2019-10-21 - A Seattle Situation: Obsession

They should have been here earlier than this, really, but the damndest thing happened on the way out of town in the evening, because of course, Gray Harbor couldn't let Lilith and Byron leave without trying to snare them in more strange and danger on the way. Mind you, this is strange danger that ruined the hood of Byron's Wraith where their things were packed for egress, so it took a while to get things out, get his car towed to a shop, then get a swapped setup into her new Acura RDX to take for the drive instead.

Lilith likes her new car, it's pretty, comfortable, loaded, and shimmery pearl white, but she's cranky about having to take it in favor of the Wraith because she wanted a chance to drive it at some point during the trip while on the open road in a way to go fast. That and she had plans that involved that car and Byron, but now that's neither here nor there.

The whole affair of a mechanical beast at Cracker Barrel of all places had put her into a sulk about not being able to just have nice things, and for half the drive, she's wary about getting a flat or pulled over or wrecking or something once they're on the road. But that doesn't happen and eventually, the further they go, the more the memory of the failed attempt for a dinner on the way out of town, it fades to the backdrop. She turns on old songs to sing along to and eats her accidentally shoplifted candy and that sulk that was over her dissolves.

So, uneventful drive and space made, they're finally here and stepping into the hotel suite while awaiting bellboy to bring their baggage from valet shortly behind.

After what happened to his car, Byron is in less of an excited mood for this trip. He tries his best not to show it, but that mask of calm that he forces himself to wear shows signs of cracking, very lightly, at the edges. The last minute need to have the car towed, in fact, just seeing the condition his vehicle was in was enough to raise his stress level. But other than a few small bits of complaints on his part, basically about the damaged Wraith, he goes through the motions porting all of the luggage from one car to the other and settles himself in for the ride. For the most part, he's quiet, but at some point, he'll ask if she wanted him to drive instead.

Either way, now that they are at the fancy Seattle hotel, he approaches the front desk to show them his ID and sign a few things before they are escorted to their room. "I've used this a few times in the past. Good amenities. Nice spacious and clean rooms and it's close to the night life."

"Mmhm. And we're nobody here. We get to breathe and blend. We can just be together and not..." Lilith trails off from that line of thought because it's unpleasant for her to talk about, the way she's hyperaware of how much he does or doesn't touch her sometimes, based on where they are, who's around, and half the town may know at this point about him and Vivian going separate ways, but she doesn't. In her mind, she's still the disposable thing that's waiting to fizzle out, to a degree. Really not how she wants to start right in the door here to make it a proper affair, in her mind, talking about limitations that come from being the other woman. Luckily, she doesn't even have to brood or cover, because there's something right there to distract her into delighted noise.

"It's right there instead of in the bathroom! And it has room for two because it's a corner jacuzzi! Jeeeez, and are we on the top floor? How much did this room cost per night? Actually, you know what, I don't want to know." The brunette woman thankfully isn't already stripping out of her clothes with the busboy dropping things inside when she sees it with direct shot over to the glass-doored alcove between bathroom and living area. The tub comes with a view she whistles at, tint taking care of privacy. "I don't know what my fascination with these is, it's not like I've never seen or been in one, but the occasions have honestly been few and far between."

Then the woman takes off to move room to room, checking the mini bar, the bedroom, the plush of the bedding with leaning press of hand, then the decor on wander back to come wrap her arms around Byron, more seriously, "Thank you. Between being sick and catching up and... other things, I feel like we've been too busy, out, or whatever to... I don't know. The thing where we actually slow down and talk and get to touch each other and connect outside texts. Though being out recently was nice. Can we do that after the suit-appointment, tomorrow?" She props her chin at his chest while looking up, gracious, "Drinks and dinner and dancing like normal people?"

Byron has no qualms about being noticed in a city or town, but he gets where she's coming from. He's not even dressed up for the trip over, still donning casual, comfortable clothes even if they probably cost a pretty penny. While not all of the rooms within this hotel are the same, he's been to many of them to know what they all look like. "All I know is it cost more than I'd like, especially with my car in the shop, but looking at things, it's probably worth the cost of luxury right now."

He doesn't go to unpack just yet, especially whatever suit he may have brought for any particular occasion (This was a weekend long affair), what he does do is head to the bar to pour both of them a drink. That whole situation with the mechanical fiend was unpleasant and there wasn't time to get a real drink since then. He reaches for the whiskey, filling two glasses up with the stuff. "A Jacuzzi is nice and in a place like this it has a wonderful view, but we should really get you out and into a hot spring one of these days. You're out in nature, just sitting there, basking in the heat of the water... sometimes have a little animal wander over every so often."

It's just at that moment when he's caught from behind, feeling Lilith's arms wrap around his torso, just as he very carefully turns around with both glasses held up high. "There's some cool hot springs in Japan if we ever plan a vacation there. Relax with snow monkeys or some shit." He can't help but laugh at that, slowly lowering his arms down to hand her a drink, as he take a sip of his own now.

"We can do anything you want after the appointment. I don't know what Joey or Tobin are wanting." Obviously, Tobin drove over as well. "But I don't expect to spend all day watching Kelly try on suits. There's a whole world out there. But dinner and dancing? C'mon, what normal people do we know who go out dancing?" He's teasing her.

"I think we're owed some luxury. Or at least, I am. I guess you kind of live in it all the time." Says Lilith, who is not paying for the room! She admittedly is usually in a way where she's trying to steal checks at dinner here and there to make it look like Byron doesn't have the burden of paying everything, even though he always insists, but she didn't dig in on going halfsies, at least, with a little bit of argument over this vacation this time. Her savings might be starting to dwindle, he knew she had a chunk, but with constant expenses at the hospital and Hank's funeral and lost work profits with closures and her absences, and other bulk payments, she might be starting to hurt a little and showing it in small ways, including the way she tends to frown unwittingly every single time she's on her laptop doing work or bills.

The bit about the hot springs as she hugs and listens, though, draws her brows up with both intrigue and a bit of curiosity all of a sudden, "Have you been a lot of places out of country?" Her smile turns a little silly as she comments and ribs with supposing, "We could go all kinds of places and have a wall for photos that's entirely rich-person appropriate and impressive. Backpacking in Austria, wine cheering in Rome, both of us in a selfie against the blue waters of Greece. It's basically a social investment."

"And you know, anyway, if we do those normal people things, maybe we'll make new friends. Like... a couple with a condo they only use intermittently right in the heart of town. And we can become best friends and mooch every single time we want to run away from home. You're good at networking." Lilith rubs a hand affectionately against Byron's chest and uses the other to take the drink while unwrapping from him, a long sip and hiss following, "Alternatively, we could come right in after dinner and drinks and you could know what it's like to be tied up and teased and tortured. I brought lingerie in triplicate so you can pick your color theme."

"I haven't really." Byron says about visiting other countries in the past, "Well, I have visited other places, but not all that often." He says, smiling with a shake of his head, "I've actually been to Paris and Rome. And Japan, both to Tokyo and in several little villages out in the boonies. Though I won't say that I'm well-traveled." Much of that, in truth, was Vivian's doing. Byron was just along for the ride. "But compared to most, I guess I've been around."

Once she releases him and grabs onto her glass, he slips an around her waist to lead her out to the large balcony to view the city lights. While the view from the Bayside Apartments is lovely since it's a view of the bay, this give them a great view of the city scape, "I like to think of it as hustling, not schmoozing." He says with a smile and a wrinkle of his brow, "What do you think it is that I do? " Probably schmooze. "Right. Find a yuppie couple to be friends with. One of them is probably in the tech industry," He considers, "Though I normally do best with the entertainment industry sorts, L.A. and all."

After taking another sip from his glass, he turns to look on her, "In triplicate, eh? How long will you be wearing any of that?" A thoughtful pause, his smile widening, "Or are you leaving that up to your own selfish whims for the evening?" There's this ponderous look that he wears, "I'm pretty much game."

"Ah. I went on a cruise to the Bahamas once. That was nice. But besides that and a brief trip to Vancouver, that's it for out of country. I had plenty of offers to be taken all over, it's just... well, you know. I wasn't that kind of working girl, back when. I used to get a lot of fuss from the other girls about not taking my 'advantages' like they said I should have. But that wasn't what it was about. And I learned the hard way what happens when you give certain men inches and they go wanting miles." Lilith wraps the sweater over her little shirt-dress closer with the night air's chill when she's led out onto the balcony with Byron, automatically nestling into his side. Her free arm wraps around behind the small of his back and she drinks from her whiskey before dangling the glass over the railing with resting drape of the forearm.

Her eyes survey the view for a moment before her lips suddenly quirk upward, lashes batting a few times from some momentary reverie before she tips her head up to look at Byron in her nestled and cozy-leaned positioning, "I think it's both. Your aim might be hustling, but you achieve it by schmoozing. That and sometimes maybe you don't know what to hustle someone for yet, but if you figure you can schmooze them now, maybe you can hustle them later. Or at least, if you're smart, you do that. And you're pretty smart." Her shoulder hitches up a little bit before she says, "You're better at playing nice than I am. Generally I actually have to like someone to do that. I can be polite because I'm adult, sure, but... you make people feel like you're capable, even if they might not be sure if they actually like you. And sometimes that's better. And probably works well on a tech yuppie, you know."

Then her brows lift with his look down on her to consider the proposition, lashes batting a few more times fast, this time with surprise and a quiet huff of noise, "Oh, I thought you were going to brush it off as a joke and hope I forgot about it. How... exciting." Lilith then shakes her head twice quick, explaining nothing more about the lingerie other than, "Better hope I don't put a set on you when you're tied up." Then her face turns to bite and nuzzle at his side, explaining quickly so she doesn't lose the chance he's giving, even though it was probably clearly a joke, "... I wouldn't do that, I love your manly man-ness."

Byron knows quite a bit about those other men now and whatever else that one cord given him was used for. It wasn't always men either, but he'll quiet down to listen and hear out what she has to say. He even laughs a little when she drapes herself over with a sweater. "I could've just kept you warm out here." Not that he isn't wearing both a sweater and a leather jacket still, having not had the time to remove it yet. It was nice, this quiet. Though the city isn't always so silent, it's just that they were on a high floor-- much higher than even his penthouse. The chill air helped to wake him up from the uneventful car ride with its autumn crispness.

"That's what I call testing the waters-- befriending. Making contact." Everything else that sounds so much better than schmoozing in his head. "But I'll let you call it what you want." His tone becomes more matter-of-fact when he continues, "It's just being a good salesman really. You need to sound professional and confident and willing to promise them the stars... and then hope that with their funding, those very same stars align. Otherwise, you do what you can. That's all anyone can do. And hope to not get sued. That's where contracts come in."

"It really wasn't a joke?" He matches her own surprised huff with a surprised expression of his own. "It's a difficult position to be in when you're like me, who always has a need to be in charge." His shoulders soon lift, "It might be fun. Or frustrating. I mean, some men might like that. The frustration. The belittlement, but I've never understood why."

"Oh. You weren't serious? I was. Mostly. If you were. If not, I had wiggle room to play it like a joke. It'd be different with you than I used to actually do. Entirely. You wouldn't be belittled and beaten, you'd be... tested to limits. You'd be helpless, yes, but that's where trust comes in, and the deliberate frustration that goes with it. It's hard to explain why people like what they like, yes. But..." Lilith thinks of how to explain for a moment, visibly, looking at Byron with consideration, tongue tipping the point of a canine tooth a few times in tap and press. Then after taking a couple of quick back to back swallows, she balances the glass on the railing and turns fully into Byron to start kissing at his chest atop the clothing.

"The eventual release is sweeter, however it comes. It doesn't have to be about pain. All your senses get heightened. And then when I cut you free? God, I want that moment when everything I built inside you lashes right back out at me to take what you're due. You'll be raw, you'll be stripped down to nothing but a straining for freedom to satiate everything that was made. It doesn't have to be about submission, though I personally... would like doing that. You can certainly payback someday, if you opt in. But if you're worried, take the night and tomorrow and think about it." Pause, "How about... while we're out... at some point during the date, you whisper to me who it's going to be: you or me."

Lilith continues to kiss along Byron's shirt, then she starts to drop down lower, lifting up the edge hem to duck her head and lavish a wet, suctioning kiss low above the waist of the man's pants at one side. With nose and body shifting, there's a brush of lips and nosetip over his fly, and she starts to drop down into a kneel right there on the balcony. Once at kneel, she looks up at him with the flats of her palms dragging up and down his thighs, head canting a bit, "Exhibitionism is just as hard to explain, but merited. Can you explain why you'd love the idea of me having you like this right here at the top of the world in sight?" Admittedly limited sight, but the room lights are on behind them and the general gist could be clear if anyone from the right building or angle below were paying mind, perhaps.

Whether Byron was serious or not, he only half-heartedly plays up this idea that he wasn't. "Why different with me? Just treat me like any other," It's strange saying customer, "Client. But then, I'll assume that you cater to them in personally, so is there any form that I should be filling out? Checking off my preferences?" His chin lowers to watch as Lilith presses her lips against his chest, the amused grin lingering on his lips. He goes in for another sip.

Listening to how she explains this submission deal and the way she expects him to react, the way she expects his body to react does get him intrigued. His free hand settles at the top of her head before running fingers through their length. "I don't even know if I need to take the night to think about it. I mean, you're here right now, promising me the world." Another sip. "It's not the first time a woman's every done so, but they don't usually talk about submission either unless it's their own."

Once she begins trailing her lips down lower, feeling the heat of her mouth against his now semi-exposed midsection, her kisses alone make his muscles taut. Byron quickly finishes up the remainder of what's in his glass and sets it atop the flat surface of the rail as well. He could see the city skyline from here all lit up in the darkness. The dark clouds overhead, the darkness and chill that encompasses them. They felt so isolated and far away, yet they truly were open to the world. Inhaling a deep breath, she can feel his fingers tighten within her dark locks. "Because you're so beautiful for one. Secondly," He glances across the way into the far distance at all those lights, "Aside the excitement of being chilled to the bone out here, so exposed, there's the fantasy of being caught. Having an audience watch..." A pause, "Are you really planning on bringing an audience to our little bondage session?" There's a hint of laughter in his voice.

Lilith tuts her tongue a few times at Byron as he asks to be treated like a client and shakes her head a little bit before her lips turn up a touch helplessly at the bit about forms and preferences because okay, that was an actual thing online before she showed up, but she really doesn't want to admit that at the moment. Her fingers curl and catch with drag on the fabric of his pants while she rubs with flatted palms there, then she doesn't waste a lot of time, especially once she feels his fingers in her hair. She tips her head into the stroking touch at first, then makes a point of rolling her neck to needlessly rally against the tightening of his fingers, though she's more bidding than fighting the grip, encouraging with retaliation.

"No. Your shudder, strain, and need is all mine this weekend and I'm not sharing it with an audience. Though... the idea of it other times..." Lilith casts a speculating look with cut of her eyes to the balcony railing, then slips one of her hands up under Byron's shirt to claw her nails against the flat of his stomach, other hand undoing his fly and immediately adjusting him for exposure just enough to dote with attention after speaking, "When you can't stand it anymore, fuck me on the balcony railing." Now. That either means she wants to be seated on it and held at his whim for the adrenaline rush and the audience factor at the same time as sex, or maybe just bent and dominated for the city to see. The woman doesn't elaborate, but either are possible, knowing her inclinations and brushes with death.

Then there's her mouth. Lilith is done talking. And she looks like she hopes someone is watching, subtle pride about her as a whole, despite being right there on her knees with his hand in her hair.

If Lilith hadn't undone the belt buckle and then the front of his jeans, then Byron might've done just that; but she's a woman who knows what she wants and, at least, in her former line of work, she often times got it. This growing anticipation of what's to come mixed in with her skillful touch kickstarts his heart to beat quicker. His own fingers continue to tighten, holding steady even as she moves entangling her hair within his grasp.

At this request, while he needs not take a look over the balcony, knowing just how high up they are up on the 60th floor, just this vision in his mind of his fucking her as she's seated on the edge is both alarming and... enticing. His lips part and he's about to tell her just how crazy it sounded, but before he can get that out, her mouth is heat amidst the chill, forcing him to suck in a deep, nearly surprised breath.

His stance widens just a little to keep him steady, with one hand grasping onto her hair, the other gently touches upon her dark crown. The pleasurable sensation makes his body tense, his back stretching slightly as he he lifts in chin, feeling a chilling breeze wash over his cold face. While it's hard to say whether eyes are upon them at this height, they were in the middle of the city, there were other buildings just as tall, some even taller all around them.

Somewhere, given the odds and the windows of buildings and hotels and apartment condos and lofts all around in the expensive heart of the city, someone is getting a view to tell their friends about later. Granted, they aren't getting much of a show unless they have appropriate viewing gear to cut the distance, but it's entirely the principle. It's freeing, it's erotic to know that all caution is being thrown to the wind, or that someone on another balcony might catch on and actually alert someone. Then she ups the ante despite the chill of it all. She loses her panties with one tug and a small knee to knee shift with one of her hands, sending them in slide down her thighs to cast off.

It’s a bit like she's tempting not just Byron, but the very idea of the railing to finish, one hand shifting to herself. But overall, it doesn't seem like she'd actually mind him disobeying, if inclined, the way she's on him. Heady and fixated with pleasured lust through and through, it seems the very act is getting her off with them on display and she needs to let loose on him after so long. She likes him like this and it's clear, lashes lifting to watch and eye Byron through partial spans of time.

Byron’s stance shifts every so often with each shudder that runs through his body, fueled by his mounting pleasure, and his breathing picks up, motion syncing with Lilith’s own. Basking in the cold winds of the evening and being a man who loves to watch (for which man doesn't?), he catches sight of some of her own shifting beneath him, catches on to what she’s doing in tandem, and the ideas now playing around in his head are enough to ignite his heat even further.

There’s noise that comes with pleasure, his fingers combing through her hair, the thumb on his right hand brushing up against her chilled cheek. Then she feels a pull, in part from that hand through her hair, though it's the other hand now that reaches to grasp at her shoulder and draw her up, finally releasing her from him momentarily. They were high above the city and many of the lights were still on in the other buildings. Hell, there were others enjoying the view with a glass of wine from their own balconies as well, but he doesn't focus on anyone in particular— his cold hands lower to grab ahold of her hips, hoisting her up to settle near their pair of whiskey glasses. And all the while he keeps her close, burying his face against her neck and beneath her dark waves of hair.

Immediately, Lilith feels the tightening of pulling grip through her hair, coupled with the grasping tug on her shoulder, and she stops with reach to wrap arm about Byron's neck and shoulders for the hoist up to balanced sit on the railing. Her other arm laces in diagonal across his back with hugging, desperate hold, not because she's scared or feeling unsteady, but because she wants him. In a sense, the woman is trying to nuzzle her way under his skin, head tipping into the buried press of Byron's face into her neck and hair, taking a moment to shift and balance.

Then the brunette tips her head back into the chill to bare throat to Byron entirely, some of her dark silken strands catching and fluttering in breeze with the motion. Her lashes drop over her eyes and her mouth is parted to breathe audibly with heart racing, lips swollen and flushed from prior lustful attention. One of her legs comes up with hitch above his hip with smash of thigh, knee bent in the cling. The other wraps around to hold his body in meld to her own, spurring pressure behind it with impatience.

And the moment before their bodies mesh to fit, words finally pass her lips in a soft, warm and heated rush, "I love you."

There's a whole world of trust and meaning in those three words coming from her like this right now, sixty floors up from the city pavement with Byron to keep her safe. But she feels safer like this than should be humanly possible, not a tremor in that racing heart or hot breath huffed into the chill air. Somehow, it’s safer than lying down for bed in Gray Harbor, precariously perched over the city, relishing their imminent joining and closeness.

He didn't let her go before, he won't let her go now.

There was a lot of risk in what they were about to do, but Byron liked to think that he was he in control. Even now, so many stories up and he, with his pants down. Perching her on the cold railing, he ensures that a steady hold is gripped upon her at all times as he melds himself between her thighs. The man keeps close, making it easier for her to wrap her arms around him and fall against the warmth and softness of his burgundy sweater.

If he can feel any tension within her body, his grip tightens to let her know that he's there. There's gentle nuzzling of his cheek and the corner of his lips against her neck, then he presses attention upward to place soft bristles against her own cheek. Then he takes her mouth with his and hears those words, bidding a moment where his dark eyes stare deeply into hers. He tends to lapse into intensity when he isn’t smiling or playing friendly, and that intensity is what she finds when their gaze meets.

"I love you too." Byron says, half-firm and half a whisper.

They’re aligned, and she can feel not only him, but his heated breaths against her skin and the soft groan of pleasure to follow. Though initially careful and cautious and slow, sex and sensation makes and the moment drives increasing pace. When the intimate motion picks up, he can’t help but feel a sense of clinging onto her for dear life, fear and excitement twisted around one another.

Lilith levels her face back upward and opens her eyes with the nuzzle of bristled cheek to her own, catching the dark eyes and intensity held there with a duality in her own blue eyes-- they're hazed with heady lust and the thrill of the moment, yes, but there's levity there through it too as she looks at Byron. Mouth shifting to his, she initiates another open-mouthed and sweeping rush of return kiss once he's spoken, sealing their words and passionate sentiment with a literal kiss. It ends with interruptive, shuddering gasp of him being joined to her in full, right there at his lips.

Lilith doesn't know her phone is buzzing nonstop in her bag inside. She doesn't know much at all right now except the familiar, heated feel of Byron's mouth and body. Throughout, the woman keeps just a likewise tight hold on Byron, but it's more for the feel of him than it is for security— his own arms serve as savior, and she has unfailing faith in the protective strength of them. Irrationally, in her mind, she can't fall if they're together like this, joined as one, him as her anchor, all of her riding on the waves of pleasure and sex and... love.

Sixty floors up, balanced on a balcony, performing in front of Seattle buildings, city blocks, and other hotel guests, they're making the kind of love that Lilith only knew through the seduction of a cursed gem. The intimacy at resonance, the heightened sense from adrenaline, the exhibitionism, the danger, it's all wrapped up in a wash of intensity and affection and lust, a bodily craving to sate. The first time was almost this, but the sex then was so quick and desperate, so built over time and fantasy, they didn't have time to relish it, despite the time taken to bask in afterglow.

Now, he's all she can feel. And as his pace picks up, her noise does too, thinly carried and taken away on the stories high city air to be heard without reserve, perhaps, by those people out having wine. Lilith is taken to brink without warning, especially as she starts to instinctively lean back and only feels his arms’ grip, knowing the air and fall is there and it's him him him keeping her right here. Alive. Very alive.

The woman can’t help but cry out when it all hits her like a lightning shot, tensing the leg lock around Byron, clinging to the sex. And the noise is sharp, short, and raw, cut off by teeth seizing his bottom lip. Quickly, the bite turns into savage kiss while she spasms through each thrill racking her body into shiver.

Muscles in Byron’s body contract and tighten, and standing up while keeping Lilith steady on the high balcony rail was taxing enough while mitigating the force and motion of sex. But the pleasurable spasms that he feels taking over threatens to knock him off kilter during the course of their dangerous game, and this, in turn, forces him to hold her all the more tightly, overwhelmed by wave after wave of sensual bliss.

Byron says nothing if he heard her phone ring, ignoring it and the world around them in this moment of incredibly passion. Surely, they were not alone and despite some curious eyes that may look upon them with... amusement? Lust? Disgust? He, himself, felt that they were isolated from the rest of the world, similar to thoughts he remembered having while still young-- it was just the two of them against the world.

Hearing her panting breath against his ear, her sounds of pleasure, all of it continues to push Byron forward in a gentle frenzy to reach his climax. His own hot breath and hungry growls are carried by the wind and just as she feels herself shudder, he does the same almost at that same point. Lilith can feel his arms tightening her against him in the culminating of their daring ecstasy, giving her a final moment to truly hang over the edge. Then he pulls her in full and close, the woman’s body pressed up against his as he struggles to catch his breath. "God, that was wonderful." With arms wrapped tightly around her lithe frame, he's not about to let go any time soon, returning her kisses in full between sharp panting breaths.

"Mmmmhmmm. You're wonderful. You'd never let me fall." Lilith tells Byron after gripping behind his back and midsection with her limbs to cling through the shudders of bliss together, her breathing quick and shallow and desperate to play catch up. It makes her words whispery when spoken at his lips, constantly pausing and kissing and pausing and kissing, like she's holding onto the vestiges of the moment a little longer there in his arms. The brunette’s hand rises to pet fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck under the collar and despite the chill of the air, her face and what's visible and felt of her chest and neck and legs, they're on flush of fire from release, "I like it when you make me want to prove a point."

After another nip of kiss, Lilith nestles down into Byron's neck and shoulder curve with nuzzling hug through the balcony seated cling, and it becomes clear where all the cold air outdoors has actually settled in despite the heated glow of adrenaline and release through most of her-- when her leg drops down out of hitched bend and cling at one side with unwrap of the lower leg, her toes brush in brief over part of his exposed hip and they are cold like little icicles. Even though his body is keeping her warm in his arms with the afterglow, she eventually whispers, "I think my toes have frostbite, and it was worth it, but can we take a bath before bed?" She pauses, "I seriously thought the bath is where we'd break in the room, but this... this... mm."

Suddenly there's a distant cat call whistle from a balcony afar adrift to their ears, which lapses her into giggles. In the room in her bag, Lilith also has thirteen missed calls from an Unknown number. But given the bath and bed plan and no one at the shop with it locked up, it's not likely she'll check it til morning.

Either way, it probably doesn’t bode well.