Casey stirred to the sound of a vibrating cell phone. Moments later, she heard Olivia speaking quietly, and wondered briefly who her wife was talking to. But Casey was too tired to keep her eyes open, so she allowed them to close, as she once more snuggled at the older woman's side. When she felt Olivia move, she moaned softly and opened her eyes, blinking in an attempt to force them to open. "Babe?" she asked softly.
Olivia turned to her and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful," she answered, planting a gentle kiss on the top of the beautiful attorney's head. "Did I wake you?"
"No," Casey murmured. "Well...the phone..." she admitted. She realized she was not making much sense, but it was much too early in the morning to function.
"Sorry, sweetie," Olivia answered, leaning down to kiss her passionately on the lips. Reading the confused look on the redhead's face, the detective smiled. "Don't worry, honey. That was just Melinda. She called to make sure we slept well."
Casey nodded. "Okay," she mumbled. "Yeah, we slept well," she addded absentmindedly.
Olivia chuckled. "You're so cute when you're sleepy. Most people are cranky in the morning, but you, well, you're just adorable. It's one of the many things I love about you."
"I love you too," Casey murmured as a sudden yawn snuck up on her. The attorney laid back down, burying her head in Olivia's pillow and looking up at the older woman. "Come back to bed," she requested. "We're not in New York. You don't have to worry about being called out of bed at all hours until we return. Until then, give your body the sleep it has missed in the last twenty years."
Olivia smiled and knelt down beside her, brushing a stray red curl out of Casey's eyes. "Casey, I have to make sure everything is in place for today. Besides, I need to go get us some breakfast from the cafe down the street. I should be back in a half hour or so. Until then, I want you to rest. I better not see your sexy self out of bed until I get back. Got it?"
The firm note in the detective's voice never failed to turn Casey on. After unsuccessfully attempting to formulate a valid argument, she sighed and nodded. "Got it, butchie," she mumbled.
Olivia smiled. Casey knew the detective loved it when she referred to her as her personal butch, and her queen. "Alright. I'll be back soon, baby." Kissing Casey one more time, she grabbed her wallet off of the nightstand. Casey realized for the first time that the older woman was already dressed, and she watched as Olivia slipped her wallet into the pocket of her slacks. And as the brunette exited the hotel room, Casey settled back against the pillows, falling peacefully asleep once more.
Forty five minutes later, Casey was staring blankly at the myriad of food in front of her. Olivia had set up a tray beside the bed, and mandated Casey to eat in bed, and to relax. However, Casey was shocked at the amount of food in front of her. Crepes, croissants, and various flavors of spread stared back at her. Toast, eggs, and special coffee rested on the tray, among a large assortment of other foods. "Are you trying to make me gain twenty pounds in one day?" the redhead asked.
Olivia grinned, and began preparing a plate for her. "I already have that all planned out, my dear. I will feed you, then, to burn the fat, I will make passionate love to you. You know what they say. An hour of sex burns one hundred and fifty calories. If we make love all day, you'll burn many pounds."
"Leave it to you to research sex as a fat burning outlet," Casey replied, rolling her eyes.
"Guilty," Olivia responded, winking seductively. "I got all of your favorites. Belgian waffles, eggs with black truffles, and..." The detective trailed off, making Casey wonder if it was possible to die of curiosity. Finally, Olivia put her out of her misery by adding "Chocolat chaud."
"Aww, babe, you even pronounced it right. Now let's see if you know what that translates to."
Olivia paused from smearing peanut butter on one of the waffles. "Case, you know I don't speak French," she replied. Seeing the anticipating look on Casey's face, she sighed and took a guess. "Let me see...chocolat chaud...cold coffee?"
Casey couldn't help but dissolve into giggles. Seeing the look Olivia gave her, she kissed her in apology. "No, babe. Chocolat chaud literally means hot chocolate. Besides, look at it. Does that look like cold coffee? Especially since there is steam rising from it?"
"I told you my French was rusty!" Olivia protested. "I hope you know that you will be severely punished for mocking an officer of the law," she added as she finished preparing Casey's plate and handed it to her. "That's illegal you know."
Casey shook her head. "I'm invoking my constitutional right of free speech, which also covers freedom of the press, religion, assembly, and the ability to petition to the government."
"And the freedom to moan my name in ecstasy when I'm done with you," Olivia added. It was not a question, but a promise, and Casey knew there was no way to get out of it. Not that she would ever want to do so.
"Yeah, but that falls under freedom of speech. See, it uses the vocal cords, so the court recognizes it as speech."
Olivia rolled her eyes and finished preparing her own plate of food, which was heaping with everything on the menu. "Okay, smart ass," she replied, taking her seat beside Casey on the bed. Casey had no sooner taken a tiny sip of her hot chocolate when the detective reached over and began tickling her.
Casey shrieked, barely managing to swallow, rather than spew her drink all over the place. "What the hell?" she cried out. Seeing the alpha gleam in Olivia's eyes, the redhead leaned over and bit her as hard as she could, sinking her teeth into the older woman's neck. Olivia immediately let out a low groan. Casey purred, pulling back. "I can play at that game too," she murmured, before happily dipping her crepe in chocolate syrup and taking a dainty bite.
An hour later, breakfast was finished and Olivia had done the dishes. Their hotel room was like a mini apartment, having its own kitchenette, bathroom, and of course, bedroom. They finished eating together and Casey brushed her teeth three times, until the syrupy taste in her mouth was gone. Once she had rinsed her mouth, she looked in the mirror just in time to see Olivia standing behind her.
"Hey, beautiful," Olivia whispered, turning her around and pinning her to the counter, kissing her passionately. "Have I ever told you just how much I love you?"
Casey let out a quiet moan in response. "I never tire of hearing it," she purred.
"No?" Olivia asked. "Let's see. I love you more than the sun loves light. I love you more than the fish love the sea. I love you more than anything in the world, Casey. And I will never let you forget that."
"I love you more than I have ever loved anyone," Casey murmured. "No one has ever made me feel safer or more loved than you. I know when I'm with you that I can be myself, and that no matter what, nothing will ever tear us apart."
Olivia smiled softly and cupped Casey's face in her hands, lifting her chin so that their eyes locked. "You are my princess. And I will never stop loving you." As she finished speaking, the detective brushed her fingertips across Casey's thighs. The younger woman was covered in nothing more than the top sheet from the bed. She had fallen asleep completely naked, after hours of making passionate love. As Olivia's fingers wandered up Casey's thighs, she gently pushed the sheet up.
Casey watched, feeling her heart pound in her chest as the older woman's fingers moved closer and closer to their desired target. The attorney let out a moan, her breath catching in her throat as Olivia continued to push the sheet up. Olivia brushed her fingertips between Casey's legs, and her right thumb began to gently massage Casey's already heard clitoris.
The attorney moaned as soon as Olivia touched her, throwing her head back. There was no way to deny how incredibly turned on she had already become, thanks to the older woman's torturously slow assault of her body. "Olivia," she begged, knowing she wouldn't last long. She was already far too worked up for that.
Understanding the soft plea, Olivia slowly penetrated her, first with two fingers, then three. Casey continued to moan, wrapping her legs around the detective's waist. She braced herself by gripping the countertop, feeling the incredible pleasure take hold of every inch of her body, destroying any rational thought in her mind. And when she came moments later, and Olivia kissed her passionately in an effort to silence her screams, Casey wrapped her arms around her wife's neck, biting her ever so gently. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too, sweetheart," Olivia murmured, kissing Casey once more. "What do you say we take a steamy shower together and get ready for the special surprise I have planned for the day? I'm not saying what the surprise is, but it does involve a special landmark here in The City of Love."
Casey resisted the urge to ask what the surprise was, because she knew no amount of guessing or pleading would convince Olivia to reveal it. So, as her breathing slowly returned to normal after her orgasm, she nodded. "Sounds perfect," she murmured.
Olivia nodded and walked over to the shower, turning the water on to Casey's ideal temperature. Walking over to the counter, she helped Casey down and smiled. "It's ready. Come," she instructed.
"Oh, please don't say come," Casey groaned. After a few seconds of standing, she managed to stabilize herself and follow Olivia. Olivia untangled the redhead from the sheet covering her naked body, before she, too, stripped. As Olivia helped her into the shower, before she, too, stepped in and closed the curtain, Casey smiled. "This is only the first day on this trip, and already, it is one of the best days of my life. Of course, that would be because I'm with the woman I love with all my heart."
Olivia smiled. "I'm glad, Case. All I want is for you to be happy, and if that's the case, then I have fulfilled my dream."
Casey returned the smile with one of her own, but before she could respond, another yawn escaped her. "It would be better if I could actually wake up," she complained.
"Well, it's a good thing jet lag does not seem to affect you for long, judging by our honeymoon. Now come here," Olivia ordered, pulling Casey close and kissing her passionately. Meanwhile, she lathered a washcloth with a bottle of Casey's favorite body wash, which she had bought on her way back from the cafe. She had been surprise to find it there, but had realized it wasn't all that odd, as Casey usually had it imported from Paris. Kissing Casey once more, Olivia began to wash Casey's body, gently and lovingly. Casey's body fell under the spell of Olivia's touch, and all she knew then was that she never wanted this moment to end.
Author's note: Well, what did you guys think? Please review, letting me know what you thought of this chapter, and the trip in general. Reviews equal updates. Thanks for reading. It means so much to me as an author. Knowing what people think is an incredible thing.