Fiona and Imogen retreated back to their hotel room after 4 hours poolside. Imogen was a golden bronze and Fiona's tan had been the equivalent of Imogen's skin pre-tan. They were both glowing and pleased with their new look, pulling off their swimsuits as soon as they entered their room, seeing the contrast between the before and after.
Save water, shower together was usually the couple's motto – one of them at least, and one they typically kept to themselves. Unless their schedules were completely off or one of them just needed some thinking time, they usually ended up in the shower together. The theme of their magical trip was togetherness so it only made sense they were with one another as often as humanly possible.
Who were they kidding though? The sexual tension between the two of them was undeniable, and the shower wasn't helping regardless of how cool they kept the water. The pool was also a catalyst to the craziness of their hormones: it was like a tease – they knew what lied behind the thin, waterproof fabric but with their newly sun-kissed skin and the water only making them glisten more in the sunlight the girls deserved awards of heroism for not jumping the other's bones.
In the shower they did their best to look but not touch; neither of them were successful at hiding where their focus was. When one was under the water or while they waited for the conditioner to settle in, their eyes studied one another's body, admiring the other's curves and silky smooth skin.
They both behaved themselves to the best of their ability, only copping a feel here and there. They giggled as Imogen shut off the water and they exited the shower, Fiona handing a towel to the younger girl.
Imogen wrapped herself with the towel, leaving their adorable bathroom littered with the more minor characters from The Little Mermaid. Fiona had it a bit easier, though, as Imogen changed into her pajamas considering Imogen utilitzed the towel and wiped all the water from every inch of her body. Her hair was still wet, and for some reason unknown that was something Fiona was enticed by sometimes, but Fiona's body (and hair of course) remained soaked since she liked to air dry. As much as it turned Imogen on each and every time, whenever Fiona left watery trails or dripped on something that water needed to avoid, Imogen would lovingly scold Fiona to either wipe down or stay still in one area. Fiona was good about it most of the time though, airing out for 10 minutes or so then using the towel to finish the job. This time Fiona actually waited for the water to slide off and evaporate and Imogen gave her a stern look each time her girlfriend went near their bed.
Most of Imogen's clothing fit the occasion: tonight, her pajamas consisted of a short sleeve shirt and shorts set, primarily grey in base color, her top, however, consisted of the characters from Winnie the Pooh and her shorts had 'honey buns' written over her ass then put her hair up in a cute bun.
After prolonged time of Fiona drying off (which she spent unpacking her own things; Imogen was fine living out of her suitcase), the fashionista wasn't willing to deck out her entire wardrobe with Disney merchandise so instead she slid on her satin Victoria's Secret iconic pink and white striped button-up shirt that cut in the mid area of her ass. Fiona wasn't up for dealing with her gorgeous curls that night, tying them up into a neat ponytail was soon as she could.
The girls climbed into bed with one another as the sunset, Imogen making a call downstairs for room service. They were both tired and jetlagged so neither of them were willing to go downstairs and pick up food, let alone sit and have dinner in the restaurants. They also opted to keep things innocent this night in order to save up energy for the next day.
About an hour later, someone from the restaurant dressed in an elegant chef-like suit spiced up with Mickey ears knocked on the door. Imogen bolted up, tipped the guy and dragged in the cart herself. Imogen and Fiona were both breakfast food freaks, so Imogen had eggs, sausage and a chocolate chip pancake (all in the shape of the iconic mouse head) and Fiona had a Belgian waffle topped with strawberries, shaped the same as her girlfriend's food.
They ate quickly and were determined to sleep earlier than normal. Imogen kept to the theme of the couple's trip and switched the television on, deciding they would watch Disney movies as they fell asleep. Imogen created their line up to be Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, and The Lion King II.
Fiona cuddled into Imogen, her face nuzzled into her neck as soon as she grew bored with the movies. About an hour into their first film Fiona had dozed off, breathing gently into Imogen's skin.
Imogen couldn't help but smile at how adorable her girlfriend was, and just held her even though her excitement caused difficulty for her sleeping pattern. It wasn't until 15 minutes into the second Lion King before she knocked out too.
X
"Don't bitch when I specifically told you not to even think about packing heels." Imogen lectured as they entered the Magic Kingdom. Imogen had been in jean shorts, a plain light orange scoop neck tee with royal blue suspenders that had the iconic white stars on them. She wore white socks up to her mid-shin, white Chuck Taylors and pinned a couple Disney characters on each shoe. She wore her hair in an elegant bun, a medium-sized Minnie Mouse bow and contacts for convenience when they got on rides.
The couple wasn't one to fight – well, not often at least. They had their spats, but 99% of the time they never fought in public. The way they spoke to each other would sound off to bystanders, but that was just their special way.
Fiona waddled awkwardly, doing her best to keep up with Imogen. "They're comfortable sometimes," the socialite attempted to justify. She wore jean shorts similar to Imogen's, except they were high waisted. She wore an adorable floral bralette, her hair restricted in a high ponytail because of the heat and those damn white heels that were driving Imogen insane.
"Why you where those all the time, I'll never comprehend."
"They're adorable!" Fiona tried to persuade.
"Even so…" Imogen said, "We're at freaking Disneyworld, Fiona. Hate to break it to you but people aren't so concerned with how you look here."
Fiona pouted – Imogen was right. But wasn't going to openly admit it. "Looking nice is not a crime."
"You couldn't look nice in Vans?" Imogen offered.
Fiona made a face of slight disgust. "Immy, seriously." It took large exceptions for Fiona to wear anything of the sneaker sort and she didn't deem Disney to be a big enough one.
"Babe you're killing me. You're honestly slowly killing me," She exaggerated.
Imogen sat down on one of the curbs, her girlfriend plopping at her side. Imogen was the keeper of the work out bag that contained their water, granola bars, camera, phones and whatever other ridiculous items Fiona threw in there. Imogen sighed, shaking her head at her girlfriend's somewhat high maintenance ways, shocking Fiona as she opened up the bag and pulled out sandals. Imogen was always prepared and made up in areas Fiona lacked, this being one of them.
Fiona let out a sigh of relief, kicking off her heels and eagerly tossing them into the bag. It took a couple moments for her to recognize the catch – the sandals were mostly perfect and were gladiator styled, tying up around the ankles. But Imogen being Imogen made sure these sandals had Minnie Mouse bows on them, forcing the theme on Fiona.
Fiona wanted to continue her bitching but let it subside, grateful she could make it through the day without blistering her feet and wanting to cut them off. In exchange for Imogen's gesture, Fiona cancelled their plan to go to Downtown Disney and go on some psychotic shopping spree.
Imogen was now in charge of their day, leaping onto her feet and swung the bag onto her back. Fiona stood, a little defeated, but still so happy to be in Florida with Imogen.
The younger girl leaned into Fiona, kissing her lips gently and Fiona happily accepted and returned the action. The girls finally held hands, fingers laced and went on their merry way.
X
The girls had an eventful day to say the least.
Although they snacked on their health bars, the rest of their snacks consisted of sugary goodness from the smaller stores. Once lunch and late lunch rolled around, the girls splurged at themed restaurants – a pirate one for Imogen and a princess one for Fiona to be exact.
With Fiona's persistence, they also took pictures with just about every character they came into contact with: Peter Pan, some Lost Boys, Donald Duck, Goofy, Pluto, Ariel, Prince Eric, Belle, Aurora, Tinkerbell, Woody, Jessie, pirates, and even a group of adorable little girls all dressed as a specific princess (Imogen wanted to get away from that as soon as possible though. She loved Fiona and knew she wanted to be with her as long as possible, hopefully forever, but Fiona was mesmerized by the little kids and Imogen definitely didn't want Fiona getting any ideas for their relationship).
Their voyage on attractions varied, Imogen insisting they started off at It's a Small World since it was a classic. Fiona didn't care for it much, finding the mechanical children quite creepy, but beamed seeing the joy on Imogen's face.
Next up was The Magic Carpets of Aladdin, Mad Tea Party, Dumbo the Flying Elephant, and Prince Charming Regal Carrousel. They were quite kiddy, but even Fiona was pleased by them and warmed up as they kicked it up a notch.
Their plans got derailed as they went to Buzz Lightyear's Ranger Spin, but got back on track when they went on Splash Mountain. Their photo at the end of the ride was a keeper and Imogen bought a pack of them for each of their homes, plus to keep handy at university and she figured their parents deserved minor souvenirs as well.
For a little break, the couple degraded to Monsters, Inc. Laugh Floor, followed by Frontierland Shootin' Arcade and Stitch's Great Escape.
Going back to their supposed age-appropriate list of attractions, the girls hit up Pirates of the Caribbean and Space Mountain.
Before they knew it, the sun set once again, the moon illuminating the sky. There was one thing left that they wanted to do, intentionally saving it for last: Haunted Mansion.
Their day flew by and Imogen decided to let Fiona have a little fun, allowing her to hit up two boutiques. Imogen insisted they get Minnie ears and Fiona complied, getting them matching ones. While on her high, Fiona also bought a snow globe for herself, a Lilo & Stitch shirt for Imogen and she also got them matching sweaters that listed the Disney princesses on them. Satisfied, Fiona smiled and Imogen dragged her girlfriend out of the park before she went bankrupt.
X
They returned to their room, Fiona stacking their bags in the corner. Little did she know, Imogen had planned a romantic night for the two of them. Imogen insisted they take separate showers that night and Fiona happily obliged. Imogen showered first, quickly, then let Fiona shower next, knowing she wouldn't see her girlfriend for about 35 minutes.
Little did Fiona know, Imogen made special arrangements ahead of time. While Fiona did whatever she did in the shower, Imogen let the chef return to deliver their food again. Imogen set up the table in the middle of their spacious room and dragged chairs up to the portible table, taking the covers off of their food. Personally being a simple person, Imogen ordered a cheeseburger for herself – mouse shaped once again; her food was accompanied by fries and a Caesar salad, but she also made sure to order tiramisu for their dessert. Imogen wanted nothing but the best for her New York brat (it was a term of endearment for the couple), so Imogen ordered Fiona steak and lobster – something the older girl hadn't eaten in a while as she gradually humbled herself in many areas.
Imogen wasn't done yet, though. She dimmed the lights and opened up the curtains, letting the moonlight shine in. She had candles delivered as well, lighting a couple in the middle of their table and lining the rest in random parts of the room, adjusting them to get the atmosphere just right.
Imogen had changed far too quickly once she hopped out of the shower and made sure to change again. She was ecstatic about her new sweatshirt that Fiona had bought her so she crept over to the corner and pulled it out, slipping it on. Although she wanted a nice night with Fiona, their version of 'nice' was just being in each other's presence, so Imogen didn't hesitate to pair her sweater with Monsters, Inc. themed shorts, blue and purple in color like Sully.
After what felt like a century, Fiona exited the shower and changed in the bathroom. She made her way out, her pink Victoria's Secret cotton long sleeve and white cotton shorts covering her body. She rubbed her hair with a towel, doing her best to get rid of the moisture from her hair, her jaw dropping as she caught sight of the room. Fiona dropped her towel and immediately threw her hair up into a messy bun, speechless.
Imogen blinked, a sweet smile across her face.
As Fiona came to terms with reality, she slid her hands over her mouth, her eyes tearing up a bit. "Aw…Immy," she cooed. She dropped her hands and ran to her girlfriend, throwing her arms around her neck. She let her lips settle on the younger girl's, kissing her hard yet lovingly.
Imogen wanted to melt into the kiss, but wasn't going to let their dinner go to waste. We can get food into our system and then make out, she thought to herself. Slowly parting from Fiona, Imogen pulled out a chair for her, then sat right beside her. The couple was never one to sit across from each other if they could help it – they knew they would always be able to focus on each other and shut out the world with the closer proximity. It didn't hurt either that they would be in better touching distance.
The girls dug into their food, small talk filling the silence every now and then: not the awkward kind that would make the either of them squirm, but just the kind to hear one another's velvety voice.
As they moved onto dessert, they both would take a spoonful and feed the other. They stared adoringly into each other's eyes, wanting the loving ambiance to remain around them forever – even when they separated for university.
Fiona set down her utensil for a moment, smiling at Imogen. The tears were forming again so she leaned in, kissing the quirky girl's cheek.
Imogen laughed a little. "Fifi don't cry."
Fiona's voice broke as she wiped a couple stray tears, laughing at herself for reacting so silly. "I can't help it – this was just…perfect. Perfect isn't even great enough to describe this. You're so thoughtful, I just never imagined anything like this would exist."
Imogen's heart warmed, setting down her utensil as well. She slid her hand over Fiona's, playing with her fingers gently. "Well you're a princess – New York royalty. You deserve the best."
"So do you," Fiona laughed a little more uncomfortably through her tears, "so I'm not sure why you're with me."
Imogen made a face, saddened that Fiona would put herself down. Imogen lifted her free hand, taking hold of Fiona's chin and made sure they maintained eye contact. "You're incredible, Fions. I honestly can't imagine myself with anyone else," she admitted. She got a nervous, doing her best to not let her feelings for Fiona completely spill out. "I'm going to be a wreck when we're apart."
Fiona nodded, getting rid of the last of her tears. Her nose, eyes and cheeks had a red tinge, the sadness not entirely wiped from her face although the tears were. "Me too. I can't believe we won't be together next year…"
"Physically." Imogen reminded. "You'll always have me as long as you want me. I'm not going anywhere," she stressed. She lifted her hand, holding out her pinky and Fiona instinctively wrapped her pinky around her girlfriend's. Imogen continued, "I promise nothing between us will change next year, emotionally at least. Unless my love for you grows but I honestly might explode loving you any more than I already do."
Fiona stood, sliding into Imogen's lap. She put an arm around her girlfriend's shoulder, her free hand playing with the contours of Imogen's facial features. "Baby…"
"Yeah?"
Fiona smiled. "I'm so glad we're together. Especially here of all places."
"Me too Fi," Imogen nearly sang from happiness.
Fiona bit her own bottom lip for a moment, staring into Imogen's eyes. She was so in love, it was ridiculous, especially at such a young age. It wasn't the trivial type of romance where 'I love you' was casual thrown around. It also wasn't the type where they felt it was vital for them to have an abundance of public displays of affection or shout to the world that they were, in fact, in love. Their romance was between the two of them, and whoever witness what was happening did just that, but the girls mostly kept it all between the two of them, knowing people would inquire about their relationship because they were nosy, not because they genuinely cared.
Fiona couldn't see her future without Imogen – the girl was everything she could want, need and more. She gently pressed her forehead against Imogen's, smiling softly. "We've been so good…" she said softly.
Imogen immediately caught on. "And?" She questioned, grinning.
"Well…it's just you and me in here." Fiona said, her hands moving to the bottom of her own shirt. "And I know this place is innocent or whatever," she continued with a devious grin, "but that's kind of turning me on," she smirked. She grabbed the bottom of her long sleeve, pulling it off and tossed it away. She slid her hands to the back of Imogen's neck, lacing her fingers together, making sure her breasts were in full view for Imogen. "I want to do some naughty things with you," Fiona whispered, brushing her lips gently against her girlfriend's.
"Is that so?" Imogen probed, her hands sliding gently along Fiona's sides down to her hips.
"With you, to you. Same difference." The older girl winked.
Imogen leaned in, her lips locking tightly with Fiona's. They kissed hard, Fiona using her grip on Imogen to pull her in even more. A sensual surge went through their bodies like electricity, causing Imogen to push her tongue into Fiona's mouth, letting them tangle and wrestle in the older girl's mouth.
Imogen slid her arms around Fiona's waist, securing a good hold. She lifted her as she stood, gently dropping her onto the bed and moved on top of her.
Fiona moaned softly against Imogen's lips, sliding her fingertips along the tanner girl's body. Imogen pressed a bit of her body weight into Fiona, letting their bodies mold perfectly together.
Fiona rocked her hips gently, her attraction to Imogen growing stronger, her need and want for her girlfriend causing her hunger to increase. Fiona thrusted her hips up into Imogen's, their lower bodies grinding into one another.
Fiona tugged at Imogen's sweatshirt, begging in silence for it to come off. Imogen complied, parting from Fiona for seconds to strip off her top, both of their torsos now bare.
Imogen's lips snuck to Fiona's neck, causing Fiona to bite at her own bottom lip, doing her best to muffle her moans. But once Imogen began leaving hickies along her skin, Fiona moaned out louder, her lips moving to Imogen's ear.
"Baby…make love to me," she pleaded.
