Post by Ange Keating on Dec 9, 2012 12:34:00 GMT -8
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After five or so minutes of circling the small town, they were able to find a stuffy canary-yellow building with two small floors and a broken latch on the front door. For a moment Elijah had thought the place was deserted, but after being the first one to push open the deteriorating entrance, he was greeted by a surprisingly quaint interior. Even though the wallpaper was peeling, neat pictures of nature photography plagued the walls, a plethora of wildly-patterned rugs sitting underneath tables and chairs. A middle-aged woman greeted them, her brunette curls locked back in a French twist as her big, green eyes blinked at them in surprise.[/blockquote][/size]
“How much would three rooms cost for the night?” Elijah inquired, leaning over the desk. His eyebrows briefly shot up at the impending bump at the center of the woman’s stomach, a baby growing beneath.
She opened her lips to speak before shutting it rapidly. “Luther! Luther, we have guests!” she exclaimed, twisting her body while placing a doting hand to her womb.
A tall man that could’ve beat Elijah by a half an inch dashed in through the back archway, his body firmly built, muscles pulsating underneath a rolled-up flannel. His hair was shaven to a buzz cut, beady brown eyes instantly warming at the new guests.
“They want to know how much it costs for the night,” she continued, as if they weren’t standing right there.
“I’ll give y’all a discount; forty five. We don’t get much attention in ol’ Venus Hill so it’ll be our pleasure.”
Beth smiled warmly, pushing back a tendril of brunette hair behind her ear. “That’s much appreciated. Thank you.”
They all managed to mumble their gratitude before the stocky man was leading them up the narrow staircase, the floorboard creaking underneath their weight.
“Wait!” Rylee exclaimed once they had reached the second floor, holding approximately eight rooms in total. “There’s three rooms and five of us…”
Elijah let out a tiny sigh, “Well shit! I had no idea!” Stupefied, he shook his head before adding, “Dibs on me and Emma sharing a room.”
"Damn, and here I was hoping to share with Ethan..." Emma mumbled, rolling her eyes.
Ethan smirked, “Of course I don’t mind that. I could rock your—“ Elijah interrupted him by snatching his shirt with so much force it managed to jerk him against the thin walls. He instantly lifted his hands in surrender, lips curling into a frown. “This is designer. Chill out!”
Backing away from him, he directed his eyes towards Emma. “What’s up with you?” His tone came off a lot more irritated than he had intended it to (which he partially blamed on the late hour), her eyes instantly narrowing.
The group seemed to simultaneously form little O’s with their mouths before backing away from the rising tension, right at the peak of its explosion.
“You two could have that room. Key’s under the mat,” the hotel owner advised before quickly with the rest of the group, leaving Elijah and Emma in front of the dark, burgundy door.
"What's up with me? Oh. I don't know. I just love hearing about how every woman on the planet wants you. It's so comforting."
So that was what she was upset about? Elijah almost felt like laughing, but clenched his lips together. Emma stooped down to grab the slender card underneath the mat before sliding it across the hover pad and thrusting the door open.
“I was joking!” he exclaimed before stopping to ponder the idea, “well mostly, but that’s beside the point. You know how I am, Emma. That part of me hasn’t changed.”
She tugged off her shirt, a nude-colored bra underneath. “And you know how those types of jokes bother me, but you still continue to use them!”
“Will you stop being so insecure?” Elijah undid the buckle to his jeans, letting out a sharp intake of air. “I love you, and only you, so even if every fucking girl in the world wanted me, it wouldn’t matter.”