“That’s a good little wizard.” She patted his wrinkled cheek before turning to the new arrivals. “Unless you want to paint each other, it might be good to wash that off before it dries. Either way, I’ll show you where your room is. It has a shower in the bath. Get messy, get dirty, get clean: no pressure, it’s your choice.”
She strode off toward the house, Jay and Robin following. “Our room?” Robin mouthed silently to him.
“Get dirty.” He replied the same way with another wiggle of his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes while he tried to not be too obvious with his as he watched their striking guide’s firm round bottom sway with each long stride.
“Here you are.” Ruby held the door open for them. The room was small but neatly painted a bright turquoise. It held a small four poster bed and a nightstand. One wall was dominated by a psychedelic painting of what might have been the Madonna and Child. A rounded clay sculpture, a headless figure reminiscent of prehistoric figurines, rested on the white window sill beside a spiky aloe plant in a hand-thrown pot. A second door was closed.
“The bathroom is through there and the towels are clean. Take your time, love birds. There’ll be plenty of supper whenever you feel like it.”
Robin pulled him inside and closed the door. She pushed him back when he tried to wrap her up in his arms. “Keep that paint off me, yellow belly.”
“Yellow belly? Are you calling me Chicken?”
“Nice one.” Robin leaned against the bathroom door, biting her lower lip as she drew a hand up between her parted legs. “I was thinking you might be willing to suck some of my sap.”
“Dang, girl, you are good! Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker has to be one of the all time great bird names.” Jay licked his lips. “You want it now, or after the shower? Or both?”
She pouted at him. “I want it now. I’ve never wanted it like I want it, Jay. But I really do want to clean up first, okay?”
He dropped to one knee and grabbed her hand, kissed the back of it. “Sweet lady, your wish is my command. Might I scrub your back?”
She smiled down at him. He didn’t think he’d ever grow immune to the effect it had. “I hoped you’d ask. Rise, sir Knight.”
Instead, jay lowered his head and took her fingers into his mouth. The fingers that had just slipped between her legs. Robin’s body shuddered as she leaned against the door. He stood, close to her, and whispered. “Just a little taste, for now.”
She moved away from the door to open it, felt something stiff bump her middle. “Why, sir Knight, when I told you to rise, you really rose.”
Once the water was running, while waiting for it to warm, Robin wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Not hard, not hurried, but slow and deep. His arms pulled her fully against him, neither worried about paint at all.
The shower head was the wide kind that rained the water gently over them. Neither could have said how long they stayed under it. No words were spoken. There were murmurs, a sort of cooing, and more than a few joyful shared giggles.
After they both rinsed off, Robin washed her own long hair. Jay washed her body. He was very thorough, almost leisurely slow, giving extra care to the boobies responsible for bringing them together.