The second she stepped inside the hotel lobby Valerie felt different. Exhilarated yet anxious, as if she were at the top of a roller-coaster, mere moments from plummeting. She didn’t want to escape the ride but there was a terrifying second where she wondered if she’d enjoy it as much as she had thought she would. Then Brian’s hands were around her waist like the safety bar. Lips on her neck tingled like the wind caressing her skin and his whispered words made her stomach flip like the cart had just begun it’s speedy descent. She had the ridiculous urge to throw her hands in the air. Scream if you want to go faster. The breath in her lungs was released slowly as she leaned back against him. One small hand splayed across his in consent, her thumb lightly tracing patterns of nothing, while her other hand slipped into her pocket to retrieve her wallet.
Valerie smiled at the woman behind the desk, exchanged pleasantries, and ignored her knowing look by wiping away her smirk as she slid her bank card across with a happy little, “We want a room with a wonderful view of the city.” The blonde might not look like she had any sort of wealth but even she knew those sort of rooms came with a hefty fee. Then she paused, glanced up at Brian with a cheeky smile and bit her lip. “Better make it two nights.” She said to the receptionist, yet kept his gaze. When the key card and her bank card were slid across the counter she slipped one back into it’s place in her wallet and the other into Brian’s hand with a soft murmur of, “Let’s go find our room.”
She might have danced towards the elevator had she not preferred to keep his arms around her. The blonde had had enough space between them to last a lifetime, she didn’t want anymore. Not even for a few minutes. Though she did manage to keep her hands mostly to herself as other people walked in and out on various floors, and then they reached theirs. Valerie slipped her hand back into Brian’s and waited until he had the door open before practically running inside to spin around, taking it all in. “Holy crap!” She exclaimed, mouth open, “This room is huge!” And damn, it was decadent. Art hung on the walls, the bed had been dipped in luxury and the bathroom was the size of her dorm room. Valerie took it all in as she ran from place to place like an excited puppy allowed in a park for the first time. There was a table and chairs with what she assumed was an ice bucket containing a bottle of complimentary champagne and it made her laugh, there was an actual couch in front of a television that she was sure they had no use for and a fridge probably stocked with things that cost a fortune but all of that paled in comparison to the floor to ceiling windows that took up an entire wall.
“Brian...” His name was a breathy sigh as she held her hand out to him, “Look.” She whispered, drawing them close enough to press her hand against the cool glass. Vegas was alive before them. The streets filled with cars that looked small enough to be toys, the sky line stretched for miles and the stars… They were so close to stars that Valerie felt like she twinkled.
The only thing missing, she realised belatedly, was a camera.
“When you hold me…” Finger tips traced the cool glass as Valerie tried to burn the image into her mind. “This is how you make me feel.” On top of the world. Untouchable. Free. She turned then to gaze up at him. Valerie’s hands gently found his waist to clutch while her finger tips hooked around his waistband to tug him closer. "Tell me what you're thinking?" She requested softly, as if knowing his thoughts were the oxygen her blood needed.
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Valerie smiled at the woman behind the desk, exchanged pleasantries, and ignored her knowing look by wiping away her smirk as she slid her bank card across with a happy little, “We want a room with a wonderful view of the city.” The blonde might not look like she had any sort of wealth but even she knew those sort of rooms came with a hefty fee. Then she paused, glanced up at Brian with a cheeky smile and bit her lip. “Better make it two nights.” She said to the receptionist, yet kept his gaze. When the key card and her bank card were slid across the counter she slipped one back into it’s place in her wallet and the other into Brian’s hand with a soft murmur of, “Let’s go find our room.”
She might have danced towards the elevator had she not preferred to keep his arms around her. The blonde had had enough space between them to last a lifetime, she didn’t want anymore. Not even for a few minutes. Though she did manage to keep her hands mostly to herself as other people walked in and out on various floors, and then they reached theirs. Valerie slipped her hand back into Brian’s and waited until he had the door open before practically running inside to spin around, taking it all in. “Holy crap!” She exclaimed, mouth open, “This room is huge!” And damn, it was decadent. Art hung on the walls, the bed had been dipped in luxury and the bathroom was the size of her dorm room. Valerie took it all in as she ran from place to place like an excited puppy allowed in a park for the first time. There was a table and chairs with what she assumed was an ice bucket containing a bottle of complimentary champagne and it made her laugh, there was an actual couch in front of a television that she was sure they had no use for and a fridge probably stocked with things that cost a fortune but all of that paled in comparison to the floor to ceiling windows that took up an entire wall.
“Brian...” His name was a breathy sigh as she held her hand out to him, “Look.” She whispered, drawing them close enough to press her hand against the cool glass. Vegas was alive before them. The streets filled with cars that looked small enough to be toys, the sky line stretched for miles and the stars… They were so close to stars that Valerie felt like she twinkled.
The only thing missing, she realised belatedly, was a camera.
“When you hold me…” Finger tips traced the cool glass as Valerie tried to burn the image into her mind. “This is how you make me feel.” On top of the world. Untouchable. Free. She turned then to gaze up at him. Valerie’s hands gently found his waist to clutch while her finger tips hooked around his waistband to tug him closer. "Tell me what you're thinking?" She requested softly, as if knowing his thoughts were the oxygen her blood needed.