OOM: Room #100, for Gene Hunt

[ikissdhimbck]

She passes the two clean glasses to Gene so she can fish out her key, and opens the door to room #100.

"There. S'like no time's passed at all."

Hopefully he remembers his way around the place.

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[themanclion]

He thinks he can handle a hotel room. He's been in scarier places.

'Mmm.'

He puts the glasses down on the nearest flat surface.

'If no time's passed, I reckon I remember what we should be doin', then.'

[ikissdhimbck]

Her lips twitch as she kicks off her boots, leaving them in a heap of wilted leather by the door.

"You remember, hmm?"

She sets the fresh bottle of bourbon on her desk next to the two glasses, and turns to face him. Rosencrantz trots up, blinking hard in the new light, and sits at Gene's feet.

[themanclion]

'Mmmm,' he says again, and reaches out for her, pulling her lightly to him.

The cat gets ignored, again. Just like last time. He just leans in to kiss her. If she doesn't remember, he'll bloody well remind her.

[ikissdhimbck]

There's that almost-forgotten tension in her belly when he tugs her closer, that thrill of nerves and loss of breath. Even the slightest amount of attention has her body singing.

She watches him with half-lidded eyes as he leans in, fingers curling lightly around his shirt, and ...

... she pulls back, excitement turning to fear.

You only kiss the men you kill.

Her fingers tighten, keeping him close to her though her head is bowed and her eyes closed. She only needs a moment to collect her resolve. Maybe a fortifying glass of bourbon will help.