The hotel was quiet this late at night. Shota and Elly walked into the elevator with their arms around each other, bodies tightly squeezed together. They had drunk sparingly of the champagne that was offered at the gallery but still felt heady and exhilarated.
"I settled things at home so I can stay the whole night," he told her quietly, smiling as he slipped the card key into the slot in the door. "And up until lunch the next day."
"That's <i>wonderful</i>, baby. I can finally fall asleep in your arms and not have to get up in a measly hour." She sighed, her ears folding back into her hair. They walked inside and he latched it closed behind them.
"Yes." He kissed her, his heart pounding. "We can take our time tonight."
Elly looked up into his eyes and her breath stuck in her throat. He had a very serious look about him and she wasn't sure what he was going to do or say.
Shota bent to carefully unfasten the necklace at her pale throat, kissing the skin all around it before and after, and set it aside on a table. He took her wrist in one hand and brought it up to his lips, then did the same, pressing a soft kiss to her pulse before unhooking the bracelet.
She closed her eyes, her neck bending backward as he caressed her waist, sliding smoothly up to the zipper on her dress. The sumptuous fabric fell to the floor with a heavy rustle, and she reached for him while he was stripping her of the rest of her clothing. Shota was finished before she was but her hands on his rear as she caressed him caused him to falter, shivering against her. She peeled them off and bent to pull them down, looking up at him. He gulped and stepped out of the fabric one leg after the other, slowly, feeling her warm breath on his legs and making the hair on them prickle. His member, though interested, had grown only half hard.
She stood again and they embraced once more, deliberately, closing their eyes and relishing the feeling, the warmth and closeness of each other. Shota smiled down at her, then suddenly rubbed a hand at his eyes, yawning. When he opened them again she was smiling at him ruefully.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I suppose I'm more tired than I let on."
"It's okay, baby. I'm really tired, too." She shrugged. "Doesn't matter what we do, as long as we're together."
"Even though it's the first time we can really relax?"
"Especially because of that. You look like you need a long, nourishing sleep with extra cuddles."
He sighed wearily and nodded. "I don't even care about brushing," he grumped, but followed her into the bathroom anyway.
They slipped between the sheets naked, and she sought the warmth of his body as he clung to her softness. Knowing they could sleep, unimpeded by time restraints, was bliss. As he drifted off he thought that he would very much like to do this more often.
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