The lace curtains cast dappled shadows on the face of Helen Magnus. She gave a languorous stretch, too lazy to move much. Getting up seemed like such a chore at this moment. There was a rumble next to her and she turned to it; settling contentedly on John Druitt's chest. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
"Mmm, you always were the best pillow," she murmured. She snuggled closer.
"So glad I can be of service." He felt her smile as he draped an arm around her shoulders.
Helen rubbed her face against his chest like a cat. "Do you know the best thing about vacation?"
John let out a low chuckle. "I can think of a few answers."
"The best part," Helen said, "is if I don't' want to get up, I can lie here all day."
"Is that the plan for the day then?"
Helen stretched again. "That's another good thing about vacation. I don't have to have plans. I can follow any whim I want."
"And to think you used to only go on vacation once every seven years," John chuckled.
"This is certainly reforming my opinion on the usefulness of vacations," Helen agreed.
"So…do we have a plan for today?"
"At the moment, the only plan I have is to continue to lie in bed."
John let his hand slip lower. "Is that all you have planned?"
Helen pushed herself up. "Actually, I think your idea would be making much better use of this bed." She leaned down to kiss him.
John rolled them so he was on top. "I knew you'd see it my way."