2020-05-21 - Room Service Makes Everything Better

Sometimes, Byron and Lilith sex is more than just sex. It's more than making love, it's more than fucking, it's more than a feeding of the incessant (obsessive) craving they have for each other since life smashed them back together. Sometimes, it's so intense, so absorbing, so consuming. It's something to hide in from the world, somewhere to outpour all the things words can't express, passionate to the point of violence. There's a point where the need gets so strong, even close isn't close enough, it comes off like a fight to get right under one another's skin. Each one knows how to drive the other absolutely mad with desire to reach the point where nothing else exists.

They had one of those nights. It was long overdue and semblances linger in the morning. Byron wakes Lilith up exactly the way she told him she wanted to wake and heat is instantly ignited. With it being the morning after opening, the room service he called for has a significant wait time, but by the time they've moved out of the bed to the shower to fuck against one of the walls in the spray, it's getting due time. They're quick and intense, almost giddy with the rush of racing the door knock, and when that comes with the employee to wheel in full morning delivery, they're in plush hotel robes with wet hair, ready to eat in bed with a view.

As they're unveiling all the breakfast finds with the aroma of bacon and coffee and soap between them, Lilith nabs a piece of bacon with starving impatience before making pour into cup of coffee priority for handing over to Byron with a girlish smile, "I am so spoiled. So so so so spoiled. Like... take me out back and shoot me if you leave levels of ruined, seriously. But you know what I think of sometimes?" She pauses for effect, "Sometimes, I miss horrible cheap food. What's the horrible one you get a craving for out of the blue? Mine's generic spaghetti O rings with fake meat balls."

With the hot and torrid evening that they both shared followed by a morning pick me up and a quick fuck in the shower is more than enough to make Byron forget about the incident that just happened yesterday afternoon. On waking, being the early riser that he is, he couldn't help but spend time simply basking in the aftermath of last night, taking the time to watch Lilith sleep for a quiet moment before making the call for room service and everything sensual that followed.

The idea of this time limit made their time together beneath the hot steam of the shower made things all the more exhilarating. Nevermind, that they made the steward wait a bit before they were forced to finish and grabbing their robes on the way out.

Now that they're seated and enjoying a good meal, all that Byron could think was that this was the life. Mind blowing sex, a delicious breakfast and the view of the sunrise just out the window. On top of that, he was able to share this moment with the most beautiful woman in the world. Taking a sip of his coffee between bites of toast sloshed in egg yolk, Lilith is being Lilith again with her questions, but this one isn't far off in left field. "I'd have say hot pockets. Maybe. No. Pizza rolls... or that cheap macaroni and cheese out of the box."

"One day... you're going to come home from work to pizza rolls and neon orange mac and cheese and spaghetti O rings like a trailer park buffet in the fancy glass dishware. You realize this now, yes? We're older, though, we're going to have to smoke a joint to take away our refined tastes and knock us back old hood again." Lilith is talking with the coffee passed over and making rounds between all the different things on tiny plates. To be fair, neither of them likely ate the day before, at least not much, and they ran their bodies to exhaustion with pleasure over and over, hunger is due. But when Lilith does this, it's almost like she's trying to taste and cram in all the things that she remembers are available to her. Things that just often weren't once upon a time.

She's perfectly happy in doing so too, you'd never really think they had such a wringer of things the day before, or hell, the past year. The woman leans over to steal a bite like a pecking thief of the man's eggy dipped toast right before it hits his mouth (while she still has bacon in her own) then breaks into a chewing grin before pressing a kiss at his cheek. Then sighing and eventually slowing some, she nuzzles at Byron's shoulder to drink black coffee with more cautious sips for heat, blowing down into the steam, "I love you. We needed last night, however we got there. It was good for both of us. Lately, I've been so..."

Lilith tries to think of how to phrase and is visibly thoughtful before speaking again, "Careful. Too careful. Too afraid and shamed by what I want and how much I want it. Then I'd tell myself it's ridiculous, you know? How can it be a bad thing to want you too much? After all we go through? But then I'd go to fix it and it'd build and things would happen and I..." Her bottom lip is grazed by her teeth before she leans to put the coffee down and picks up half a grapefruit to start sectioning out and eating after sprinkling it liberally with sugar, attack done with a fancy little spoon, "I had plans to knock that off and tie you up last night, among other things like the roulette table trick and the pretty bit made bare under my clothes."

The woman slants Byron a sidelong smile while poking at her piece of fruit with jabbing to free another bittersweet citrus section, some drying dark hair falling about her face, "Who needs plans, hm?" She pauses, as if to explain further, but ends up thinking and taking another sip of coffee to pace herself.

When Lilith practically threatens him with serving food from their childhood on his fancy dishes, Byron is quick to retort between sips of coffee, "I'll have you know that I on some of my busiest days or when I'm just too exhausted to make dinner, I enjoy me some mac and cheese and pizza rolls." He then leans in to take a bite out of his yolk soaked toast when Lilith gets in there first. His mouth opened, head tilted slightly, those lips quickly purse in feigned annoyance, before he gets the chance to take a bite out of it himself just as she appeases him with a kiss to his cheek.

For now, he lets her talk and explain to him the reason on why she's been so distant in the bedroom. So... passive and nothing like the Lilith that he knows. Chewing in silence, he chases the toast down with another sip of espresso before finally saying, "I'm... I'm sorry that I made you feel self-conscious about," He's not quite sure what to call it, letting an almost frustrated exhale of air escape his nostrils. "About your sensual nature. Like I said, you're a little minx." Setting his cup down beside his plate, he turns to press his lips into Lilith's hair, "That's just one of the things that I love about you. I was just, I don't know what I was thinking when I said it."

If anything, Byron's entertained by the idea that she had planned to tie him up last night, his chin still pressed atop her head, "I'm a little sorry that I ruined your plans. I'll say this much, no one's ever called you boring, I'm sure." His mind even drifts off to all sorts of things that being tied up could entail. He, himself, has only been on the dominant end of that spectrum, but it's not something that he's really done often.

There's the barest shake of Lilith's head at Byron's apology and a small, reassured smile as he comes in to kiss against her washed head of hair and leans there. Truth be told, Lilith was only furious when Byron and her were mid-fight, it just hurt like hell and caught her offguard. She knew there was nothing really behind it, she's no stranger to nasty, petty comments when she's angry, herself, and she knows it. But afterwards, all that fury and shame turned inward, resonant with so many shades and echoes of her past as a troubled woman, in those years and gaps and blind spots of her life she doesn't really talk about.

"I'm only insatiable because it's you. Really, you shouldn't be sorry, nothing is ruined, just delayed-- I am still going to catch you and restrain you like a wild horse that needs taming when you're not expecting it. There was just something poetic about it being your big man night and getting tied up while in one of the posh suites on that same night." Lilith pokes in the last bite of grapefruit before tossing the spoon and the rind back down to the tray with clatter, favoring Byron over food suddenly. Her tone of voice is laced with subtle humor toward the tail end of her explained planning, and her body in the robe is warm as she half-turns to reach wrapping arms around the man's midsection for squeeze.

She'd leave it be there, but Lilith thinks about the way Byron was kind of laid emotionally bare by the experience at the Thorne house, and she doesn't think it's quite fair for her to leave so many blind spots about her past, suddenly. That and when she over-reacts or withdraws over something, sometimes, Byron knowing some of those unfavorable events and facts could actually work in both their favor, it'd help him manage her through or save them some confusion, sulking, or general stress. After taking in a breath and thinking, she speaks with brief tip of face into his plush robe, "Anyway, no. I've been called a lot of things, but boring is not one of them." She pauses, "Probably why I reacted so strongly."

There's a pause, then she squirms more onto her hip to stretch a leg and foot out to push the breakfast tray toward the foot of the bed so she can properly curl and cozy up next to Byron so that she can see him, "It started early. I didn't get my first gun in Miami. I stole it when I was fifteen? No, sixteen." Pause, "You remember Jameson, Hank's worst friend?" Best friend, whatever, Jameson made Hank look like a saint, she refuses to use that phrase.

Byron's lips mumur against her hair in lean, "Every night has the potential to be a big man night when I'm with you." It's a crude joke, but he places another kiss at the crown of her head anyway. He distances himself a little to finish off the remainder of toast, not wanting to rain crumbs all over Lilith's freshly bathed self and especially not into her hair. "But that means, I need to watch my back now before you rein me in as if I were a bucking bronco." He still remembers the emotional imprints he got off the cord. There was something hot about watching Lilith in action like that.

After dusting off his hands, he moves one hand to snake around her, pulling her in close as she wraps her own arms around his torso. Right now, in hindsight, it was stupid to get upset about some random thing that Lilith decided to go ahead and do in his absence. But then she was pulled into a Dream with Marshall around that same time. As these thoughts filter through his mind, he decides to dismiss them all as to not ruin their moment together now.

His attention is even moreso drawn to the present when Lilith decides to open up about part of her past with him. When they were sixteen, they'd already drifted apart, he is reminded. "I remember Jameson, sure." Then something comes to mind, "Why? What did he do?"

When Lilith was sixteen, she tried desperately to blend into backdrop and avoid attention, but she was so very pretty with blossom into full womanhood at that point, it was harder than someone might think. Too pretty can seriously be a problem from time to time, those black band t-shirts and abundant eyeliner and messy ponytails and hoodies did nothing more than make her look some smoldering form of withdrawn broody like a movie cast role in a teen wiccan movie. Even as a stone cold or quiet and witty bitch when she spoke to boys, she was the pined over object of affection for a few, and when they didn't get their way, sometimes, they'd get mean, but that was usually mitigated. She had to make a point of being meaner early on.

(Lily used to like to pretend Byron was punching someone into behaving while in the boys' locker room or something, behind her back. It was a little suspicious when Nick Byers apologized out of the blue for calling her a slut.)

But teenage boys aren't why Lily wanted a gun when she was sixteen. Hank's trailer parties were. He was very into the hard stuff when she was a teenager and justified it by telling her repeatedly that she was grown enough to take care of herself, he deserved the break! Trailer park father of the year, as usual. That's also when Jameson was around a lot crashing over at the place and toughs for loan sharks were constantly knocking at the door.

"He tried to sell me. Twice. Heard him on the other side of those paper thin doors, all hopped up on coke trying to sling me to pay debt to a dealer." Lilith rolls her eyes, and apparently is a little less bothered than she probably should be about that fact. That or she's playing it off, but either way she doesn't really seem upset during the rehash, she seems more... relieved to be telling Byron or someone about it. She probably never has.

"It was a New Year's Eve party the first time. I jumped the window into the rain before they came in. I ran to the shop to use the phone to call... well, you. But I couldn't and was freaking out about going back. But I saw a gun in the case Hank had for sale and I stole it and the ammo from the safe, instead. They were gone by the time I went back in the morning. Hank was passed out." She pauses, "I popped out and threatened to shoot both of them in the balls during the next house party a few weeks later when he tried the second time, so uh. Worked out."

After pulling in a breath and suddenly pressing a kiss at Byron's cheek like this is perfectly okay morning talk, she says, "Anyway, I-- I hear what he said to the guy, still, from time to time. I hear the sales pitch. That little trailer park girls like me love to be fucked, and that I was just old enough to start learning that. I believe he said verbatim that my tight little pussy was prime value before my daddy issues put me on the pole." She pauses, "Please don't go to jail for murder."

When Lilith starts with her story, Byron gives her the floor. His gaze will shift between Lilith and, well, everything else in the room, believing it would make her uncomfortable if he stared at her during this retelling. The way Alexander tends to do. So, sometimes he'll idly stare down at the breakfast foods all neat upon their fancy dishes and other times, his gaze will drift back towards her, especially, when some important detail is revealed. And she reveals a lot here.

There's hardly a physical sign that any of this angers him, the muscles in his form, the hand wrapped around her waist, there's no tension found there even when she gets to the darker part of her tale. In fact, if anything, it would be the sudden troubled look in his dark eyes, one which he allows to sweep away from her and stare out of the window that might give hints of his own growing anger. "That's pretty fucked up." He says somewhat casually, his brows lifted in thought. "If I'd known... I mean," Here, he returns to face Lilith once more, this serious cast to his face, "I wish you'd had called." But even he knows that there's no reason to make her feel guilt over that again. "And look at you now, sitting here in the honeymoon suite of some posh hotel. Taking in room service with the works." That is all said lightly in the hopes of taking some weight off of her shoulders regarding this whole thing. She can feel his hand at her side lift to brush through strands of damp hair, ""He, nor anyone, will ever be able to make you feel that way again."

If Byron plans on paying Simmons a visit, he's keeping mum about it.

"Well. I'm telling you now, the same way I'd have told you then-- don't get yourself in trouble over an asshole that's just always going to be an asshole." Lilith says to Byron with a tiny click of her tongue which is a dismissive uptick noise. In fact, it kind of sounds like a silent way of saying 'don't get caught' moreso than 'don't do anything'. The woman presses her lips on with a full kiss to the man's mouth afterwards, briefly breaking away to tilt her head with eyes closed into the stroke of hair, "And I'm glad I told you, even though what I told you was absolutely terrible. I've never told anyone. It's certainly not the only time in my life that sticks with echo like that, but it... was the first."

Lilith crawls with more turning and more kissing into a crawl over Byron's lap with readjusting, then straightens into straddling sit to look at him with a slight smile that seems genuine and unweighted. Both of her hands go up to smooth back and arrange his own hair fastidiously while it's finishing air dry, fingertips grazing affectionately and deliberately over the scalp before she brings them down to feather touch along the edges of his ear and jaw, "But you're right. Look at me. I'm not even up here as a paid escort. I take 'staying off the pole' to levels unheard of among girls wth extensive daddy issues. I turned most of it into rage." And specialized pain-dominatrix work. But still, it's not stripping, it counts as a win.

"You're incredibly handsome." Lilith goes serious, though, at the tail end of all that while touching Byron's jaw, features shifting to gradually reflective and affectionate. She lets that hang there, a touch breathless and low toned about it, then, "How do you feel about everything?" It's a vague question, but somehow still pointed with the word 'everything'. Lilith could mean a number of things, but she likely means the collective, because it's been a loaded twenty-four hours. He finally got to open the Casino and see the results to stellar levels, him and Lilith really got to come together physically, emotionally, and passionately the way they needed, and she just told him a piece of why she's been how she's been recently.

And last but not close to least, of course, there was the time at the Thorne house.

"Mmhmm..." Byron murmurs when Lilith warns him yet again about being careful if he decides to take action. At least there's a small smile to go with it, just in time to lovingly accept the kiss which she brings with a close lean, his lips parting to taste some of that savory breakfast mingled with her own warm breath on her own lips. He has to think about what she says next, the smile almost fading, but what he offers is a nod of eventual understanding. Byron always had reasons to hide his own abuse because the Byron that Stephen Thorne knew and the Byron that everyone else knew were two completely different people. Only his mother knows these two lives that he'd lived during his youth.

That smile soon returns, widening with a lift of his chin, feeling her fingers running through his hair and against his scalp as she shifts to straddle over his thighs, his own hands lowering to hold her steady a her waist. Despite what she'd just told him, she was smiling her sweet smile, so Byron will remain content about all of this for her sake. "As dangerous and as frightening as you can be... Imagine /if/ you went the other route." She would have been a girl with daddy issues that might've actually killed someone or two in her time.

Enjoying these moments when he's complimented, Byron practically basks in not only her words but in her own beauty, the smile lingering still, as his too-dark eyes drift over her fair features starting from her lips all the way up so that he's looking deeply into her blue eyed gaze. "And you're like a goddess that walks the earth." A goddess of destruction even. The question though, while it doesn't make his grin fade, he falters to ponder on this.

"It should be completely exhausting, but after last night." And this morning.. "I feel invigorated and ready to kick today's ass." Sure, he didn't have the chance to fit in a work out (yet) or a jog, but there's time later in the day as well. He'll just have to make time. It's his turn to lean in close, nuzzling his nose against hers, even if what he says next might not be the most warmest of topics, "After today, maybe they'll leave me alone. They let us go without a fight."

Lilith isn't much of a blusher, she's bold and blustery and witty enough to generally take or deny flattery. That said, while seated and straddled over Byron's lap in their robes with them looking at each other's faces, his comparison to her as a goddess gets her. She's fresh faced from the shower, so there's absolutely no denying the heat that starts to rise over her cheeks and on the edges of her ears, lashes falling to drop briefly with a girlish noise in her throat, "And don't you just make me feel like one, looking at me like that."

Her eyes are quick to come back to his dark ones, though, especially once Byron has had a moment to think a tick and answer her question on his own state of well-being. The answer is about what she expected, but it still bolsters her to hear him sound like he means it for now, too. As he leans in with nose nuzzling, her words stay soft despite the serious content of what Lilith says, arms making drape about his neck and shoulders, "Maybe. We can certainly hope so. If not..."

The woman lays on a kiss while keeping nose to nose with Byron, then another before actually finishing her sentence with a quiet certainty, "We'll be ready to kick back at whatever comes, mm?" Then she drops her voice to teasing whisper while nipping at the man's bottom lip, "Our sex is magic. It makes everything better. I'd say let's get up and kick the day's ass, but that means moving and getting dressed. Sounds like a hurdle."

Leaning forward, she lazily kisses at the side of Byron's neck before murmuring, "I'm going to give you a full back rub, though. Then we can go back to participating in life. In return, you save me from the pissed off cat when we get home. Deal?"

Seeing the gentle blush on Lilith's skin is enough to make Byron all warm and fuzzy. She was beautiful even without all the accouterments and cosmetic enhancements. Her skin was milky smooth, lips plush and full. And those eyes. Even without the liner and mascara, Lilith's eyes were, "...mesmerizing and amazing." Those were words that he'd thought to himself and didn't realize it until after they were spoken, that he was about to speak them aloud. He blinks once, hearing his own voice, but these were words that he was unashamed to have spoken.

The arms at her waist wrap tightly around her, pulling her forward over his lap, their foreheads leaning in close, noses brushing against one another, but it's her eyes that he's staring into now. If anything, while he might openly dismiss his old home's intentions (that's a weird thing to even think about), a few things still bothered him from yesterday, but it's not anything he wants to think about.

Out of habit, his thoughts on everything that he needed to do today, she can feel his left arm twitch at her side as he's about to lift it to check the watch that he's not yet wearing. "Mmmm. A back rub sounds nice." But then she gives him the trade off for this massage and it has him breaking out into a laugh, "If he's giving you that much trouble, we can always get rid of him." He is probably joking, but knowing Byron, he has no time for inconveniences of any kind. Leaning in close to her as she nuzzles against his neck, he seeks out her lips, which brush against her cheek in his pursuit. "Deal."

"He keeps it up, I'll just shave him for summer. Imagine the offense." Lilith murmurs with quiet humor, though honestly, she's all caught up with residual fluster from the very way Byron is looking at her, then subsequently nuzzling in for a kiss. When his lips graze over her cheek, it's hot and within a second her lips turn to meet with sweet brush before slow and sensual kiss. And cuddling. So much nuzzling and cuddling. She's all softened up with affection to the point where she's practically glowing as much as tinged with blush, she's fun to hold like this, her body practically purrs with contentment in little wiggles and writhes, a bit like a happy cat.

At some point, Lilith worms her way to sit behind Byron to give him the upright form of back massage with his robe pulled down-- that way he stays motivated to actually get out of bed for the day instead of lying in a heap of naked and oil like she might do during an evening dote affair. And it's not like he's going to make it out of the building without working, and they rode together. So instead of asking to have him run her home, she self-entertains around the premises and buys a new day-style white cocktail shift dress from one of the designer shops downstairs. She looks accordingly lovely to meet up and be on Byron's arm for a late lunch and drinks with congratulatory associates or whoever else.

Then she plays a lot of slots and blackjack because it's a casino and she can. She at least loses money slowly enough to keep herself entertained at a fair rate before they eventually get home to face the cat.