2020-05-20 - We Write Sins Not Tragedies

After dealing with a situation that needed his immediate attention, rather than returning to the lobby, or even the casino proper, for that matter, to greet his guests, Byron takes refuge at the bar in the piano lounge. Seated on one of the stools, his gaze looking beyond the dirty martini that he ordered and had only taken a sip out of, he looks lost in thought. There's no signs on his face to indicate whether whatever is going on in his mind is troubling him or not. He's simply staring out into space.

His arms crossed and resting against the bar counter, his phone, dark, resting near his martini glass, he still strikes an impeccable figure as he waits. He'd sent a message a few minutes ago to let Lilith know where to go to join him, but he's been sitting at this bar for a good twenty minutes already.

Lilith actually didn't have her phone because she wasn't wearing a dress where the alternate tuck somewhere hidden was quite available and she left her black shiny clutch purse in the car. She had to go out to the parking garage and fetch it with her spare key fob that's tucked in her bra. She had planned to go get it at some point anyway, she just didn't want to be burdened with it while standing in the lobby playing meet and greet and mingle. While she's out there, she also nabs a moment of lean against the car with a smoke, relishing the quiet with no one to smile at.

It'd been a chore to stand there pretty, at first. Then she eased into it and forgot to some degrees what had happened at the Thorne house earlier in the day. The champagne probably helped and honestly, Byron was handling it so well, it was contagious. When he's coming off fine, she does too, at least for appearances' sake. But when he walked away to handle business, she suddenly was finding just standing there in public view for conversation tedious and trivial. At some point while loitering to stress smoke, she gets a text and briefly seats herself at sideways lean to check her lipstick in the mirror and spritz from a small perfume in her clutch.

Then, properly equipped, she's right along back inside, watchful all the way. She thinks about stopping at the hotel lobby desk to roundabout check and see if Turner had made a reservation or not, but refrains. It's just the last thing Byron needs tonight, to be tested like that. It's easy to see her striding in because the way she walks in that dress and merely pauses to scope Byron out turns a few heads. Then she's on her way over to brush kiss at his lips with tip of her face, "Hey. Get everything managed?"

Perhaps he spotted her out of the corner of his eyes or maybe he just sensed her presence in the vicinity, but at some point Byron blinks out of this trance of his to straighten up and turn to catch Lilith making her way towards him in those heels and that dress. He offers up his own smile, chin lifted, right before she leans in close to press her lips against his. Rising from his stool, his arms wrap around her waist and he pulls her in close against him. "I missed you."

There was very little time to process the events at his childhood home before the pair of them had to get ready for the casino opening that same night. They both had a lot on their minds and were shown terrible things in that place. The car ride to drop Alexander off and then to head home to get dressed was mostly done in silence. Whatever happened there this afternoon had affected everyone involved in their own personal ways.

Byron didn't have time to worry about that. Not while he was donning his tux and straightening his bow tie. Not when he was all smiles and cordial greetings. In fact, he put on quite the show out there-- a man relishing in the success of his new acquisition.

This time alone at the bar finally offered him the opportunity to reflect on what they'd encountered just hours ago. He could remember everything. Every single death. Being away from the house, however, meant that the weight of those memories didn't have the same effect on him the way it did at the Thorne House.

It's his turn to lean forward, to close in, brushing his lips against hers and keeping their faces, noses touching, to just savor this moment. His eyes are closed, he breathes in her sensual perfume. This felt right. Eventually, his eyes open and he guides her into the seat next to him, tapping at the bar counter to gain the bartender's attention so that he can order her a drink.

"It was... managed. We can go with that. One of our bright guests, who also happens to be an eco-coonservationist was convinced that the ghosts of the dead trout was evidence of our wrong doing and that we need to shut this place down. Minor stuff." He says wryly, his smile tight. Half-turning to her, he murmurs, "Sorry for abandoning you there in that sea of excitement."

Lilith takes a moment with Byron there pressed close, murmuring at his lips before going quiet with her own lashes dropping, "Missed you more." She can smell his cologne on the tux, his hair product, all at mingle with her perfume and everything else that mingles to make her very Lilith to the senses. Sometimes, just standing and breathing each other in and touching, it centers her so much and reminds her of what's solid-- everything and everyone else may as well not exist for a few heartbeats of time. It's what spurred her to bring that fragrant piece of silk to try and keep him in the moment while in the Thorne house, not stuck with memories, visions, or illusions as reality.

So much went off-kilter in that old house so quickly, though, so vehemently, that tactic could only do so much balm. And there had been such a quiet hustle to prepare themselves for the public eye, it was dangerous to hold each other too close and really let things process as they should. Too much might come out and they needed to suck it up, Byron especially. But ever masterful with the process, he pulled it off and she thinks she did too, by extension. Standing together a moment just so is long overdue.

But as she settles onto the seat she's guided to at the bar, her legs cross and she tilts onto a hip with weight while leaning on a forearm, eyeing the man with curious interest of exactly what it was that went awry. Suddenly she breathes out a partial breath of dry laughter, "... you made a pun. Sea of excitement. I can't swat you because I can't tell if you meant to. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

There's a tick of pause, though, as she wonders right after, eyes on him, "How long do you have left in you before smiling starts to hurt?"

Whether Byron made the pun intentionally or not, his wide smile does not reveal, but he will state, "So if I said that I made the pun intentionally... you really gonna swat at me?" Brows lifted, he chats a bit with the bartender, watching the man pour Lilith's drink, "I'm a sucker for punishment." It's a strange thing to say, especially after all that they witnessed today. Turning back towards her, he openly gives her the twice over with his gaze, "Especially, coming from you."

He remembers what Olivia said about one particular corpse buried in his family's backyard. The boy that Lilith had killed. In that moment, he wishes he could retract his statement. Just for a few passing seconds, but then he realizes that that was no way to live his life. Thus, he lets it go, unless those word bother Lilith in any way.

The drink poured and set down before Lilith, Byron's eyes follow to idly view it, before saying in response, "You know that I can do this all night. That said, it's already starting to hurt." He even laughs at that. Before she's given the chance to reach for her drink, a hand extends to grab ahold of her own, his thumb rubbing against her soft skin. Her other hand is left free to grab the drink if she so chooses. "You okay?" It's the first hint, perhaps, that he's willing to talk. Or at least to find out what's on Lilith's mind.

"Possibly. But it's your celebratory opening night, I'll let you slide." Lilith tells Byron with quiet warmth of amusement, posing a little more for his up and down view of her. She doesn't say anything to it, though, she drops her lashes to look at the drink arriving, so it's hard to tell if it bothers her or not. Her way with lewd suggestion has been fairly absent and tame for a while now, though, so maybe it's that. Picking up the drink in one hand, she looks at her other in Byron's grasp and takes a long burning swig of the drink before swallowing a bit thickly and setting the glass aside.

"I only had a bloody nose, I think, because I'd never quite done things like that before. It was harder. I didn't even know in full that I could..." Lilith shakes her head a little bit and uses her free hand to knock back through and arrange some of her hair. Sighing gustily, she looks more levelly at Byron and knows he's not talking about her nose, she stops prattling about that for the sake of keeping the conversation steered to fringes instead of addressing the elephant, "I'm okay. I've been afraid of losing you before, but that was a different kind of loss to fight."

After wetting her lips, she looks back at Byron's thumb brushing back and forth before she sighs, "I knew, but I didn't know because we were so young, you know? And you've said as much to me before in brief, when I came back. But I... I didn't know how bad... I thought everyone just had different kinds of bad things. It didn't register the same as seeing what might have been or was or..." Lilith isn't sure entirely, she doesn't have the context and something about it is actually nagging her, but it hasn't come to surface yet. "It's admittedly hard to think maybe I could have done something to make it better before. The way you did for me because of Hank, you know? It seems unfair."

Looking aside with cut of her lashes back at her drink, she picks it up again for a sip and wonders, "... what about you? Scale of one to ten. Don't bother lying, I've already worked in a relevant curve to take your stiff upper lip into account." There's a bare smile of fondness, even though she's speaking softly and serious enough.

It's difficult for Byron to not notice this less than subtle change in Lilith. While he'd considered bringing this fact up, about her lack of friskiness in recent weeks, even with his silver tongue and sharp mind, it wasn't a topic that he felt comfortable breaching, even if there were moments when he tried to heat things up. He knows the reason why, or so he thinks. Something which he had apologized for before. Then things came up and he was never able to really touch upon that topic the way that he'd wanted.

With Lilith bringing up her bloody nose, Byron knows exactly what she did for that to even have happened. "I wish... I shouldn't have told you to do that. It was moronic on my part. I already knew what was buried beneath the dirt and the grass. I didn't need to see that. None of us did. And.." It's his turn to take a deep swallow from his glass now, "It was selfish of me to make you use your powers like that."

The rest of what she says brings out a thing smile upon his lips, his gaze absently focused on his glass. "There were... and probably still are, a lot of broken homes in Gray Harbor. Mine was just one of them. Broken, dysfunctional." Violent. Something that he doesn't quite say. In fact, Byron's not sure what Alexander and Lilith witnessed there, besides seeing the graveyard filled of... he really isn't even sure about that either. He doesn't know if that conversation between his parents was projected solely into his mind, even if he could hear those haunting words coming from all around him. He doesn't know if they felt the same pain that he did, his torment, but especially those sharp, throbbing shocks of pain to his skull that almost felt never ending without receiving the final blow that would have ended it all.

"I didn't want any of you have to bother with it. I mean, imagine if I were some withdrawn and mopey kid because of it. Who knows if I would've ever made friends with you or Tobin... or kept Tobin as a friend." Byron had known Tobin for as along as he can remember. "So I hid all of that. Made friends. A lot of them, I like to think." His gaze then lifts from his glass to look over towards Lilith. "I met you." Licking at his lips, his gaze drifting off, feeling a touch of discomfort, he then adds, "It probably was foolish of me to think that I'd lose my friends because of... well... That I wasn't really the person who you all thought I was."

However, when she asks about how he's feeling, Byron needs some time to consider. "I... I won't say that I'm relieved that you," Or Alexander, "know any of this. It's just something that I've kept to myself this whole time." He then adds, "And I know... I know what you're going to say, but I'd be a liar to say that those bodies, all of those deaths didn't affect me. I can.. I remember experiencing them, but I'm not sure why. Or when. Or how, even." Returning back to Lilith, he comes out and says, "Maybe there's a bit of Survivor's Remorse. Regret. Something. In order to get where I am now..." He then shakes his head, "It's all just impossible to wrap my head around."

"Mm. Yeah. I kind of did the same, so the police wouldn't take me away. I know what it's like to feel the need to hide and pretend everything's okay in some way." Lilith nods a little bit at Byron and has to blink a few quick times instead of asking a question she doesn't really want to hear the answer to. If he knows and remembers all the deaths and there was at least the one she made... did he know that one too, the other ones? What she--

"I... I don't know. It's a slippery slope to think about it being real in some way. I couldn't even tell if Olivia was real or alive or a ghost or a house construct or..." The brunette woman draws in a breath of air to hold, then release with puff over her rose-hued lips, leaving print mark behind on her glass as she drains the rest of the contents, "I also don't understand how that's supposed to draw you back? Or was that to-- I don't know, babe."

Lilith seems a little thrown by it all herself now that she's trying to actually explain her side of how it was all coming in, she at least knows she wasn't experiencing it as strongly as the other two given how they were each reacting. After putting her glass down, she clasps her hand over Byron's hand holding her other and looks at him directly, made up eyes misting up in brief before she blinks it back, "We're probably both going to feel bad about not fighting back, or doing something the way we feel we should have. But maybe we did the only things we could do and it just has to be enough." She pauses delicately, "Maybe we're okay because we made each other okay. We do that. We always have."

Byron considers some of what Lilith says. Tilting his head in ponderous thought, his eyes on his still half-filled martini glass, he says, "Maybe we should have let CPS take us away. I didn't need to protect..." Thinking further on this, he makes clear, "Early on, maybe I thought I needed to protect them. My father. In hindsight," He shakes his head, this disgusted smile spreading across his lips, "Anyway, if that did happen, who knows what kinda guy I'd be today. Where I'd be." His gaze drifts once more to meet with Lilith's bright blue eyes, "If we'd both be here together right now."

While Lilith may worry about him experiencing what she used to Dream would happen to him if she stuck around, it's not something that comes to Byron's mind at the moment. There's probably more than one such memory involving Lilith. There were also still a lot of corpses left buried even after she churned the earth.

In truth, they are both confused as to what the House wanted from Byron now that all of that was revealed. He has his own ideas, which he doesn't to bring up at this moment. Perhaps, Lilith had thought the same. Either way, it's not the most pleasant of topics.

With his hand grasped between the both of Lilith's, he sees the glistening within her eyes of unshed tears. "You're probably right. We make each other okay..." He then just has to add, "Do you..." He can't believe that he's even asking this, "Do you think the car is some ridiculous little boy's fantasy power trip?" Yes, Olivia did sort of diss his Wraith. Hell, she dissed his whole image as some child's dream and goals. This is followed by a laugh, "Just... Nevermind." His free hand lifts his glass to down the remaining contents, before setting it aside and digging into his pocket for his wallet to pay for the drinks and tip the guy. "Come on, I got us a room. Now, it's not the penthouse, but I can't take those away from our excited guests. And lose out on the profits?" Snatching up his phone to shove into his pants pocket, he rises, lending his sturdiness to help Lilith stand as well.

Lilith smiles and hitches her bare shoulders a little helplessly in 'who knows' fashion while staring at Byron for a moment. Then after wetting her lips, she mentions, "I've been back in town roughly a year. I never expected you to be here. I never expected to come back. I certainly never expected..." She looks at their hands and smiles a little again, this one soft and fond, not touched by hints of stress or sadness or any of the glowing cover and presentation flair that was happening in the lobby. The woman was stuck looking backwards so long, wondering 'what if' about her own life, but ever since the holidays, that's been gone. Over time, she realized 'what if' doesn't really matter when it comes to Byron. He's made it so much easier to think and look forward in life, not backwards.

Lilith knows they have right now. Sometimes 'right now' sucks, but they still have each other throughout. It matters.

The brunette rises up as Byron releases his hand for a moment to drain the drink and tip the barkeep, taking an opportunity then to really look over the bar and restaurant here in the Casino, everything sleek and swank as it should be, "Look, we did our time poor. That was just a petty ego stab and you're a manly man, so it stuck. Of course you came up, you always worked, you deserve to enjoy that come up. I love your car. In fact, when you get even richer from this casino, I'm entirely asking for a Bugatti. I'll be the ridiculous one out of the two of us."

Then when he rises, she rises too and grabs her clutch before settling arm in link through one of his to stroll away from the bar and restaurant, through the Casino promenade to the elevators and privacy. Just one more round of smiles for the public and it doesn't even have to be that so long as they make a beeline and don't get caught up or distracted on the way, "We should have dinner and drinks here soon. You can croon to me on the piano and sing about how amazing I am for everyone to know." Her tongue then clicks with a teasing lie, "I do take issue about not being set up in the penthouse, though, tch. What happened to you wanting nothing but the best for me?"

Lilith's confirmation that no, Byron didn't have ridiculous taste makes him smile. It's an amused smile, nevertheless, but it does brighten up his features. When she mentions the Bugatti, though, this brings out a light laugh. Dragging her through the throngs of casino goers and guests, holding onto her hand with a firm, yet at the same time, gentle grasp. They are stopped here and there to speak briefly with guests who recognize him or the pair. Many of them are Gray Harbor natives, but there are many in the business world who knows of Byron Thorne's name and image, so he's all friendly smiles all around.

Not even the elevator gives them refuge from the masses. Once it opens up, several hotel guests come filing out, but even as they enter, pressing the button to the second to the highest floor, several more guests come piling in. Some are even toting luggage alongside a porter. Luckily for them, what guests that entered with them, all get off on the same floor and it's only at that moment where they are left in complete privacy-- aside from the security cameras, of course.

Byron finally responds to her inquiry, "We were all booked up early on and... my getting a room here was a spur of the moment thing. We had a last minute cancellation, so..." The idea of his being the piano man for a time at the Sitka has him laughing and looking a touch sheepish, "I don't.." He starts, this even broader smile tugging at the edge of his lips, "I'm not sure if I could do it. Play the piano and sing in front of an actual audience. It sounds pretty intense and nerve-wracking if I'm going to be honest."

The floor that they exit is primarily a VIP floor and yet there's still people milling around. They even pass a couple who are on their way to the elevator which they just left, the men tipping their heads in acknowledgement in passing, while the other wealthy guy's date checks to see who Lilith is wearing for the evening. Her partner seemingly does the same too, even if he's not really interested in designer labels.

As they near one of the rooms to a suite, Byron looks over his shoulder down the hallway behind him, one of his hands reaching into his pocket to fish out the room key card. In one quick tug, he pulls her in close and just as he's about to swipe the key card to unlock the room, he leans his weight on her to press her back up against the wall, their faces hovering closely together. Moving in swiftly for a passionate kiss, his own need to cope with what they'd both experienced stirs up his own desires. When they were together, he could forget all about the old house and the bodies buried there.

"Does it sound scary? Good, I expect you to propose that way. Double the nerves, double the fears, I like my men to be in a state of terror while loving me." Lilith says while stepping out of the elevator with Byron, though she doesn't let down the postured pose and walk while in the hallway of their due floor. Especially with VIPs milling around. When the couple passes with the woman eyeing her dress (and man) she flashes a happy smile to have it noticed, suddenly, and says in passing, "David Koma." The swank designer, "Does red carpet wear." The woman makes a noise of noting approval, as women of certain style, money, and fashion do, because Lilith isn't boasting so much as she's suggesting when it comes to moneyed peers.

For someone that came up with a neglectful drunk dad in a trailer park, she's definitely had her own come up in life, though the circumstances under which she learned all these different designers came before Byron. Just like he plays social chameleon, she does to, at least to her own degrees, making VIP floors seem as effortless in owned moments as she would drinking beers around a campfire. The man knows she has her limits, though, she's not the social public butterfly he is, she just makes it all look fitting and good and tends to be witty enough to be found 'darling' even when she speaks in a blunt way that's out of pleasant flufftalk bounds.

"At least we'll still have a view in a suite, I suppose I can handle--" Lilith starts to comment with a vague smile of teasing aside at Byron while he digs out the key card, then is caught offguard by the sudden tug against the man's body. Making a noise in her throat that's small, but pure startled delight, it turns into a drone of nigh purr with desire in that close hover, just before their lips meet. Byron can feel the hum of it still on her lips at first before they part so she can immediately sweep tongue for passionate meeting without delay. With one hand pressed flat against his chest and tux, the other slides for drop down his stomach, then side slips to grip at his hip. Once she has a good firm hold of him while kissing, she pulls him needlessly tighter in against her pin at the wall, body shifting with flex.

In the heat of the moment, there was barely room for talking. Their mouths were locked, breathing in and tasting one another in this closeness. They hadn't even made it into the room yet and there were security cameras everywhere in the halls. With the key card still in one hand, the other runs rampant over Lilith's slinkily clad form, feeling her flesh through the criss cross of her lacing as a strong hand makes its way down her body.

His pent up explosive desires had stemmed by this need to shut the bad out, though it was probably helped along by the martini that he had. When Lilith had shown up, that wasn't his first. And then again, Lilith, herself, looked like a sensuous goddess standing out in a crowd of gawkers and admirers. Byron wanted to shut the whole world out. While he may be a showman, it's difficult to maintain this winner's facade after what they'd both just been through.

She can feel the intensity of his desires in the firmness of his grip on her, his heavy breaths that mist against her skin and just the heat behind his kisses. One of his shoulders begins to work to shrug his velvet jacket off. There were still others on the floor, though most were already inside of their own suites. That said, there are a few just stepping off the elevator themselves that come across the scene. The room was on the far end of the hall, so not many would have a need to actually walk passed them, but they are in view from the space leading to the elevator.

Even as he gropes at her, kisses her and is in the process of disrobing, the hand with the key card slides into the device, letting out this beep and a green light to indicate that the door was now unlocked. He doesn't enter immediately, but he swings the door open in preparation to do so.

There's not only no room for talking, there's not time or space for Lilith to let herself get anxious or passive, at least not yet. Instead of propriety or embarrassment about being out in the hall in view of cameras and patronage of the casino here and there, it's a catalyst along with the surprise and rampant desire Byron has unleashed on her. With her hand still on the man's hip, one finger hooks in with his belt looping to secure her hold and grind him with forward pull against her stomach, rolling with motion in the pin to the wall.

The touch of his skin to her skin through the tantalizing open diagonal lacing of her gown, it's also a catalyst, his fingertips feel hot to Lilith, she feels the desperation behind them to get flesh to flesh, especially once he starts to shrug out of the jacket. The brunette is vaguely aware that they're probably not alone in the hall, that the door has just beeped and clicked with push inward to enter, but with her mouth a tempest on Byron's and her tugging grind of motion, her leg lifts in brief up alongside him. With the lacing ending in high thigh slit of dress, it's almost like a baring, passionate and sexually driven tango pose, toes pointed in tall heels as the lift drags along the outer side of his thigh to hip with pressure of her own inner thigh.

She's either inviting him to lift her and take her against the wall on the spot, or lift her entirely to take her inside the room. Either are possible, this is still Lilith and she's so absorbed with breath and the wet heat of their mouths, she's practically on the verge of biting, little nips of her teeth hitting or dragging his lips here and there. Byron was the man of this place, he's been working so hard to see this through, now it's done, he should get to let loose and feel accomplished. He should get to fall into and away from the terror and memories of earlier in the day, and she...

Lilith has been pent up for weeks. They've made love a few times since the Vivisectionist ripped into her head, but since the fight between them soon after, she's been such a passive and careful player. Byron knows even when she was responsive and enjoying herself, she was also holding back, not totally letting go of tensions or stresses, relying on his initiation and guiding. That's all absent for the time because taken offguard and overwhelmed by him, he's the only thing at her wits and senses, and she's starting to not just passionately, but roughly respond.

This powerful urgency to have her tempts Byron to take Lilith right here and now out in this hallway. There's an electricity that sparks between them at every inch that their bodies touch. It's a powerful connection, one that drives him to grind up against her to meet with her own quickening desires. He follows this up with a few steady pulses of motion, a soft groan rumbling in his throat and against the flesh at her neck where he bites down gently on.

A trio of young, wealthy types, all expensively dressed (two girls and a guy) whisper to one another in amusement at this torrid display. There's some laughter between them all and one of the women says something along the lines of, "This place is so electrifying isn't it?" She's, apparently, the guy's girlfriend or wife, "Maybe before the night is over we'll end up like that somewhere. Anywhere." And to this the three of them laugh in high spirits stepping into the elevator. Of course, there's at least one wolf whistle before the elevator doors shut.

Sliding out of his jacket sleeves, he haphazardly swings it around to drape over the forearm of his key card hand, just before he slips the key back into his pants pocket. It's difficult to tell what he's planning to do exactly or whether he's planning anything at all. Right now, he's overtaken by the moment, allowing it to sweep them both away in their own burning passion. One of his hands moves to her thigh, practically dragging the skirt of her dress up as he elevates her slightly, his hand now rusting against her backside. That hungry mouth of his sweeps downward over the bosom swell of dress, feeling her softness beneath the fabric.

They remain like this for a long moment with wandering hands and lips, his chin eventually lifts to meet with her mouth again and that's when she feels his left hand reposition the leg in his grasp so that they both wrap around his torso now, grasping at the back of her thigh. With care, that doesn't put a damper on his own hunter, he takes one step back, before pushing forth through the open door. What Lilith will find inside is that this is, in fact, A Honeymoon Suite. One of the guest couples had to cancel at the last minute.

One inside, he back himself up against the door in order to shut it, giving him this time to reposition himself and maintain balance with this bounty in his arms.

Lilith tips her head back and turns it to watch the trio go into the elevator with a slip of satisfied, pleasured smile, shamelessly pulling him into the grinding motion against her with leg splayed and lifted. Then Byron's head is tipping down to lay mouth and teeth into the soft flesh of her neck and it jolts her out of that moment of exhibition ego and drive, right into a gasp. Her hand comes up to grip hard at his neck under the collar of the man's shirt once the jacket is off, pushing and urging him on, back arching up away from the wall when his lips drift lower to tantalize and tease above the dress fabric.

Where Byron holds her leg, her hips drive forward with surging away from the wall for a hard knock of grind against his pants right before he lifts her. When their mouths meet again, she's breathing fast and heavy and hot, and her arms throw up about his neck and shoulders to pull into the upward motion and grip for momentum into the room proper. With the door closed and Byron up against it catching his balance, Lilith clings with her thighs at bent and held grip, gaining herself a bit of leverage to work herself with simulated motion of clothed sex.

Suddenly, though, she breaks all the silence and drops her head alongside Byron's neck this time, hitting it with a bite down before she ever kisses, sucking over the tender flesh afterwards as a wet and pressured, sensual apology. Releasing and breathing against the damp skin, she murmurs, "I wanted to have you make me feel and remember fucking at the roulette table while downstairs. I still want it."

Lilith is just short of making demands, lashing her tongue up the side length of his carotid artery to catch his ear lobe between her teeth. After flicking play with the tip of her tongue, she moves the kiss into a drag along his jawline, relishing the bristles and sting over the soft, kiss-swelled flesh of her lips, tacking on, "Unzip me."

Suddenly, Lilith is reaching down to unfasten Byron's belt with her arm smashed between them, working with deft, quick motion so she can get at the zipper of his pants, tit for tat help (and hungry impatience).

Now that they were inside, Byron allows the jacket to carelessly slip from off his arm, feeling the shift of Lilith's weight as she pulls herself tightly against him, those long legs wrapped around his midsection. His greedy mouth stops mid-kiss and she can feel the muscles in his body contract in time with the pleasured moan that now escapes his lips. For a time, he stares deep into her eyes, his head tilted back to press against the hard door behind him.

The Lilith brings up the roulette table in a soft, heated murmur and Byron can't help but beam in amusement at that, feeling those soft, yet sharp nibbles along the side of the throat. It tickled a little and yet it stirred up so much within him. He basks in this sensual attention that she brings him, sensing the nip at his lobe and the heat of her breath against his cheek. She doesn't have to ask him twice, one of his hands already reaching to tug desperately at her zipper, wanting to tear her out of that gorgeous dress.

"Mmm... There's so many things that I want to do to you..." He returns in his own murmur, partially turning his head in her direction to press that bristled cheek further against her gentle flesh.

Byron does things to Lilith, oh yes, right there against the window with a view of the bay. It’s intense and passionate and violent with lust and consuming passion. It’s the kind of sex between them they crave, something well overdue as an outlet.

Spent at catchup and nuzzle, there's certainly no hurry about Lilith once all is said and done and then some — she's lazy with pride and residual pleasure. Sitting back on her heels, though, when she turns eyes up at Byron, they're still ridiculously blue and made up and most of the lust has turned into pure afterglow affection. With pitiful princess lift of arms, she murmurs to Byron, "Hot water cuddles, please."

Afterall, they are in a honeymoon suite and there is a hot tub already bubbling, they'd be crazy not to soak all that energy exertion aftermath out in the thing. It doesn't lend to much more talking, though, All bodily leaned with cuddle once they get to the hot water, she's pleasure drunk with drowse, but she mentions three things at different times while resting in the bubbles against massaging jets with Byron.

"I want room service breakfast with everything."

"You wake up before me, you should wake me up with your head between my legs... but order room service first."

"... I missed you. I want to tell you things. But when we wake up."

Once they are done, as this is a honeymoon suite, Byron lifts her into a princess carry before settling her down into the hot tub. He then slides in to sit beside her, feeling even more relaxed now (if that's even possible), with those jets heat massaging at his the muscles in his back, his legs. After the events of that evening and the position that they were in, it felt nice to warm up those muscles some. Before settling in, he made sure to pour them a couple of glasses of champagne, which he's savoring at the moment with small sip, the expression on his face is one of amusement when she makes her demands.

The room service with everything. May as well splurge while they're here. However, the second statement brings out a smile, his glass lowering. "It's a good thing that I tend to wake up before you do on a normal basis." This is followed up with, "Seems like I'm having a bit of desert before breakfast." The last of what she requests, gets a slow nod. There was probably a lot to talk about. Most likely things that this evening helped him to forget.

With an arm draped over her shoulder, he pulls her in close, snuggling up against her with soft kisses, he murmurs, "I'll get all of those things done..." Before adding as an afterthought in a quiet murmur, a hint of laughter in his tone, "For now, I'm just hoping that we don't end up relaxing in this hot tub with some freakin' cutthroat trout."