Beth stirred next to me, opening her eyes then immediately screwing them shut against the light. "Too bright..."
She turned over. "Oh -- where's Francesca?"
I indicated a folded piece of paper in the empty space on the bed. "Looks like she left us a note."
Beth picked it up, reading aloud. "I'm not much for goodbyes, and I know we'll see each other again. Thank you so much for everything, take care. F."
She passed the note to me. "She's put an address, and a phone number."
Beth grinned. "So we have somewhere to send our first wedding invite."
She looked around the room. "'Cesca's left the grappa for us, anyway."
I couldn't help a quiet chuckle, and Beth caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "Was I really terrible last night? It's all a bit fuzzy."
"You were fine," I reassured. "Slightly more uninhibited, maybe."
I grinned. "And definitely funny, and sweet."
Beth leaned over to kiss me, smiling softly. "That's OK, then. Maybe once in a while we can enjoy ourselves the same way, just the two of us."
Her smile turned into a mischievous grin. "Francesca left something else behind, actually."
I looked around the room for some item of clothing, or an overlooked piece of jewellery, and Beth shook her head, her eyes dancing. "Not even warm."
She pulled back the covers. "I love the way you're always hard in the morning -- it's like an invitation, I might not always take advantage but it's nice to know it's there."
She moved down to brush me with her tongue. "Oh, yes, I can definitely taste her. And your stuff too."
She continued to use her tongue on me, then looked up. "Hey -- how am I ever going to finish this if you keep leaking?"
I chuckled. "Well, there are a couple of obvious ways."
"Later," Beth promised. She moved back up to kiss me, and I breathed in, picking up a faint aroma of Francesca. "Mm..."
"So," Beth's voice was more decisive. "It's our last day, too -- what shall we do?"
I glanced at the sliding doors. "I can't believe we've spent so little time in the pool."
I thought for a moment. "Or we could go back to the garden, there might be some more strawberries."
Beth shook her head. "Let's go somewhere we've not been before. Then we can swim before dinner."
"OK."
I pulled out the tourist guide, looking for something not too far from the town. "How about this?"
Beth looked where I was pointing. "Oh, yes, that sounds interesting."
She got to her feet. "If we shower before breakfast, we can get going straight afterwards."
"Want me to help?" I queried.
"Always," Beth smiled softly.
When we were ready, we made our way to the dining room, and Beth looked at the empty chair beside her wistfully. "Maybe we could do this every year, 'Cesca could come over in the summer?"
"Sure."
After breakfast, we walked to the car, and Beth slid into the passenger seat. "OK, let's go."
We left the town, the road continuing past the bluff, then onto the flatter countryside beyond. After a while Beth pointed ahead of us. "That must be it."
A futuristic dome rose high in the air, surrounded by flowering bushes and a few low buildings. I pulled into the car park, and we walked towards the ticket office. "Two, please," I smiled at the girl behind the desk.
She took my card, handing it back with a receipt, and we made our way towards the entrance, the two sets of doors feeling almost like an airlock. "We could imagine this is like an ark ship," Beth suggested. "You remember that old film we saw?"
"Oh, yes -- Silent Running, wasn't it?"
The inside doors closed behind us, the atmosphere suddenly much warmer, moist, droplets of water forming on our skin. I walked to the first display board, reading the description of the huge ferny plant which arched up from the green water.
"Look," pointed Beth, "butterflies."
The delicately-painted creatures flitted from leaf to leaf, one flying low enough to almost brush through Beth's hair, and she looked at me in delight. "So pretty -- thanks, Tim, this was a really good idea."
"Something even more amazing," I pointed. Ahead of us there was a flat shelf fixed to one of the handrails, and on it a dish filled with some clear liquid, teaspoons on a saucer.
"What's it for?" queried Beth.
"Watch."
I picked up a spoon, filling it with liquid and cupping my hand round it, lifting it a little way into the air. After a few seconds there was a hum of wings, and a tiny iridescent bird perched on my fingers, claws gripping with the slightest of pressure as the creature bent to dip its beak. "Oh!" exclaimed Beth, leaning closer. "It has a tiny brush on the end of its tongue."
I nodded. "They really love the sugar water."
Beth hesitated. "Do you think it's OK if I..."
She dipped a finger into the water, and blinked as another bird flew in almost too fast to see, perching and using its brushed tongue to catch the droplet of sweetness from Beth's fingertip. "It feels amazing," Beth breathed.
After a few moments the birds flew off, and Beth smiled. "Definitely we can do that again later. Let's see what else there is."