club soda and a little salt
He walks out of the bathroom with his shirt in his hand.
“How did it go?” she asks.
“Not great,” he says without looking up from the stain.
“Weird. Red wine usually comes out of white shirts so easily.”
“Really?” he asks.
He finally looks up.
“You like?” she asks.
He does. A lot.
She is wearing a big, puffy white hotel robe.
He sees her jeans and Chicago Bears t-shirt on the bed.
“I like,” he finally manages to half-whisper.
“Especially now that you’ve removed that,” he points to the Bears T as he remembers who he is.
“You loved it.”
“I’m not going to say you don’t… wear it well.”
“So… just the robe?” he smiles.
“Well… these too.” She pulls up the bottom of the robe for a split second to display white boyshorts.
“What’s Christmas morning without a little unwrapping?”
“Come here,” he says.
“You come here,” she smiles. Big.
“Now.” He stares at her.
She rolls her eyes. Then she relents and runs towards him and jumps into his arms.
He catches her. He kisses her.
She wraps her legs around him.
And kisses back.
“I don’t even know your last name,” he whispers between kisses.
“You’ll only be screaming my first name,” she purrs.
He carrykisses her over to the bed.
Then drops her on her back.
He opens his pants and lets them fall to the floor. He steps out of them.
She starts to back up away from him on the bed.
“And where are you going?” he asks.
“Wherever I want.”
He grabs her by the ankles and pulls her back.
“You go wherever *I* want, baby,” he growls.
“We’re at baby already are w–?”
He yanks her towards him.
Then he pounces.
He pins his wrists to the bed.
He kisses her neck.
“I never do this with strangers,” she whispers.
“I do,” he says. “All the time.”
She starts to laugh a little, but it turns to a moan as he gets in the right place on top of her.
He pins her two wrists above her head with one hand. He uses the other to open her robe.
After a few seconds, he starts to regain his composure.
Not quickly enough.
She escapes his hold, pushes him over, and scrambles on top of him.
She straddles him.
She lets the robe fall off completely.
She pins his wrists to the bed.
“Sometimes I have to take control,” she says.
“You don’t take control. I give you control.”
“Is that right?” she asks.
She leans over him. Letting her hair fall in his face. She puts her lips to his.
He tries to kiss, but she pulls away.
She stares into his eyes.
She leans in again. He starts to go for another kiss.
She bites his lower lip.
“Too rough?” she asks.
He breaks free from her grasp, picks her up and throws her down on her back.
He’s on top of her again.
He kisses her chin.
Down her neck.
He kisses down the middle of her chest.
Her back arches.
She grabs him by the hair.
He kisses down.
She lets out a “Baaaaby…”
He kisses down.
He arrives at her boyshorts.
He takes the top of the underwear in his teeth.
He stares up at her and begins pulling down.
There’s a knock at the door.
“Yes?” he asks impatiently.
“Mommy… Daddy… I had a bad dream,” a little voice replies.