Three or Four Years Earlier.... Rio De Janeiro: The Copacabana Palace Hotel
Walking into the crowded bar, I surveyed the room quickly. 3 cameras; each in their own corner, and a lone security guard who didn't look like he could be more than a ten second problem for me. Fat, bald, a five star hotel could do better if they were willing to be a little more generous
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I'm not surprised. I would have danced a little more if Sam wanted to, but I knew he wouldn't. He knows exactly where this is leading, and he'd rather encourage it than stop it. That's Sam.
Sam whose eyes are just a little bit more blue when I'm pleasantly warm and enjoying my nice tipsy feeling. This was a good idea. I can't remember whose it was, but it was a good one.
One of us is very smart, and both of us are very hot. In all kinds of ways that should be shared, like vodka even though for the most part the vodka kept being stolen by Sam the tall and dumbass the alcoholic.
Sharing is caring, right? Like if I wanted to share a kiss...
No.
No. No. No.
I'm just going to get us going if I do that.
"Then what would you suggest that we do now?"
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I suggest we go to the nearest hotel, there's lots of sex for Sam, and after that... no real plans. I don't really care about the rest of it. The rest can go whatever way it wants, I really don't mind that part.
Sex for Sam first. Everything else second.
"Hotel?"
Yeah, I'm going to try and behave myself, but in the state I'm in, it's only going to go so far. Like... not very. At all. And that's all I'm going to say on it.
"Unless you don't want to."
Why the hell did I go and say something crazy like that?! If she changes her mind, Blue and Sparkly is not going to look as good as she did five minutes ago. I want to be kissing her again, why the hell would I be talking?!
God damn it!
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Hotel means sex. Sam wants to go have sex with me. I thought he liked the blue chick a little while ago, so this is an improvement. All of the kissing made me think that we were going to end up back at the hotel, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't want to embarrass myself by assuming things either. It was a safe assumption and all, but maybe Sam just liked kissing. Sharing kisses.
And tongues, thinking back on it.
"Unless you don't want to."If I tell him I want to, I think I'm admittiing defeat. I'll have to say it without saying it if I want to be able to tell him he started it tomorrow morning ( ... )
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This better not turn out to be one of those moments where she's screwing with my head. I had one too many of those before, I'd like now to be really different, if I've got a say in the whole thing.
... Reassurance. I like that. That means she's not screwing with me. That I could get really used to.
This walk back is going to be too freakin' long. Why'd they have to put the hotel and the parade so far apart? It's inhuman. Freakin' barbaric. And other words that talk about cruelty... and God am I just little bit drunk.
Where's the Palace again?
Yeah... that way looks good... she seems to know what she's doing... I'll just follow her. That works out.
And there it is. It's pretty to look at when you know what's going to happen inside. "Where's your room?" I asked as we headed in. Please let there not be a lot of freakin' stairs involved. I remember what it was like working with those too.
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"Three oh eight. Third floor."
And now there's a whole issue with my key. That was smart of me, wasn't it?
I sighed and headed into the lobby. A few people turned their heads to us when we came in, which I'm guesssing had something to do with my lack of any real clothing. I went up to the desk and asked the man for a spare key. Then I waited ten minutes while he found it for me, all the while thinking that Sam was probably kicking himself for not leaving the parade with the blue girl.
She'd have the job done by now.
"Sorry. I guess I left my key in my clothes." I laughed and started for the elevator, getting there first, and pressed the button. By the time the doors opened Sam caught up to me and we stepped in, completely alone.
Okay, so this is tempting but...aren't their cameras? Not that I'd be bothered by that, but three floors isn't much of a wait.
Unless you're insane, like us.
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I can't behave myself for that many stairs, we're taking the freakin' elevator.
I watched Carly head over to the desk, and couldn't help not liking the way the guy there and just about every other guy in the room was looking at her. They want something to stare at, I know of a Blue and Sparkly who would keep their attention.
"Sorry. I guess I left my key in my clothes."She's on the move. Christ does she move fast when she's drunk, that's really not fair. Ontop of that, she got a head start, because I'm not entirely sure I registered she had the key for a split second because I was too busy trying to figure out how to kill the guys staring at her ( ... )
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Bingo.
I got up, ignoring what Sam was probably thinking about my choice way to drunkenly open a door, and let him in. I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, closed, and locked it.
Privacy at last. It took us too long to get it, but at least we have it now.
Alright Sam, make a move. I did say we'd go back to the hotel and take it from there. Now would be a good time to take it somewhere.
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It's opened. One obstacle down. Now I just have to wait for her to actually shut the door. Everything is going too slow here. Is she doing this on purpose?
No, that look right there, that is the part that's on purpose. That look of 'well here I am, what are you going to do about it?'. That look drives me absolutely nuts, in more ways than one.
Do I talk? No... Talking's done with. And I'm going to have to find a way to get rid of the gun I've got in the back of my jeans without her actually noticing. Nothing I haven't done before, but still, it's absolute crap to try and keep your attention on the girl and the gun at the same time.
Split second descision Howell, how do you work this. I kissed her, mainly to keep her busy, and started the shuffle to the bed. Once I was close enough, I dropped the gun, keeping it quiet as I kicked it under the bed.
One down. Do I have anything else on me? It's kind of hard to think right now...
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I cant even let myself think about the knives. I mean, there's probably no reason for him to start looking through my stuff, but know that they're there while Sam's...here, is not a comfort nor a turn on.
...I am supposed to be in advertising. I could say they're the product or...something.
Shit, these thoughts shouldn't be going through my head. I am really, truly screwed up.
Oh crap. How the hell am I supposed to explain being registered as Jennifer Jones?
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Is it just me, or is she distracted too? Maybe I'm just too out of it to actually know the difference. And with where her hands are going, I'm really glad I just got rid of the gun.
Really... Really... Really glad.
Okay, clearly she's not distracted anymore. And since I know the gun is far enough, I can stop caring now. That's really great. I really really like that.
I broke the kissing just long enough to get my shirt over my head, and tried hard not to trip as I worked on hers. And now let's see if I still remember that spot on her neck...
There it is.
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Things change, I'm going to do something that's unfair every once in a while.
... And that never changes. I grinned and leaned up after she flipped us over, kissing her. "You want an apology?"
Yeah, this was the usual, and more what I'm used to with her. Control. I'm a lot less used to giving it up than I was last time we did this, but I think I can do it again.
And why am I randomly thinking about her maybe hearing that I'm here under David Nichols instead of Sam Howell? Why am I randomly thinking about that now?
Oh screw it, what do I care? I'll play it off if I have to. Obviously I can get away with lying to her this time around, and while I feel bad, I could still sorta get used to it. She used to bust me way too easily before. Now she'll have to work at it.
When she's not working at this, of course.
This. Sex with her and me. Another thing I could get used to all over again.
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