Safe In The Hotel

Jeff gives Bambi a grin as she mentions the hotel and getting a room.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to hear something like that from you?" he says jokingly.

Bambi matches his grin, then reaches over and strokes his leg a little bit. Bambi feels that sharp pang of want again and has no idea if she'll be able to control herself once she got into the room.

(I wanted him. I knew I wanted him. He wasn't Sam, but he wasn't bad, either. And, after all, he did save my life. That at least showed he cared. Come to think about that, I guess he always had. I knew it from the little things he did, but he stayed distant. I think I got the idea why. He didn't want to tread on his big brother's territory, even if it wasn't really like that. I could have easily kept a handle on both of them, but they were brothers, after all, and two brothers sharing a woman never worked. Eventually, it'd fall apart, so Jeff had simply stayed out of the way and kept quiet. Seemed to be the way of things. Poor little Jeff, always having every hope at a woman's touch stolen by his older brother. I wanted to give Jeff a taste of what he'd been missing.)

They get a room with no fuss. The old man behind the desk gives Bambi a special key on reserve for her, telling her the room is just as she left it, but cleaner. She gives the old man a dirty look and guides Jeff down the hall and up the stairs. Once in the room, she closes the door and locks it. Now stairing into each others eyes, the tension begins to mount, both bodies trembling with the want that they both know is there, heightened by the brush with **** a little earlier.