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Author: Tazzer
Fiction Rated: K - English - General/Romance - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-05-04 - Updated: 11-05-04 - id:2123307

Before the fun, you must go through the formalities.

Author: Tazzer

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Speculating on Formalities and the photos that circulated today.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, but I will play with them to suit my fancy until I get bored. God knows I’m not allowed to write smut anymore so here is a quickie to wet your appetite.

Formalities

The private bathroom in the Bellgigo hotel was the most luxurious in all of Las Vegas. Mirrors and important Italian marble graced floors all the way to the ceiling. The piped in music was low, but powerful and the crystal accessories sparkled in the dim light.

Gilbert stood in front of the full-length mirror trying to re-do his bowtie. After the fifth time of trying only for it to come out uneven, he let out a huff. Just then a sultry blonde dripping in diamonds stepped up behind him. Their eyes, still full of carnal pleasure connected via the mirror.

Despite being in high heels, Catherine stood on her tip toes to reach over his shoulders and grasp the two ends of the bowtie. Gilbert watched in the mirror as she calmly and expertly tied the bow to perfection the first time. When she was finished, she leaned her head onto his left shoulder to admire her handy work and the man it adorned.

An impish smile of achievement crossed his lips as their eyes stay connected on each other by way of the mirror. Nimble hands pressed into his shoulders and arms. The warmth radiating off his body felt good against her exposed skin that the filmy dress did not cover.

“Do you think anyone noticed we left?”

“There are hundreds of people out there.”

“So is that a no?”

“It’s a who cares what other people think.”

“How long do we have to stay?”

“At least an hour.”

“That’s way too long.”

“Gilbert, if that performance was only from ten minutes of flirting, just think how much hotter it will be after an hour.”

“My dear, I’ll get us a room.”

“Mmm, now you’re reading my mind.” She lightly nipped his ear before returning to the party to start round two of mouthwatering flirting.

The End



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