Love in an elevator.

"Were you actually going to drain that guy's life ****?" Ryan asked while they waited for the elevator to descend to the lobby.

"Yes," she replied, nibbling his ear. "I miss sucking the life out of a mortal..."

"Please don't..."

Marlissa have him a cute pout. "But I'm hungry..."

"You mean horny?"

"Same difference," she shrugged and kissed him fiercely just as the lift arrived.

"Not here, honey," Ryan gasped, breaking their kiss. "Upstairs..."

"I can suck you in the elevator..." she giggled.

"The ride is too short for that," Ryan chuckled as he closed the gate behind them and press the button to their floor.

By the time the old freight elevator reached their floor the couple had peeled off most of their clothes. They only momentarily stopped kissing long enough so Ryan could lift up the elevator's vertical gate. Once opened he kicked their clothes into the loft and picked his wife up in his arms, much to her delightful squeals.

"Bedroom?" Marlissa asked.

Ryan glanced over to the couch -- it was closer but not as comfortable as their bed.