A few hours later, Hugh and Bessie found themselves enjoying each other’s company in Adventureland’s arcade plaza. Their energy had been drained out since their third ride of the day in one of the Family Rides offered by the amusement park and although being a celebrity had been a problem for Hugh, he didn’t let it bothered him this time. Dozens and dozens of eyes were staring curiously and suspiciously at him since he and Bess set their foot on the place. Of course they will, since half the world obviously knows that he’s with Lisa Edelstein’s daughter.
They weren’t actually supposed to be here in the arcade plaza to begin with but his fatherhood card kicked in when some people started snapping shots of him or/and the little girl he’s with. As a father, he doesn’t want things like that and just like what he had in mind for his English children, he also doesn’t want Bessie’s face to be on the front cover or pages of any magazines in and out of America. Privacy is something he valued and what he needs when his phone started ringing a few minutes after Bessie rode the motorbike challenge in the plaza.
“Hey,” he greeted barely whisper as not to attract any more attention.
“Give us thirty minutes, we’ll be there,” he added after a short pause, “Fine, I’ll take my time but just… please, just stay there,” he added, using extra effort not to express any emotion and slip any name.
“Good night mommy,” Bessie sweetly said with her eyes landing on her mother’s face before turning her head to the left to meet her father’s eyes, “good night daddy.”
“Good night sweetie,” Hugh greeted back before pulling the thick blanket on top of his daughter before Lisa turned the nightstand lamp off. “Sweet dreams,” she said before making her way out the bedroom, Hugh following close behind her.
“Thanks for taking her out,” Lisa sweetly said as they walked on the hallway.
“No biggie,” Hugh smiled as the memory of Bessie riding the artificial bike in the plaza flooded into his head.
Lisa smiled in return after settling her self on the nearest couch she could grab the moment they entered the living room but her expression turned sad and serious when a realization hit her that the man before her noticed. “What’s the matter?” he asked, standing across her, just beside the piano.
“It’s just so sad to think that she went all through out this happiness only to be faced by a doom of sadness first thing tomorrow morning,” she said averting her eyes from him.
“Well,” he uttered after turning his back at her and began pouring some champagne into two empty glasses, “you don’t have to do it as early as tomorrow…”
“I can’t lie to her again, Hugh,” she cut him off that made him turned to face her again in one motion.
“Who says you have to lie? Not telling her within this week or next isn’t lying,” he cleared before making his way in front of her.
“Yah, like she’s not going to ask where the hell Dan is?” Hugh ignored her question instead he handed her the other glass, which the woman took, as he held his own glass of champagne. Both of them let a minute of silence ate them as they took a teaspoon size of their drinks.
“So what are you gonna do?” he asked placing his glass on the center table beside them.
“Wish I know,” Lisa admitted defeat. She placed her glass on the table as well before leaning back against the couch’s arm and back rest. She was practically slouching, with her one feet touching the carpeted floor while the other was hidden behind her leg.
Hugh watched her as she lifted one hand to cover her gray eyes, which apparently had been closed just a few seconds ago. But the pair of eyelids raised open when Lisa heard his voice said, “move.”
With that he urged his body to fit to the small portion of space that was left between Lisa’s body and the couch’s backrest. He didn’t bother returning some stares with Lisa’s surprised ones as he was too busy removing unnecessary pillow beneath them.
Once his space was cleared up, he gently pulled Lisa aside, with one arm holding her arm so she won’t fall off. The moment he felt himself comfortable with his position, he pulled her closer to him again, and finally letting his left arm snaked on her shoulder so his hand would land on her tiny side frame. Although her curiosity was about to explode and the edge of her tongue was about to throw question to the man beside her, Lisa didn’t bother to do so this time, instead, she quietly rested her head on his chest as Hugh leaned his on top of her hair.
They stayed like that for almost an hour. Within that span of time, neither one wanted to break the silence that was giving both of them relief and comfort. A break, should they admit, from the rest of the complicated world that surrounds them.
But Hugh didn’t get all the way this far just to stay like this so he move his head down, shut his eyelids and planted a kiss on Lisa’s forehead that surely did sent shivers down her spine. The moment he pulled away, she looked up only to be met with his lovely blue eyes.
“Okay, what was that for?” she asked with a smile.
Hugh sighed, frustrated with the thought that Lisa didn’t figured it out herself, before looking away and letting his stares land on any thing in the room, not just her piercing eyes.
“We shared a kiss last night, I purposely laid down here beside you and four years I ago we made love and now loving the life we made, weren’t they proof enough to show you that I ---“
He was suddenly cut off when she intentionally placed her pointy finger on his moving lips. The feeling of her warm finger finally made his eyes look back at her.
“Please,” Lisa started, with eyes closed to hide her inner and real emotion, “don’t say anything,” but both eyelids just flew open when she felt Hugh’s tongue trailing its slender length.
“Then let me show you,” he said in midway before finally crashing his lips with hers. With that, she landed her hand on his hips as his own work on pulling away stray hair threads away from her face. Both eyes were closed and tongues battled for domination in one mouth to the other.
She was too drown in pleasure to care that his hand was now moving its way down her blouse; opening the first button from the top, then the second, the third, the fourth until he reached the last one on the bottom. He then let go of her lips as he reached down underneath the fabric of her top and move his way up to cup her breast while kissing, licking and sucking her bare neck.
In one swift motion, he shifted himself on top of her, not bothering to let go his act of trailing wet kisses along her neck to her collarbone. And as he rolled his hips inward, a careful moan of pleasure escaped her slightly parted lips as his growing arousal happened to brush on her.
The moment the rest of her blouse was set aside, Hugh drank the view of Lisa’s breast hiding beneath the cream lacy bra just below his chest level. He didn’t expect he’ll meet the ‘girls’ again but he’s right there so why waste time just staring at them, so with that realization, he quickly pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside before pulling the bra up and attacked her nipple with great hunger and passion while cupping the other one.
“Hugh,” she moaned.
“Am I hurting you?” he looked up and asked, taking his mouth away from her tender breasts.
“No but I don’t want my daughter walking in and see me having sex, not even with her father,” she said with smile.
“Right, me either.”
“Bathroom,” she ordered sweetly.
“Yah, bathroom,” he mimicked and followed Lisa as she got up and made her way to the right side of the hotel suite.
*Evil laugh* Yah I know I am that evil to cut the scene off.. I just have to since I am a lousy smut writer. :) anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you like it!
They weren’t actually supposed to be here in the arcade plaza to begin with but his fatherhood card kicked in when some people started snapping shots of him or/and the little girl he’s with. As a father, he doesn’t want things like that and just like what he had in mind for his English children, he also doesn’t want Bessie’s face to be on the front cover or pages of any magazines in and out of America. Privacy is something he valued and what he needs when his phone started ringing a few minutes after Bessie rode the motorbike challenge in the plaza.
“Hey,” he greeted barely whisper as not to attract any more attention.
“Give us thirty minutes, we’ll be there,” he added after a short pause, “Fine, I’ll take my time but just… please, just stay there,” he added, using extra effort not to express any emotion and slip any name.
“Good night mommy,” Bessie sweetly said with her eyes landing on her mother’s face before turning her head to the left to meet her father’s eyes, “good night daddy.”
“Good night sweetie,” Hugh greeted back before pulling the thick blanket on top of his daughter before Lisa turned the nightstand lamp off. “Sweet dreams,” she said before making her way out the bedroom, Hugh following close behind her.
“Thanks for taking her out,” Lisa sweetly said as they walked on the hallway.
“No biggie,” Hugh smiled as the memory of Bessie riding the artificial bike in the plaza flooded into his head.
Lisa smiled in return after settling her self on the nearest couch she could grab the moment they entered the living room but her expression turned sad and serious when a realization hit her that the man before her noticed. “What’s the matter?” he asked, standing across her, just beside the piano.
“It’s just so sad to think that she went all through out this happiness only to be faced by a doom of sadness first thing tomorrow morning,” she said averting her eyes from him.
“Well,” he uttered after turning his back at her and began pouring some champagne into two empty glasses, “you don’t have to do it as early as tomorrow…”
“I can’t lie to her again, Hugh,” she cut him off that made him turned to face her again in one motion.
“Who says you have to lie? Not telling her within this week or next isn’t lying,” he cleared before making his way in front of her.
“Yah, like she’s not going to ask where the hell Dan is?” Hugh ignored her question instead he handed her the other glass, which the woman took, as he held his own glass of champagne. Both of them let a minute of silence ate them as they took a teaspoon size of their drinks.
“So what are you gonna do?” he asked placing his glass on the center table beside them.
“Wish I know,” Lisa admitted defeat. She placed her glass on the table as well before leaning back against the couch’s arm and back rest. She was practically slouching, with her one feet touching the carpeted floor while the other was hidden behind her leg.
Hugh watched her as she lifted one hand to cover her gray eyes, which apparently had been closed just a few seconds ago. But the pair of eyelids raised open when Lisa heard his voice said, “move.”
With that he urged his body to fit to the small portion of space that was left between Lisa’s body and the couch’s backrest. He didn’t bother returning some stares with Lisa’s surprised ones as he was too busy removing unnecessary pillow beneath them.
Once his space was cleared up, he gently pulled Lisa aside, with one arm holding her arm so she won’t fall off. The moment he felt himself comfortable with his position, he pulled her closer to him again, and finally letting his left arm snaked on her shoulder so his hand would land on her tiny side frame. Although her curiosity was about to explode and the edge of her tongue was about to throw question to the man beside her, Lisa didn’t bother to do so this time, instead, she quietly rested her head on his chest as Hugh leaned his on top of her hair.
They stayed like that for almost an hour. Within that span of time, neither one wanted to break the silence that was giving both of them relief and comfort. A break, should they admit, from the rest of the complicated world that surrounds them.
But Hugh didn’t get all the way this far just to stay like this so he move his head down, shut his eyelids and planted a kiss on Lisa’s forehead that surely did sent shivers down her spine. The moment he pulled away, she looked up only to be met with his lovely blue eyes.
“Okay, what was that for?” she asked with a smile.
Hugh sighed, frustrated with the thought that Lisa didn’t figured it out herself, before looking away and letting his stares land on any thing in the room, not just her piercing eyes.
“We shared a kiss last night, I purposely laid down here beside you and four years I ago we made love and now loving the life we made, weren’t they proof enough to show you that I ---“
He was suddenly cut off when she intentionally placed her pointy finger on his moving lips. The feeling of her warm finger finally made his eyes look back at her.
“Please,” Lisa started, with eyes closed to hide her inner and real emotion, “don’t say anything,” but both eyelids just flew open when she felt Hugh’s tongue trailing its slender length.
“Then let me show you,” he said in midway before finally crashing his lips with hers. With that, she landed her hand on his hips as his own work on pulling away stray hair threads away from her face. Both eyes were closed and tongues battled for domination in one mouth to the other.
She was too drown in pleasure to care that his hand was now moving its way down her blouse; opening the first button from the top, then the second, the third, the fourth until he reached the last one on the bottom. He then let go of her lips as he reached down underneath the fabric of her top and move his way up to cup her breast while kissing, licking and sucking her bare neck.
In one swift motion, he shifted himself on top of her, not bothering to let go his act of trailing wet kisses along her neck to her collarbone. And as he rolled his hips inward, a careful moan of pleasure escaped her slightly parted lips as his growing arousal happened to brush on her.
The moment the rest of her blouse was set aside, Hugh drank the view of Lisa’s breast hiding beneath the cream lacy bra just below his chest level. He didn’t expect he’ll meet the ‘girls’ again but he’s right there so why waste time just staring at them, so with that realization, he quickly pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside before pulling the bra up and attacked her nipple with great hunger and passion while cupping the other one.
“Hugh,” she moaned.
“Am I hurting you?” he looked up and asked, taking his mouth away from her tender breasts.
“No but I don’t want my daughter walking in and see me having sex, not even with her father,” she said with smile.
“Right, me either.”
“Bathroom,” she ordered sweetly.
“Yah, bathroom,” he mimicked and followed Lisa as she got up and made her way to the right side of the hotel suite.
*Evil laugh* Yah I know I am that evil to cut the scene off.. I just have to since I am a lousy smut writer. :) anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you like it!