Jane grinned as the hot water from the shower pounded her body relentlessly. Reluctantly she had gotten up and into the shower. Maura had insisted that she’d organise something for them to eat while she was in there and so, Jane had got out of bed and showered.

A knock at the door roused Maura from her daydream and she got to her feet to answer it. A young man stood there with a trolley.

“Good evening Ma’am!” He greeted her cheerfully. “Room service?” he continued when she made no response.

“Yes thank you. Put it there.” Maura pulled the large door open and gestured vaguely with her arm. A warmth spread over her and she wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the evening or the glow of rekindled fire in her relationship.

The young man hovered momentarily as if awaiting a tip but Maura paid him no attention, not out of rudeness or an unwillingness to tip the young man; she simply had forgotten he was even there.
When he realised no tip would be forthcoming, he backed from the room, leaving the blonde to her thoughts.

“Jane, food’s here!” Maura called towards the bathroom, although she knew that Jane would no more hear her than her mother would.
It didn’t matter, what she had ordered wasn’t hot anyway.

Stepping back towards the balcony, Maura couldn’t help but gasp at the weather. At some point in their passionate love making, a storm had begun to brew; thunderheads had turned the night sky a strange shade of orange, almost as if it were about to snow. In the distance, lightning forked into the ocean and Maura knew that would make Jane laugh.
Many years ago, when they had first started dating, they had gone down to the beach to see the sun rise. Instead of a glorious morning, it had poured with rain but neither woman had seemed to notice. The lightning had forked into the ocean and Jane had giggled; ‘Is that how you get electric eels?’ she laughed. From that moment on, she had never failed not to laugh at the sight.

“Whatcha looking at?” Jane asked, wrapping her arms around Maura’s waist and kissing her neck softly.