The elevator door opened, and Parvati seized the front of George's shirt and dragged him out the elevator. She saw the wide eyed look on the operator's face, but she was far passed caring. She stopped a moment to throw herself upon him, kissing him passionately and clinging to him, a growl in her throat as she ran her hands over his back, grabbing his behind quickly in the process. She pulled away just as suddenly, and ran, her peeling laughter filling the hall, towards the presidential suite on the end of the hall.
She reached the door a few paces before him, and she unlocked the door as he approached. She pulled the door open, and then turned toward him and crooked her finger to lead him inside their room.