A hotel room is always fun PART 2

Selina moaned softly, and cracked her eyes open, squeezing them shut almost the moment she opened them.

She felt like ass.

Keeping her eyes closed the blonde took a few deep, measured breaths, and then slowly attempted to open her eyes once more. She was more successful the second time, and as her eyes began to clear and focus, Selina noticed the aches throughout the rest of her body for the first time.

She flexed her legs experimentally, pointing her toes forward like a ballerina and winced at the burn that ran through her legs.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

Selina blinked, realizing that she wasn’t alone in the … wherever she was.

“Yeah,” Selina chocked out, her voice raspy and dry, as she turned her head to side. “Barely,” she added a second later sighing and flopping back against the mattress.

“Well, you had a busy night,” Ariadna said smirking, leaning over Selina so that she could brush some unruly strands of blonde hair off of her face.

“Why don’t you grab a shower,” the brunette continued a few seconds later as Selina blinked up at her curiously. “I’ll order some room service. I promise, once you get cleaned up and get some food in you, you’ll feel brand new,” Ariadna said softly, a tender smile playing at the corner of her lips before she leaned down and brushed her lips against the Selina’s tenderly.

“Uh … okay,” Selina said uncertainly, watching Ariadna carefully as the brunette pulled away from her, her gaze lingering on the full, pink lips that had just been caressing her own.

That was new.

‘Or not,’ she thought to herself a moment later when she sat up and began to move off the bed. The first thing she became aware of was that she was had nothing on except for a very expensive sheer pair of panties. The next thing she realized was that Ariadna had on even less. And then she stood and became aware of the soreness between her legs.

Her heart began to hammer in her chest as the implications of her recent discoveries hit her.

They had … she and Ariadna had … she couldn’t remember, but they must of. They must have or else they would have had clothes on, and Ariadna wouldn’t have kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

They had. They totally had.

Selina entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her softly. She rested against the back of it for a moment trying to steady herself and then moved further inside, situating herself in front of the mirror.

She looked at her reflection blankly for a moment, but then began to focus, her eyes honing in on the giant welt on her neck. A large purple bruise marred her skin. It was without a doubt the worst most obvious hickey she had ever had.

Selina’s eyes closed and breathed in deeply as her brain was suddenly assaulted by an image of Ariadna on top of her, straddling her, and practically chewing at her neck with lust.

She shuddered, and let out a shaky breath as the memory washed over her. It didn’t surprise her that Ariadna was a biter, but her reaction to it took her a bit by surprise. She didn’t think that she was into that sort of thing, but she remember arching up into Ariadna’s hand practically begging her to continue, and could feel a throbbing in her sex at just the thought of it.

As memories of the night before began to flow back to her, Selina looked down the length of her body curiously. She bit down on her bottom lip a moment later, ensnaring it between her teeth when she caught sight of the scratch marks, and nail indentations on her hips and upper thigh. She ran her fingers over the marks, shivering minutely as she did.

Forcing herself to take her hand away, Selina sighed and reached for the only piece of clothing she had on, drawing it down her legs.

Brushing some hair out of her face she made her way towards the shower stall and got in, turning on the water before wincing a moment later when the warm water began to run over her abused skin.

She made a mental note that next time, she she’d have to tell Ariadna not to bite.

—

“Oh, don’t you look fluffy,” Ariadna commented lightly as Selina made her out of the bathroom in a plush, white robe.

Selina made a face and continued on her way towards the table, slumping down in a chair beside the blue-eyed brunette a few seconds later.

“You look cute,” Ariadna continued, drawing Selina’s eyes over to her as she reached for the cover to one of the dishes that had been delivered the suite a few minutes before. “I’d almost rather have you for breakfast,” she went on glancing over at the blonde and winking at her. “Though I have to admit the asparagus quiche does look delicious.”

Selina glanced over at the food and felt her stomach growl. She was starved. That didn’t stop her from taking a moment to reach over and punch Ariadna in the arm however.

“Thanks for the monster hickey by the way,” she complained as she dragged a plate over and began to fill it up. “I’m going to have to use an entire tube of concealer to hide this.”

Ariadna smirked and reached out to touch the bruise on Selina’s neck, only to have the blonde bat her hand away.

“It is good work, isn’t it?” she asked smirking.

“Only if your competition is Dracula,” Selina grumbled unconsciously bringing her finger to touch the bruised skin lightly.

“You weren’t complaining last night when I was sucking … your blood,” Ariadna shot back playfully, winking at Selina when the blonde turned sharply to stare at her. They looked at each other for a few seconds and then Selina’s face flushed and she turned away from Ariadna and busied herself with her quiche.

“So, Sigerson Morrison after brunch?” Ariadna asked casually granting Selina a brief reprieve.

“Mm,” Selina agreed around a mouthful of food. “B, was telling me about the cutest pair of ballet flats she saw there,” Selina continued once she swallowed, her face lighting up at the possibility of acquiring a new pair of shoes. “I wouldn’t mind swinging by Nom de Guerre either. I wanna pick up something for Eric. His style is beginning to remind me a bit too much of Charles.”

Ariadna smiled and reached for her mimosa. She had the feeling this was going to be the beginning of an even more beautiful (and if she had anything to say about it, which she always did), often nude, friendship.

The End