Kate and Andrew breezed into the hotel lobby. The desk clerk glanced up and grinned as Kate power-wobbled toward the elevator. Her heels snapped gunshots off the tiled floor in the after-midnight quiet of the hotel.
Kate smashed the UP button with a closed fist. The brass elevator doors dinged open. Andrew assisted her inside and pressed "7".
Open bars at weddings were a good time if one actively chooses to slow or stop drinking.
Andrew had.
Kate hadn't.
"I liked dancing with you," Kate said. She turned and kissed Andrew in the elevator, her hands stroking his face, burying themselves in his hair. He kissed her back hard, their tongues dancing. His hand moved up to caress her breast. He roughly thumbed her nipple through the yellow chiffon of her dress. She pushed into him, pressing her body against his palms, nipples hardening in response to his skillful touch.
"Here, more access," she breathed, gin fumes rolling off her. She pulled both straps off her shoulders and yanked her dress down, fully exposing her breasts.
"Holy shit!" Andrew nearly shouted, trying to pull her dress back up, "Cover yourself before someone sees your tits, you drunk!" Kate grabbed his hands and fought against him, her breasts still free.
"But no one's awake," she sing-songed as the elevator arrived at their floor. The door dinged open and cool hallway air poured into the warm space. She dropped his hands and strolled out into the hallway, her dress bunched around her waist and her naked back sliding away from him. She headed to their room, Room #750.
Andrew stepped off the elevator, looking left and right down the corridor. The floor was silent. No TVs hummed through the walls. No low, indistinct conversations floated out from under the closed doors. Only the muttering ice machine at the end of the hall spoiled the complete silence.
