Silver and Gabriel enjoy the fantastic room service
__________________________________________
Light tapping wakes us from our slumber. "Room service!" rumbles from behind the closed door.
Still under the influence of weed, sex and sleep, I call out in a sleepy voice, "Hold on a sec!"
Silver looks over at me, eyes bright, "Did you order anything?"
"No," I reply, still trying to clear the cobwebs from my mind.
"Huh, well damn! Don't move, be right back" slipping out of bed and donning her satin and lace robe. Tying a loose bow, she puts her eye to the peep hole and utters a grunt.
"What?" I question.
Turning back to me, "All I see is a cart with stuff on it. Silver covered plates, napkins, juice, a carafe. It looks somebody's afternoon snack." Her face lights up with a look of realization, "Oh shit, I hope the room service guy hasn't left!" she exclaims, quickly turning around and jerking the door open.
"AAAHHH!" she screams, jumping back.
I jolt up in bed, adrenaline pumping, "What?!?"
I look to the door and see Chris standing in the hall, clearly surprised himself.
"Chris! You scared the crap out of me!" stepping out, smacking him smartly on the arm.
"Ouch!!" he yelps, stepping out of reach, rubbing the red spot. "What the hell was that for? You're the one who opened the door." his voice trailing off as he focuses on Silver. She must have forgotten that she is adorned with the intricate glitter patterns on her face and body; his eyes travel up and down her frame.
"You surprised me!" Silver replies indignantly, returning to an 'inside' voice. "I looked through the..." gesturing toward the door, "thingie, and all I saw was the tray, but WE haven't ordered anything. I thought the guy, YOU apparently, was heading back downstairs, so I wanted to catch him. You, I mean, but I didn't know it then, so it startled me when he, dammit, You! magically appeared in the doorway." Stopping abruptly to inhale and lean her back against the open door, she places a hand over, what I assume is, her racing heart. The poorly tied bow has allowed her robe to gap, revealing the soft curve of her heaving breasts sporting the glittering spirals.
Chris and I watch her for the moment when a lightbulb seems to appear above her head. "Waaaiiittt a minute here," turning a suspicious eye to me, "DID you order room service?"
Completely confused, I say, "No... when in the world would I have had time?" She thinks for a minute, contemplating. Switching her gaze to the guy in the hall who is currently doing his best to maintain positive control, "Is this tray really for us?"
He nods, eyes wide.
Crossing her arms under her breasts, she turns to him, "This could be very sweet, or very weird; which is it?" clearly expecting an explanation.
I watch the drama unfolding in front of me... does he have popcorn on that tray?
Nothing intelligible comes out as his mouth as he works to form syllables. Silver's glittering eyes and slightly open robe apparently strike Chris completely dumb.
Finally, he manages, "Ahh, I um, well, you see..." making the mistake of glancing over her shoulder at me with a beseeching look. Her head slowly turns toward me, the suspicious look returning.
Raising her eyebrows in an unspoken question, I respond with the universal "I have no idea" look, effectively tossing him under the bus.
Eyes drilling into Chris', she steps toward the cart, her robe fluttering open slightly as she reaches for the nearest lid. Chris is unable to maintain eye contact and looks down at her exposed flesh of her breasts, mesmerized by the swirls. Looking down to the widening gap, she slowly closes the robe, looking up at Chris as she reties bow. Reaching down, she uncovers each plate, gently placing the lids aside while never breaking eye contact. I notice his normally healthy tan is turning somewhat pale in the hallway light, although, from the twitching in his pocket one might think he was hiding a ferret in there.
After what seems to be an eternity, she looks down and assesses the contents of the tray. I have a feeling that I know exactly what it contains and, like Silver said, this could go two completely different directions.
Completing her preview of the tray contents, Silver steps over to Chris and grabs his elbow. "Come with me." Clearly it wasn't a request. He moves as if enthrall; "grab the cart", his hand is on the handle immediately, dragging it as she leads him across the room, depositing him at the end of the bed.
"Explain" holding a palm up to my face.
The door clicking closed seems to wake him up. Dude... are you sweating?
