Her buzz is all but gone by the time they reach their destination, the world gone darker as they traveled. The storm that had been so destructive had not yet reached this far west, though it was threatening on the horizon still. But forward... the stars unveiled themselves like diamonds scattered on a black velvet cushion.
They neared a Whale Rock at last, K's driving having gotten them there in record time. In the dull glow of the street lights she picked out the lines of familiar buildings. The post office, the town hall. A dozen little shops and diners designed for tourists. It was a quiet, quaint little town. It was home. Or it had been, many years ago. Now it was a tourist trap, and today she was a tourist. Why she had chosen to come here... the art deco lines of the town's nicest hotel came into view, just a couple streets away from the beach front. It was a little softened around the edges by time and salt water air, but the gardens were still flourishing. The sleek car pulled in to the parking lot, and for a moment the pair just took in the ambience. It was a pity it had taken this long to get him here.
And then he's at her door, hand held out obligingly once she had exited the low car. One carefully plucked brow lifts, but the expression is softened with a teasing smile. "Now this brings me back." She commented with a throaty laugh, admiring the way his face was framed by the night. For the first time she noticed the beginnings of crows feet in the corners of his silvery eyes. Time had passed, but he was still able to make her stomach flutter, she couldn't help but notice. Placing her hand into his larger one, she allowed the touch between them as they made their way to the illuminated entrance. The soft contact of his lips to her hand was sweet in a way she had missed.
A step ahead, she pushed open the door revealing the evening lit hotel lobby. Jewel toned decor was tasteful and inviting, the girl at the reception desk familiar. Still walking ahead, her face gave off a look of stern warning to the tired looking blonde behind the counter. The woman's look of surprise quickly melted back into placid welcome. A smart silver tag on her cream blouse proclaimed her to be "Sherrie". A brief conversation later and she had procured a pair of glossy room key cards and a number for a suite in the back corner of the building.
It was with new urgency that she broke them away from the lobby and into a dimly lit hallway. It was a throwback to their youths, when they were wild things with no responsibilities or cares the way she lead him by the hand down one hallway, around a bend, and across another. She briefly considered a detour through the pool. It didn't bear thinking about how long it had been since she'd skinny dipped last. But no, there was a purpose to their excursion. And that purpose needed to be fulfilled sooner rather than later. 17,18,19... 20. A gold plated number proclaimed itself in the middle of their door, matching knob waiting inviting to be turned. "Here we are." She announced needlessly.
One hand hovered before the card slot, back turned only slightly to her companion. It hesitated there a moment, before she turned back to face the unearthly man who'd driven through the night just because she'd asked him to. Every detail of him was familiar and new simultaneously. The wave of his hair, the glimmer of his famous silver eyes. That particular curve of his lips and jawline. The way he crinkled his nose when he was upset. It was like a song she hadn't heard in years but still somehow knew every word to. It was impulsive, like everything else tonight, and later she would claim her hand moved of its own accord.
It reached up to curve against his slightly stubbly cheek, to pull him down into a burning kiss. There in the hallway she let the desire she'd been mostly holding at bay take over. It was time. Liquid fire spread throughout her belly and lower, making her blindly reach behind for the lock without breaking contact. She'd never be able to show her face in this county again if she got caught screwing a guy in the hallway. It would be doubly a sin with a perfectly good bed just feet away. Her cupid bow mouth curved into a devilish grin at the thought. There was going to be hell to pay in the morning, but she intended to make it worthwhile. The hand that hand been at his face now slid down his throat to begin fumbling at the lavender tie and the buttons underneath. Clearly, they were both wearing far too much clothing. "Come in sweetheart, we have long overdue business to attend to." Her tone was breathy and demanding at the same time as the door behind her back clicked open at last.
SABRA
I'm Hell on Heels, Say What You Will
@[Klaudius] moved things along a bit <3