Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 6 - Day 4

When Rarity woke, she was alone.“Hmm… Tavi?” She called out softly, lifting a groggy head to peer about the bungalow.

“In here, love.” Octavia’s voice came from the bathroom. Rarity crawled out of the frumpy bed to see what it was her love had gotten into. Peeking in through the door, she saw Octavia’s nude form stretched out on the floor beside the toilet. She looked haggard.

“Too much to drink?”

“I have got the worst headache.” Octavia moaned. As Rarity stepped in, Octavia sat up and heaved into the toilet once more. Rarity held her hair out of the way and sat by her side until she was done. Afterwards, she helped her wife into the shower, and scrubbed her hair for her. Octavia was shaking by the time they were done, so Rarity helped her change into pajamas and sit at the dinner table. She herself was starved, so she began making them a hearty lunch. The food did wonders for Octavia’s condition, and when she had stopped shaking, Rarity was able to talk at a normal volume. An idea struck her then, and she smiled over her shoulder.

“How would you feel about taking advantage of the spa facilities here?”

“Ooh.” Octavia grinned at the thought. “That’s an idea.”

“I’ll call Jason.” Rarity fetched the PDA from Octavia’s shed clothes and saw the battery was low. Plugging it back into the charger, she pressed the button for their resort guide. Jason answered promptly.

“Good afternoon to you, Miss Rarity. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“I most certainly did, but I think perhaps too much. Octavia and I were thinking about visiting the spa today. Could you arrange that for us?”

“Most certainly. Will you be wanting the deluxe package, or the evening session?” Rarity glanced over her shoulder at Octavia, sitting at the dinner table clutching a cup of steaming tea.

“The deluxe package, if we could.”

“You may want to consider preparing for transportation soon, if you want to finish in time for dinner. I’ll be around in ten minutes.”

“About dinner.” Rarity pulled up a menu during their conversation. “We’d like that seaside dinner package. Is that alright?”

“We’ll have your meal ready for you the moment you’re done with your spa session, Rarity.”

“Excellent, thank you.”

“See you in ten.”

“Ta.” Rarity smiled and left the PDA behind. Octavia looked up at her with baggy eyes, but a smile on her lips. “Jason will be around in ten minutes to pick us up. Afterwards, they’ll have dinner ready for us. You might want to change into something a little more appropriate. Granted, we’ll likely have to take it off when we get to the spa, but still.”

“Hmm. Alright.” Octavia moved a little less sluggishly, and even helped Rarity gather up their clothes from last night before changing herself. They wore matching capri pants and blouses, and just as Jason pulled up to pick them up, Rarity had finished slipping into her sandals. Jason looked a little bit better for the wear than either of them, but Rarity could tell he wasn’t one hundred percent. The poor fellow had to work after last night’s clubbing, after all. She wondered if there were other guests he had to tend to, or if he had other duties while he wasn’t chauffeuring them about. The sky was overcast that afternoon, and Rarity could smell lightning in the air. The sea was crowned in whitecaps, and the breakers looked a little more vicious today than when she and Octavia had frolicked in the surf just two days past.

All of that was forgotten as she and Octavia arrived at the main building. Jason led them through the main lobby and into the reception area for the spa. Rarity was thankful there was no one else waiting. That meant there probably wasn’t anyone else here today. A bubbly spa attendant smiled at them as they approached, and Jason left them in her ‘capable hands.’ Her name was Natasha, and she had an incredibly thick accent. Rarity almost couldn’t understand her, but she and Octavia followed along when she passed through the door behind the counter. Being no stranger to spas, she and Octavia knew the drill. They shed their clothes into two identical baskets, and left their PDA to charge at the front desk. Naked as the day they were born, both women padded through the changing room and into the shower area.

They started with shampoos, conditioners, and other hair treatments. These they had to apply on their own, but the rigorous scrubbing helped wake Rarity up from the sleep. Afterwards, Natasha and another spa attendant by the name of Tanya (who also had a thick accent) helped wrap their hair. Nude and dripping, they were led from the shower and into the mud baths. This was probably Rarity’s favorite part of any spa trip. She and Octavia lowered themselves into adjacent tubs, leaving their arms above the water so Natasha and Tanya could give them manicures. Coupled with facials and seaweed wraps in their hair, Rarity could only sit in the mud and soak up the attention and the minerals.

She had lost track of time, but when the mud began to drain from around them, she knew it was time to move. The facials were buffed away, the seaweed unwound, and the mud rinsed off of their bodies. Natasha and Tanya wrapped them in warm, fluffy towels, helping dry them off. After that, they changed into similarly fluffy robes and made their way to the salon. Here, there were two different ladies, and they were all about small talk. Where Natasha and Tanya were quiet and diligent, these two were gossipy and lively.

“Why hello there!” Their entrance into the salon was cheerful. Natasha and Tanya left with quiet bows, while Rarity and Octavia were soon buffeted by the new women. “My name is Jennifer, and this is-“

“Glitter.” The second woman introduced herself with a firm handshake. Both of them were heavy-set and brightly dressed, with wild hairstyles. Jennifer sported a wide streak of neon-green through her braided hair, while Glitter lived up to her name. Her hair shimmered like the sands on the beach on a bright day. “No, wait, hang on.” Glitter pulled up short of Octavia, her eyes wide. “Jen, look at her hair. That face.”

“Hmm? Oh. Oh! No way, you can’t be-“ Rarity glanced at Octavia, but instead of the customary frown, she found a warm smile painted across her lover’s lips.

“Yes. I’m Octavia, cellist for the Canterlot Symphony.” Jennifer and Glitter came together with an excited squeal, bouncing just a little.

“Come on, come in, ladies!” Jennifer ushered them towards two chairs sitting side-by-side, bubbling happily. “If this is miss Octavia, then you must be…”

“Rarity.” She just managed to bleat out before she was gingerly pushed down into one of the chairs.

“We both watched the recording of your performances, Octavia.” Jennifer peeled off to fetch two carts packed to the brim with hair care supplies while Glitter began bustling about, laying towels underneath the foot of either chair and setting smaller trays of pedicure products nearby. “You designed those dresses, didn’t you, Rarity?” They went on like that for ages. Each time she or Octavia would share some detail about their lives, Jennifer and Glitter would come back with ‘I heard about so-and-so, and he did something similar’ or ‘does miss what’s-her-face do the same?’ By the time their hair had been cleaned, combed, and styled, Rarity had no doubt in her mind. These two were professional gossipers. She wondered if their visit to this particular salon on this day of all days had just decided the local tabloid’s headlines for the next month. As they departed with a warm hug and a bright smile from both women, Rarity honestly didn’t mind.

Next came the massages. Natasha and Tanya rendezvoused with them outside of the salon, and led them down a yet-unexplored hallway. The room they turned into was rather reminiscent of their bungalow. Tanya pulled on a hefty rope near the wall, and Rarity watched the roll-up section lift to open the room to the sea. It was raining outside. The waves crashed against the beach not twenty feet from their room, and the sand between them and the ocean was impacted with a million tiny craters from the fat droplets of water. The sound was soothing. Between the waves and the rain, Rarity felt herself relaxing already. But they weren’t here to watch the rain fall on the waves. Natasha and Tanya knelt on the floor, and lifted two collapsible massage tables up from concealed spots on the ground. Rarity and Octavia stripped once more and laid face-down on the table. Their buttocks were draped with small towels, to allow them whatever amount of decency they had left after showing off for the two spa technicians already.

Rarity had almost ignored Jason’s quip about leaving them in ‘capable’ hands. But the first touch against her muscles brought the memory to Rarity’s mind, alongside a fresh wave of relaxation. She groaned audibly, and just off to her left, Octavia mirrored her. Rarity could have died and gone to heaven and it wouldn’t have been this good. She closed her eyes and let the masseuse’s fantastic hands rub away each knot in her muscles. There seemed to be hundreds. Some of them hurt when they released, but Natasha quickly soothed the pain into a mind-numbing sense of relief and relaxation.

It wasn’t until she felt Octavia’s hand take her own that Rarity remembered she was here with her wife. They clasped hands, letting them hang in the space between the two tables. The sound of the rain falling on the waves and an occasional murmur from one or the other about how good this felt was all they heard. It could have been two hours, two minutes, or even two days, but Rarity was suddenly being ushered up off of the table. She felt like she was floating on a cloud. Not an unknown experience, but still a unique one. She and Octavia shrugged back into their fluffy white robes and beamed at their companion masseuses.

“Thank you so much.” Rarity sighed, offering a hand. Natasha took it with a smile, and Tanya even went so far as to wrap both of them in a gentle hug. Rarity thought their treatment was over. Instead, the two women led Rarity and Octavia outside. The rain had stopped at some point during their massage, leaving a surprisingly clear, dark sky behind. The stars were out in force, glimmering faintly as the once-troubled waves contentedly lapped at the beach. Compared to the downpour they had seen just a few minutes ago, Rarity was surprised to see things so calm outside. Perhaps the massage had an impact not just on her, but on the weather as well. She giggled at the thought, drawing a questioning look from Octavia.

They were lead out onto a small pier. At the end sat a pavilion of sorts, lit with candles and soft lamps. As they arrived underneath the protection of a wide, low canopy, Rarity was struck by the sight of a candlelit table, two chairs, two full glasses of wine, and an entire spread of the best-looking food she had ever seen. Jason stood by, dressed in a formal suit and tie, his one hand resting on the back of a chair he had just pulled out.

“Miss Rarity. Miss Octavia. It will be my pleasure to serve you this evening.” Rarity took the offered seat, dumbfounded. Octavia looked much the same as she sat opposite Rarity. The pier was surrounded on three sides by ocean, and the one side that wasn’t was off to Rarity’s left anyways. She could see out to the horizon from here, where the stars met the sea in an endless blanket of night. The sun had already gone down for the night, so the only light they were allowed were the candles and the soft lamplight. Rarity didn’t have any words to describe the scenario. Well, she had one. Octavia spoke her mind.

“Perfect.”

Dinner was spectacular. Rarity was almost loathe to leave the candlelit pier. The soft sound of waves lapping against the support beams and soft conversation accompanied the delicious meal, and by the end, Rarity was feeling moderately frisky. Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe having to watch her naked lover be rubbed down by another woman. Maybe it was the memory of last night’s dancing, or maybe it was just the atmosphere of the beach and the resort in general. But by the time they had finished dessert, Rarity was ready to go back to the bungalow. Octavia seemed to share her sentiment. Jason led them back to the spa, where they changed back into their clothes and re-joined Jason on the golf cart back to their bungalow. They bid him goodnight with a hug and a smile before slipping inside.

The bungalow was pitch-black. But Rarity didn’t need to see to find Octavia. She met her lover’s hand in the cool blackness, gently twining their fingers together. Octavia took a step closer, her breath mingling with Rarity’s. They hugged. Gently. Passionately. Rarity slid her hands around Octavia’s shoulders, and her wife wrapped her arms around Rarity’s slender waist. Octavia was so warm and soft; a stark contrast to the cool tile and cooler ocean air. Rarity never wanted to let her go. She felt the night air’s chill flee underneath Octavia’s warmth, leaving her comforted and happy in its wake. They stood like that for a long while. It was Octavia who moved first. She pulled back just enough to rest her forehead to Rarity’s.

“I love you, Rarity.” She whispered. It was hardly louder than a breath. Rarity wouldn’t have heard it if Octavia had been any further away. But the intimate, quiet whisper didn’t go missed. Rarity’s lips curled into a soft smile, and she whispered her reply.

“I love you too, Octavia.”

Their lips met in the silence that followed. The kiss was hesitant at first. Shy, even. It was a maiden’s kiss, unsure and slow. They parted for a soft breath before trying again. This time, it felt almost like a schoolyard kiss. Tenuous, excited and fast. Rarity’s lips were hardly wet. But then came the best kiss yet. This was a lover’s kiss. It came with conviction, passion, and eagerness. Rarity could taste Octavia’s desire, could feel the soft tremble of her lower lip. Her fingers tightened around Octavia’s shoulders, drawing her closer, and Octavia pulled their hips together.

Rarity almost gasped when she felt Octavia’s tongue. It brushed against the swell of her upper lip, as if asking permission to enter her mouth. Rarity let it in eagerly, moaning just a little as she felt the slippery muscle press between her lips. Her own rose to meet the challenge, and the dance began. It was slow, measured, and slippery. Rarity’s heart began to hammer in her chest, even as Octavia pressed her nails into the small of her back.

Somehow, they found the bed. Rarity’s heart leapt into overdrive as she felt the sensation of falling, but Octavia kept her held tight until they impacted the bed. The jostling fall lifted Rarity’s blouse over her midriff. Octavia landed on top of her, straddling Rarity’s waist with a small, devious smile on her lips. Rarity’s heart didn’t calm down. If anything, it beat faster. Her hands slid up from Octavia’s shoulders into her hair. The long, luxuriously silken strands glided beneath her fingers. She could never get enough of toying with Octavia’s hair. It was always so excellently taken care of, she could stroke and comb it with her fingers for hours on end with no impact. Octavia’s own hands rose up from her hips, caressing the flat expanse of flesh on her exposed stomach. The first touch sent shivers up her spine. Rarity arched her back with a soft sound.

“Aah…” It was the first sound she could remember making. A soft gasp, barely audible over the sound of the waves outside. Octavia didn’t miss it, though. She grinned and leaned in, kissing Rarity’s cheek gently. Her hands had a mind of their own, it seemed. Rarity’s skin was warm and soft after the trip to the spa, and Octavia was keen on exploring all of it she could. Her fingers slid over each inch of flesh, from the small of her back, the underside of her breasts, and even inside of her belly button. They kissed now and then. Rarity would touch her lips to Octavia’s chin, her cheek, or even her neck. Now and then, their lips would meet for a long, slow kiss.

One of those kisses turned deeper. Rarity felt her head pressed back into the cool sheets as Octavia deepened the embrace, her hands sliding up Rarity’s bare sides. Her blouse lifted up over her breasts, exposing the soft mounds of skin to the cool air. Rarity almost shivered. But there was a warm touch that followed. Octavia whimpered into the kiss as her hands pressed into Rarity’s chest, gingerly gripping her. Rarity felt her nipples grow hard almost immediately. There was a pressure building up in her core, one that wouldn’t be ignored. Rarity felt her head begin to swim. The touches, the kisses, the cool night air and the soft sound of the waves… Rarity was in heaven.

“Rarity,” Octavia’s breath washed over her face. Both of them were panting slightly, their chests rising and falling. “I want you. I need you.” She was pleading now. Her words sent another shiver up Rarity’s spine. There was a sense of desperation in those words. Rarity could tell; Octavia wasn’t kidding. She wasn’t saying those things to excite or arouse Rarity.

She was saying them because she truly, honestly did need Rarity.

And Rarity needed her.

Octavia was her rock, her tower, her one consolation and friend. In those deep, amber-colored eyes, Rarity knew she could find caring and compassion, understanding, and most importantly, love. They were two broken, strange creatures, hurt and scarred by lovers past. They had seen many things between the two of them, and had suffered some trials together. Maybe that was what had brought them together. Or maybe it was some strange chance; some random happenstance that drew their wayward souls to one another. Whatever it was, there was a reason for the ring on Rarity’s left hand. She lifted that hand up to Octavia’s face, gently cupping her cheek. She whispered her next words.

“I’m yours.”