His body shook in silent laughter before he grunted, “Sorry Summer,” then rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. Victor wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “That was fantastic.” Each word was accented by a kiss in her hair.
Slowly she hitched herself up over him, rocking a little. “You always say that,” she murmured, smiling, hair falling in ruffled waves over her face. “I think we had better take a shower together, and no shenanigans.”
He chuckled a bit, “That’s because it always is fantastic dear.” Victor gave her a kiss then nodded, “That’s probably a good idea, we still have a little bit before we have to leave for the show.” He got up and headed for the bathroom to start the shower so that it would be warm for them. He peeked out of the bathroom and smirked at her, “I’ll behave if you promise to love.”
Summer laughed, pinning her hair back up atop her head. “I /always/ behave. What is this nonsense? I am a perfect angel.” Peeling back out of the dress, she sauntered into the bathroom, one hand playing with the necklace.
Victor chuckled, “Sure love,” then he took his watch off and set it on the sink top before turning to look at Summer. “So you like the necklace then?” He gave her another peck on the lips then stepped inside the shower.
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”