To sleep

“Thanks,” Emmaline said.

For a long moment, the two just sat there. Half the bottle of wine had disappeared before Emmaline noticed--most of it into Robin, given the way she was starting to sway on the bed.

The dark haired brunette just had this way about her, an irreproachable, invulnerable innocence which shone through even now. It tugged at something deep inside Emmaline, a powerful urge to twist and tease, to take advantage of that innocence be it for her own amusement, or… more immediate pleasures. With Robin still dressed in that white strapless bikini, plenty of her body was on display--even more so now that the day had worn on, and the drunken girl had stopped paying so much attention to keeping it in place.

The bikini top had slipped down her chest, little by little--there wasn’t that much beneath to support it, really, just two perky mounds of pale flesh which even now were gradually sliding more and more into view, as each shift of Robin’s body let the top slip down further… and further, until, as far as Emmaline could tell, it was held up only by the stiff points of her rosy nipples. Even her pretty areola poked out now, in a slutty tease that was just so perfectly tempting in combination with Robin’s blissful ignorance of her own lewd dress.

She didn’t seem to notice the way her bottoms had ridden up either, so that the white crotch wasn’t really doing its job any more. Sure, Robin’s sex was still hidden away, but the bikini bottoms had shifted so far to the left that Emmaline could look down and see very point where her slender thigh turned inward. She could follow that line right up to the edge of her sex, as though the slightest breese might reveal Robin’s sensitive flower.

To top it all off was Robin watching her through half lidded eyes, her expression blurred by drunken sleepiness. Her mouth stretched in a pleasant smile, as if she was enjoying a warm bath or listening to a pleasant tune. All of it utterly out of sync with the outright whorish way her clothing clung to her figure, beckoning, teasing.

It would be so easy to push her down onto the bed and twist that smile into a pitiful, adorable whining moan.

“We should get washed up and go to bed,” Emmaline said. The words came from her mouth, but it felt like they were being spoken by someone else, far away. It felt entirely unbidden, but as she let the statement sink in… she was probably right.

“Yeah… I’m sleepy,” Robin muttered. She rose to her feet, half stumbled, then caught herself before Emmaline could move forward to catch her. Robin offered her a thankful smile, then turned and walked off toward the adjoining bathroom.

Much like the enchanted ice chest, a small brochure on the table had made sure to advertise the fact that the suite had constant access to ‘pure running water of any temperature right at your fingertips!’ Emmaline still couldn’t get over how stupid it was to put the advertising brochure inside of the room it was trying to sell. Like, they were already here.

After a moment she heard the sound of running water and Robin’s humming drifted out through the open bathroom door.

Maybe Fuu was right. Maybe they should get an early night. Or maybe it was Emmaline herself who had been right, only not in a way she had realized. Perhaps Fuu wasn’t the only one who needed a vacation, just… Emmaline still had to figure out what exactly she herself needed a vacation from.