http://caughtinanet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] caughtinanet.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] sorrydontsuitme 2009-10-15 04:48 am (UTC)

Let loose into the hallway, she feels a warm wash of anticipation creep through her as though there's no telling what they could get up to alone.

She knows what. It's happened before and it'll happen again, and even though she's kept him at a respectable arm's length behind their locked hotel room door for two nights now, it's going to happen tonight.

It's just as much a certainty as the dimples in his cheeks when he grins at her, just as sure as the two side-by-side cages waiting for them back on the island.

The two turned-down beds that greet them when she lets go of his hand and opens the door are a whole lot nicer to think about.

She lets the door swing shut behind them, turns the lock, and drops her bag into the nearest chair, but once that's done, she turns toward him and hesitates, almost cautious, almost shy.

(And when was the last time you were either one of those? she can practically hear in Diane's voice, and in that same tone she had when she said you can't help who you love, Katherine.)

The hesitation doesn't last long. Before he can say anything about it, she moves toward him and puts her hands on either side of his face to coax him in for a repeat of the kiss he was so eager to give her before.

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