Rhoan's Story

Rhoan stared at her for a moment, a blank expression shown on his face as he studied her. He drew in a small breath and let it out loosely, attempting to calm his body from the last remaining withdrawal effects of both the drug and her blood swarming through his system. He shook his head and laid back on the blood, sprawling out over the worn rug in front of the couch. He folded his arms behind his head and turned to look at her, eyeing the floor next to him, and then turning his focus back up to her. "Lie down with me," he said with a soothing, soft tone.

He took in the moment for all that it was. He was into her as much as his heart could withstand right now. After being away from the area for so long, and then getting involved with someone again, he wondered if this is what he truly felt for her. Sure, he cared about her, and he felt as though he could love her a very long time. She was lovable, and thankfully, so was he... so he thought and had hoped. It was about time Rhoan began to mentally prepare himself for another long road ahead of him with another, and it seemed like a lot at first, but it really wasn't much. He had wanted to be with someone for quite a while, especially after enduring the painful battle with his superior, and the otherworldly existence that was Nyx, who had only wanted to consume him to develop his power.

He turned his head and stared up at the ceiling for a while, musing his own mind with the memories and the horror show that was his life. He grunted at the thought, and a faint smirk traveled across his dry lips. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, humming some as the thoughts withered from his mind. "Mmm...." he groaned. His body was beginning to feel a little heavy, as were his eyes. "You didn't insult me. I was just informing you..." he said with a drowsy tone, his words probably sounding more along the lines of a mumble than anything. He was slowly falling asleep.

Renée tilted her head to the side at him before doing as he asked. Her body shifted and she stretched out beside him, resting her head once again against her arms. She felt comfortable with him and that pleased her immensely. For the first time since Gabrielle disappeared, Renée felt at ease, as if everything was going to be okay. Sighing heavily, she knew the vial was in her pocket, but she didn’t even want to take anything. She just wanted to enjoy the time she was able to spend with him, especially since she wasn’t sure if it would last beyond this moment. Shaking her head a little, the lithe female slowly shifted her gaze over towards him, watching him for a few minutes while he stared up at the ceiling. Curious about what was going on through his mind, she realized they both seemed to be deep thinkers.

She shook her head a little before returning her own gaze up towards the ceiling. Being this free was something new to the teenager, but she was quickly getting used to it. Part of her wanted to ask if he felt for her how she felt about him, but she was too scared. After a few minutes or so, he finally let her know that she hadn’t insulted him and relief flooded through her body. He sounded sleepy though, so she kept her other questions to herself and rolled onto her side. Scooting closer, she wound up draping one arm and leg over his body, snuggling as close as possible, hoping he didn’t mind.

“Good… I don’t ever want to insult you. I want this…” She was vague and knew it, but her mind was beginning to shut down. Resisting the urge to say anything further, she let her head rest upon his shoulder before she slowly fell asleep.

Rhoan didn't feel like he had been asleep for long when the disturbing brightness of the morning sun rise crept through the window, shining into his tired eyes and waking him. His weary mind started to come to, waking the rest of his body with small tingles of tight muscles and weak movements. He attempted to not let the glimmering sunlight drag him completely out of his slumber, but that was getting all the more difficult each minute the sun rose higher in the sky. Now the light was shining completely through the run down living room, illuminating the rustic atmosphere with a glowing golden hue.

Inevitably, he cracked his eyes open, and he reached an arm around to his face to rub out the pieces of crusted sand that built up in his eyes overnight. He groaned some, and then looked over to Renée once most of the sand was out of his eyes, noticing she had curled herself up next to him and even wrapped half her body around him. He gave a faint smile and grunted at the peacefulness she kept while she slept. He shifted a little to turn over and face her, and wrapped his arm around her torso, pulling her a little closer to him, hoping he wasn't waking her up by doing so. He snuggled against her, pushing some strands of hair out of her face and planting a soft kiss against her forehead.

She was beautiful even when she slept. And he had to admit - she looked very adorable, and at the same time sexy, in the shirt he gave her to wear. He sighed softly, admiring her beauty for a few moments more until he broke his focus on her and turned his head up slightly to glance around the living room. It hadn't changed since last night, but for some reason, he was hoping it had. It was such a somber place, he thought. The boards were creaking, the walls were still not replenished with new panels after the incident many years ago, and the main atmosphere of the place was honestly depressing. It was home, though. And it was his home, which made it special. It was the very place he learned about what he was, and where he spent as much time as he could with his parents.

A quick memory jogged through his mind, playing back moments of when his mother would watch him playing outside in the yard, and his father coming home from a long day of manual labor. Although the times were rough, they had a good life. He let out another sigh, this time a little heavier, as the fateful night rushed through his mind. In an instant, they were gone. His eyes burned at the thought of it all happening, and he cursed to himself in his mind for being so ignorant as to what his father was actually involved with. For a long time, he blamed himself. But when he got older, he realized that it wasn't his existence that caused his parents' deaths. It was merely his father's careless actions and involvements with cults around the area. The trade exchange wasn't up to par back then, and instead of reasonable punishment, investors paid with their lives and their family's lives. Rhoan was lucky to get out. His mother warned him to run, and he did just that. Hours later after the incident occurred, he returned to the house, witnessing nothing but massive amounts of bloodshed surrounding the area. And when he walked into the house he once knew as his, it was halfway gone.

Another sigh escaped him, and lowered his head to rest his chin against Renée's scalp. He frowned at the memory, and how each time he visited this place, that's the only thing he thought of. He could almost kick himself in the face for how much he thought of that tragic event, but it was predominantly what got him going on the track he chose for his own life. He was set out for revenge for a long while, but then learned that the cultists had all been mass murdered shortly after they killed his family. It was a depressing thought, but it was his thought, and that was important. It's the history behind the house. The reason why he introduces those he loves to this place. The reason why he cannot give up in life. He will not sustain the same fate that his parents did, and he promised himself he would live for a long time, in their honor.

He drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes, embracing the warmth of the sun as it engulfed them. He relaxed a little against her and let his tense shoulders fall into a comfortable position. He wanted to share this with her because he loved her. He loved her in a different way than he did Savine, and he was absolutely fine with that. And when she woke up, he would soothe her and take her back to where she belonged. From there, he knew not what would happen, but he hoped he would be able to stay with her, and for good reason, too.

For the first time in years, Renée didn’t have any nightmares. Maybe it was because she was exhausted or because for once, she was in the arms of someone that felt like her better half. Either way, her mind was completely at ease and if she was awake, she would have thanked him one hundred times over. Her body wrapped itself around his as she slept, something that was automatic. Usually this was what she did with her body pillow, but this time, she had a real male and that made her internally happy.

She vaguely felt him kissing her forehead after he tugged her closer against him, but the movement wasn’t enough to wake her up. Instead her nose wrinkled up and she made a few incoherent noises before settling back down. Not even the light coming into the living room was enough to wake her up, which was probably because she had buried her face into his neck and couldn’t really see the light. After a few minutes, she finally slid open her eyes, her bladder betraying her sleepiness. Moving her head back a bit, she looked up at Rhoan and smiled at him.

“Mmm… morning, Rhoan. Where’s the bathroom…?” She asked softly, her throat a little sore from sleeping on the floor without any covers.

When he heard a soft voice break the silence of the room, Rhoan moved his head back from Renée a bit so that he could look down at her without completely shifting his position. He gave a faint smile at her question and nodded slowly to her. "Mmm, yeah." He managed with a husky groan. He drew in a deep breath and stared down at her for a few moments before directing her to the bathroom down the hallway, admiring the softness of her features as she awoke.

Rhoan rubbed at his eyes some and then tiredly outstretched his arm, pointing a finger in the direction of the bathroom. "It's right down the hall." He yawned some from his overwhelming fatigue, and then let out a light sneeze as some dust particles found their way to his nose. "Should probably clean this place up some time," he mentioned, and then began to shift away from her, untangling his body from hers so that she would have an easier time getting up, and he could also stand up and start preparing to get out of there and help Renée get back to the bar, or wherever she needed to be.

Blinking at his first response, Renée tried to make sense of it, but found her mind to still be extremely blurry due to everything that had happened the previous night. Finally giving up, she was glad when he pointed towards the bathroom or at least the direction where it was supposedly located. Snickering a little, she waited for him to untangle his limbs from hers before she got off the ground, groaning a little beneath her breath thanks to how stiff she was. Making a mental note to get a bed if they were going to be staying here often, the eighteen-year-old popped a few of her bones as she stretched out. Pausing, she turned back to answer his comment despite it not being a question.

“Yes, cleaning this place up would probably be a good idea. I can help if you want?” She left the question hanging as she headed to the bathroom, the door closing behind her so that she could do her business in peace.

After flushing and then washing her hands, she splashed some water on her face, still extremely exhausted. The urge to curl back up with him was pretty high and she couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do now that they were awake. Shaking her head, she moved back out to where he was at, curiously watching him while standing back out of the way. Her fingers slid through her raven locks, shoving them back out of her fiery red eyes.

“I have to apologize. I’m not very good with … well, whatever this is…” She trailed off, staring up at the ceiling.

Rhoan slowly glanced around the run-down living room, contemplating how he wanted to go about straightening up the place. Even though he had previously worked on the house, it was still a while since he's been here and it was definitely collecting dust - and fast. He let out a soft sigh and pursed his lips, chewing the inside of his cheeks. He then folded his arms about his chest and turned to face Renée, who was now offering her help with cleaning up. "Ehh...Well..." he let his voice trail off as he watched her make her way towards the bathroom, and then turned back around to continue his thoughts.

He cleared his throat and wandered off into the kitchen, staring up at the massive blackened area masking one large corner of room. This was where there fire had done most of the damage, and nearly took out the entire room. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and let it out gently through his mouth, and skimmed the bottom edge of his teeth with his tongue, still in thought. Rhoan stared at the corner for a long while, trying to forget the memories that were dancing around in his head, swirling and giving him a headache. Luckily, the memory faded before it could really grow into anything that would bother him, when he heard Renée's voice again. He turned his head slowly to look at her and gave a faint smile. "There's not much to do here. I think it's best we get you back to where you came from, unless you think you want to stay here and muster up some patch work." He suggested, now shifting his arm to point up at the corner that had clearly been burned out and then recovered with an almost effortless chunk of wood that barely kept the room safe from rain and any other weather hazards.

"Plus, I'm kind of hungry." He shrugged some and then leaned against one of the old countertops, sighing as pieces of the old wood chipped off by the pressure. This place was older than he thought.

Renée studied him for a few minutes, trying to decide what it was they were to each other. She was too afraid to ask, so she just kept silent, her bottom lip being chewed upon thanks to her extremely nervous habit. When he said there wasn’t much to do and that he should get her back to the bar, her face fell into an obvious frown. Was it just a one night stand? She didn’t understand and that bothered her immensely, but she still couldn’t fathom the words to ask what was floating through her mind. Sighing, she glanced towards the corner and noted the shoddy workmanship. Unfortunately, carpentry wasn’t her forte, so she would probably do more damage than good.

“Well… I’m not very good with patch work, so, I guess we should just head back. We can stop and eat somewhere if you want?” She questioned, trying to keep from letting disappointment show on her face. What had she expected anyways? Sighing, Renée ran a few fingers through her hair, shrugging a little.

“I guess it’s time to leave Neverland, Pan…” She all but whispered, her chest tightening a little.

Rhoan let out a soft sigh at her responses and wiped some invisible sweat from his face, pulling down his cheek through frustration. He was just too tired to think about all of this right now. The thought of being in this place exhausted him, and the thought of rebuilding it and work still needing to be done exhausted him even more. He drew in a deep breath and stared at Renée, placing his hand firmyl on the counter top's edge, readjusting his fingers when more wood pieces broke off.

"Time to grow up, I guess." Rhoan retorted, scoffing at the wood chips as they continued to break off the counter. "This fucking thing," he spat out and kicked the counter with the back of his foot. He grew even more irritated when his foot went through the panel, and he shook his head, cursing at the run down upholstery.

"Well, let's just go. Your sister is probably waiting at the bar as we speak, worrying about you anyways." His tone wasn't as soft and soothing anymore, but rather hoarse and aggressive. Irritation grew in his mood, and his hunger also grew. His stomach churned at the thought of it being empty, and he rolled his eyes at his urges for blood. He turned his head back up to the blackened area of the kitchen and shook his head at the terrible job of craftsmanship. "Dispicable," he muttered to himself and walked out of the kitchen and past Renée, heading for the back bedroom. In there, he made his way to the closet and sifted through the shirts he had in there and pulled out a new, white satin shirt and put it on, preparing himself for the long haul back to the bar.

He closed the closet door and came back to where Renée was standing and stepped in front of her, staring down at her for a brief moment. A grimace washed over his face and he reached a hand up to cup her face, smoothing his thumb over her cheek. "You ready?" He asked, this time with a calmer, more soothing tone.

Renée shook her head a little at his antics, not quite sure how to take what he was saying or doing. Instead of saying anything, she just glanced at the countertop and started to mentally tally everything that would need to be done if they were to fix this place up. She could easily have some of the bar’s workforce come and help out, but she wasn’t sure how Rhoan would feel about that, so she kept those thoughts to herself. It probably didn’t help that he had just put his foot through the panel and she could sense that he was irritated, but the teen had no idea what was up his ass at the moment. Scoffing at his aggressive tone, she just snorted at the idea of Gabrielle worrying and waiting at the bar. Automatically glancing at her phone, she noted the lack of messages and glared hard, barely noting that he left the room.

Shoving the phone back into her pocket just as he walked back to where she was still standing, Renée glanced up at him, noting the white satin shirt, her fingers wanting to touch it. However, she remained unmovable, her fingers twitching at her side. Even when he cupped her face, she didn’t move an inch despite his more soothing tone. For a few seconds, she just stared up at him and wondered what it was he was upset about. Did she do something to piss him off? Sighing, she finally just nodded and relaxed a little.

“Yeah, I’m ready. If you want, you’re more than welcome to stay at the hotel with me or in another room until you figure out what you want to do. It’s up to you, but I’d like to see you more than this one time.” She spoke hesitantly, not wanting to run him off.

Rhoan nodded a long to her words and allowed a faint smile to play at his lips. He continued to stare into her eyes, his thoughts automatically deeming them irresistible, since he found it hard to look away. His smile grew a little more, and he leaned into her, kissing her softly on the lips once. He didn't pull away, though; instead, he pressed his forehead against hers and kept his gaze focused steadily on hers. He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose, and then placed another kiss gently on her lips before finally pulling away.

He was lucky to have found such an endearing woman, someone who wasn't afraid to tell him how she felt, and who wanted to just help him however she could. He admired that in Renée, and he was thankful that he met her, especially in such an awkward circumstance. His hand slid from her face and dropped loosely by his side, and he cleared his throat to reply to her. "Yeah, that would be great, actually...." He let his voice trail off as he turned his head to look around the busted interior once more, sighing at the grody atmosphere of the place. "And don't worry," he began, turning his head back to face her. "I plan on sticking around. I like you." He smiled again at her, this time his face lighting up some with a positive gleam showing in his eyes, and his face actually gaining a little color from blushing at his own statement.

Smiling wide the minute he kissed her not just once, but twice, Renée immediately began to relax even more. The gesture made her feel a lot better and the teen came to the conclusion that like always, she was overthinking things. Resting her own forehead against his, she enjoyed the moment the two shared before he pulled away. Her lips tingled from where he kissed them, something she wanted to have happen a lot more. Wiggling her nose a little, Renée felt all the tension slipping out of her shoulders and she stretched them out in addition to her stiff neck. Sleeping on the floor was something she hadn’t done in a while, but she would do it again if it meant snuggling against Rhoan.

“Good, I like you too.” Grinning, she entwined her fingers within his, leaning forward to plant a kiss at the corner of his lips. She suddenly frowned and pulled her hand free, running it through her hair. Reality sucked sometimes and she realized that before they left, he needed to know one final thing. The very thing that might completely destroy everything she had at that moment.

“There’s one final thing you need to know, Rhoan. I recently took in a young adolescent and am more or less his mother. I’ve not adopted him yet, but he’s basically my responsibility…” She glanced down at the ground, sure as anything that he would shove her out of his life.

Rhoan's smile grew as he leaned into her kiss against the corner of his mouth. Imitating her, he ran his own fingers through his own long locks, struggling to get out some of the tangles near the tips of his dark red hair. He grunted some and tugged at the knots, finally able to smooth his fingers through the thick bunches of strands. He chewed the inside of his mouth some at her comment about an adolescent she took under her wing. One of his brows shot up at the mention of him, and Rhoan stood there for a moment, staring at her with an almost blank expression.

The only other time he had been in contact with anyone who had taken someone in under their wing was when his sire resurrected him, and he was introduced to a protégé of sorts. It was either 'kill or be killed', so Hope figured it would be best to at least educate the poor sucker during their time with her. Rhoan drew in a deep breath, trying to figure out the right words to respond with, but was having trouble mustering up something that didn't seem rude or judgmental. She was a young woman, herself, and already she held the responsibility of another's life. However, he couldn't necessarily judge her just based on that, especially her age. During his life span, he's seen many women who have fared quite well with the responsibility to care for another, so what could be so different about Renée? Then again, none of the women he came across in his past had anything to do with him, so it wouldn't directly affect him.

After thinking for a few moments, the vampire finally decided that he had no choice but to accept this, especially if he was planning on pursing a relationship of any kind with her. He would be staying in the hotel above the bar, and would frequent the area to see her. He had no choice. Shrugging off the mixed thoughts in his head, he came a conclusion and spat it out. "Oh, you do have a kind heart," he teased, slipping his tongue slightly through his teeth at her. He chuckled some and continued on with a more reasonable response. "Ah... I'll just have to meet him, then, won't I? Look, if you're worried you're going to scare me off just because you've got a kid, you have to remember...Heh, I have been around for a long time and have encountered a lot of situations in my life.... This isn't one that will really push me out the door."

Watching with slight amusement as he attempted to get the tangles out of the ends of his beautiful hair, Renée forgot for a minute of the responsibilities that were waiting for her out in the real world. Here, in Neverland, she was safe and cared for and was able to be the carefree spirit that she had longed to be the majority of her life. She took it upon herself at a very early age to take care of Gabrielle and spent most of her time making sure her little sister wasn’t picked on or hurt by bullies or the bad men that roamed the streets of Wing City. When Gabby left to go modeling, Renée then turned her sights towards what she wanted to do, but felt at a loss since she had dedicated so much to taking care of her sibling. Then, her mother went through her alcoholic stage, and she was soon taking of her. Then she took in Liam and started looking after the bar. It was just one thing after the other.Shaking her head a little, she realized that Rhoan hadn’t responded about Liam and that made her a smidge nervous, especially with his blank expression.

Shifting from one foot to the other, Renée continued to study him, wondering if the deep breath he was taking in was a good thing or not. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth and started to chew on it, while listening to the deafening silence. When he finally answered, she stuck her tongue out at his teasing remark, her expression shifting into a grin at the words he spoke. She figured he would run off, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Hopefully Liam would get along with him or there was going to be some issues. Shaking her head, she stepped back over to him and entwined her fingers within his once again before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Good, I’m glad you’re alright with this. Let’s get going before he gets into some sort of mischief.” She snorted a little and hoped that he had been behaving himself while she was gone.

As his hand was accompanied by Renée's, Rhoan turned to meet her face to face, and locked his fingers tightly around hers, securing them. He leaned into her when she pecked him on the cheek, and he gave her a quick one in return, playfully nibbling at her cheek for a short moment before pulling away. He was absolutely smitten about the way she acted around him. She was equally sweet as he, and although he had a knack for pleasing women, it was difficult for someone to actually please him the way he liked. She enticed him, and that was the most important thing. Any woman capable of giving him an addiction to her was a keeper in his book, and he was thankful that it was Renée who possessed that special power.

Rhoan stared down at her while she talked about her foster son, nodding along to her words to show his comprehension on the matter. "I haven't even met the kid, and already, I'm partially a dad." The vampire teased, and wrapped one arm around Renée's neck, pulling her close to him. He then wrapped his other arm around her waist, and ran his fingers softly along the small of her back. "Let's go, mama bear." He teased again, his tone a little more playful than his first statement.

When Rhoan locked his fingers tightly around her fingers, Renée felt her chest fluttering a thousand beats a minute. She hadn’t felt this way about a guy in forever and at that moment, she knew that if he asked her to go with him on a trip, she would do it without hesitation. Well, there would a delay because she would have to make sure that Gabby was home safe and that Liam had someone to watch him, but after that, she would happily go with him. Smiling wide when he returned the peck upon her cheek, the eighteen-year-old couldn’t help but snicker when he nibbled a smidge upon her cheek.

“You’re such a tease, Rhoan. If I’m mama bear, then you must be papa bear.” Renée grinned, leaning in close against him as he wrapped his arm around her waist, her body seeming to meld against him as if they were meant for each other, which they very well might have been. Nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder, she walked with him out of the cabin and trusted him to lead her back towards where they could get a cab. She wasn’t really wanting to walk a long distance, but would if it was necessary.

“We walking back or getting a cab?” She questioned, glancing up towards him curiously.

Rhoan's tongue slipped between his teeth at her papa bear statement, and he let out a light chuckle, allowing a quick grin to slide across his face. He pursed his lips at her when she leaned in close to him, and instinctively, he tightened his hold on her, pulling her against his body as closely as he could. He let his fingers slip away from hers, and let his free hand accompany the other on the small of her back. He swayed with her a little when she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. He let out a relieving sigh and rested his chin on her head, hoping this moment could last forever. It was almost a perfect moment in his mind. The only thing that was missing was a bottle of wine and some nudity. Sensual thoughts of the previous night played through his mind, and a tiny smirk grew on his face. It sure was a wonderful night, and he was disappointed it had ended so quickly. However, the fact that the night ended and they were still standing here with each other meant that there would be many nights like that to come. He wanted to be with her, and there wasn't anything else he wanted at the moment than to be with her.

After a while of swaying with Renée, the vampire pulled away from her and slid his hands up to her shoulders, gripping them gently while he looked down into her eyes. He drew in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of her natural aroma, and couldn't help but think how beautiful and sexy she looked in his shirt. He let the promiscuous images of her fade away in his head so that he could focus on her questions as she led him out of the cabin. "Well, it depends on how fast you want to return back to the bar. I could use a drink, for sure, but not sure about you, lass." Rhoan asked, shrugging and digging into his pocket for his chain of keepsakes. He pulled out the key to the cabin's front door and jammed it into the keyhole, giving it one hard turn and then attempting to open the door to ensure that it was successfully locked. He then returned the keepsake chain to his pocket and looked to her, awaiting her next response.

If she was being honest with herself, Renée really wanted to take him back inside of the cabin and rip off their clothing and take a lot more time making love with him. While last night was fantastic, there was so much more she wanted to do. The good thing was, that he said he was going to be sticking around, so that meant they would have more time to explore each other. That thought made her smile and blush a little, though she didn’t say a thing. Making out on a bed was going to be a completely different experience, once she couldn’t wait to have. Shaking her head a little to try and clear her thoughts, she mused a bit on his response.

“Let’s get back as fast as we can. I need to umm… stuff…” She mumbled incoherently, her thoughts returning back to all the different positions they were going to be able to explore later on, her cheeks flushing even brighter.

The vampire arched a brow at her fading statement, and a small grin slid across his face, his amusement showing greatly. He licked his lips, his own mind pondering what she was thinking about that caused her to produce such a vague statement. As his grin grew a little wider at his own racy thoughts, he turned away from her, shifting his gaze down to his feet to hide the obvious reddening of his face. She really was something else, and he was very aware that she knew what he was thinking. Hell, even her face was red, and he made sure to catch her blushing at her own mind's teasing. He let the little moment slide and chuckled slightly to sort of shake off the thoughts and carry on with their plans to venture back to the bar.

Turning sharply on his heel, Rhoan made his way down the creaking steps of the old cabin, gesturing Renée to follow him so that he could lead her to the road where they'd eventually catch a cab. "We've got to get to the road first," he began, clearing the hoarseness from his throat that had built up while he was envisioning her in his mind. "We'll catch a cab when we get there, and then we'll head back to the bar. Then you can set me up with a room in the hotel like you so kindly offered."

Renée hated how her own body was betraying her attempts at acting calm despite everything that she was thinking. The more she mused about what she wanted to do with Rhoan, the more the red in her cheeks deepened. It was obvious what he was thinking, because he turned from her, but she did manage to catch a brief glance of his pink cheeks. That only served to make her blush even more and she wound up clenching her fists and jaw, trying to think of anything except their naked bodies crashing against each other. Releasing a choked gasp, Renée finally managed to get a hold of herself and he followed behind her as he made his way away from the cabin, being careful not to fall down the steps in the process.

“Right, so, need to catch a ride with Captain Hook again and head back to the real world. We can eat and get drinks at the bar and then as promised, I will give you a fantastic room in the hotel and well, what you decided to do inside is up to you, but…” She trailed off again, swearing as she once again turned bright red. Giggling, she skipped on ahead of him, trying to remember the path that they took to get to the cabin in the first place. Unfortunately, she was so high and giddy on lust the night before, she had no clue how to get back to the road. Spinning around, she walked back to where he was and wrapped her arm around his waist, dipping her hand into his pocket.

“I’ll probably end up giving you the penthouse suite that’s on the same floor as mine. There’s only two suites up there and it’d give you the privacy you so deserve.” She smiled, kissing his jaw.