediately locking onto Grey’s. The brunette’s eyes were warm and soft, swirling with a gentle affection that took her breath away. “Wow.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” Grey murmured as she reached for Lauren’s body wash, which had migrated into her shower over the last few days as well. She squeezed some of the pink gel into her hand and set the bottle back onto its shelf. “Trade places with me, please,” she instructed as she poured some of the soap from her left hand to her right. “I’m going to need the spray at my back for this part.” She chuckled at the look Lauren shot her and shook her head. “We’re just showering, remember?”
“If I was just showering, I would have been done by now,” Lauren pointed out playfully as she squeezed past Grey to the back half of the small shower stall.
“I know.” Grey smoothed her hands over Lauren’s shoulders, digging her thumbs into tight muscles as she went. “But isn’t this better?”
