- This is it? Tomas doesn’t sound very happy seeing their hotel room.
– I think it’s nice. Oona says.
Tomas grunts.
– Not what I expected from suite.
– Don’t be like that, Oona sighs. – I know you’d wanted fancier room but I don’t mind. It’s more than good for me and I find other ones just waste of money.
Start of their vacation together doesn’t start as Oona wished. It’s way too hot and Tomas is hungry and grumpy. Top of that he is displeased of her choice of hotel.
– It’s air conditioned? She tries to save it. – Top floor? Bed looks comfy too.
– Next time I’m choosing the hotel, he murmurs.
– Come on, Oona sighs. Tomas wants luxury but Oona doesn’t get why little better than average won’t do. - We are here together, no work, no meddling siblings. Just us.
– Ok. It might work, he finally agrees. – Let’s get out and find something to eat?
After hours of walking in hot city they finally arrive to @ravintolatelakka .
– I love this athmosphere! Oona muses.
– Quite bohemian, Tomas thinks and looks like he’s not staying here.
– Would you stop being grumpy ass, Oona huffs.
– Sorry.
– You are so damn picky about it all, Oona isn’t amused anymore. – You have disagreed about all the places I tried to suggest.
– Gothic and metal places? Tomas sneers.
- There were others too. Oona starts sounding icy. – You are completely intolerable snob when you are hungry! I’m getting tired, frustrated and I’m staying here. I just want to sit down, have something to drink and to eat!
– Fine! Let’s stay here then.
They order and eat in silence. Both annoyed with their company.
– I need to apologize, Tomas says the time they get their desserts. – It’s a good place. Food was good. Actually quite perfect for this weather.
– You admit being wrong? Oona is suprised.
– I don’t want to argue, baby girl, Tomas gets softer tone into his voice.
– Me neither, Oona sighs. – Didn’t you eat before we left?
– Just a light lunch.
– I can tell, Oona rolls her eyes.
– You were right. This place has a nice, unique athmosphere. Tomas looks around. – Quite romantic actually.
– Mm.
– Are you still angry to me? Tomas wraps his arm to Oona’s waist.
– Not really. Well, no. Oona smiles. – I’ve missed being like this.
– Me too, baby.
Oona collapses to bed. She feels exhausted from the heatwave. Aircon feels so good after being outside.
– You look good there, baby, Tomas looks her and undresses too.
– My legs are killing me, Oona says. – I wasn’t prepared for walking so long.
– I could give you massage, Tomas drops rest of his clothes.
– Please do, Oona lifts her leg to his hands as he comes to bedside.
– As you wish. Tomas is good with his hands, makes Oona whine and sigh with pleasure. He works his way to her thighs and bum.
– God how sore my muscles are, Oona mumbles to her pillow.
– You were quite tense when I started, Tomas states and keeps massaging.
- I’m turning putty under your touch, she sounds pleased.
Tomas let’s out low chuckle.
– Well. I’m not.
– Really? Oona smirks. She’s relaxed, comfortable and enjoying from his touch. It’s been long time she actually enjoyed it. It started as easing her sore legs but this way they share more intimacy and she gets turned on.
– You’ll find out soon enough, baby girl. His hands travel to her inner things and continue massage. His fingers work on her, gently putting fingers in to her wet core. Oona whimpers and cries out of pleasure when the steady rhythm makes her come. Only then Tomas gives in to his own lust.
Oona breathed heavily, feeling him penetrate her and for sometime she’s
fully into it. Then the thoughts, doubts start to run again in her head and she really need to concentrate to keep the feeling on. She closes her eyes and imagines someone else making love to her. It helps but lefts her feel guilty doing so.
- I miss us being this way, Tomas yawns and lazily strokes Oona’s Back.
– Mm, She replies, almost asleep.
– I wish we could go back to what it was before.
– What do you mean? Oona opens her eyes.
– Time when intimacy wasn’t a problem between us, he sighs. – When it was more spontaneus.
Oona snorts.
– Not fair. You keep wanting intoxication that new couples have. It doesn’t last.
– I feel you don't want me most of the times anymore. Do you know how it hurts?
Oona feels like being strangled. Blame feels like being whipped with stinging and cutting blades.
– I’ve been stressed, she replies.
– For some years? Tomas questions her.
Oona can’t say anything to that. It was an excuse and she doesn’t have proper answer for it.
– Baby, please don’t cry, Tomas pets her hair. – Didn’t mean to make you cry.
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