Re: [Adult] VIP Area
The kiss to his cheek might have been more reassuring had the crowd not reacted to it like he and Wren were putting on a show just for them, and drunk or not Luke's patience was beginning to waver. He wasn't overly steady on his feet, but he managed to keep his balance, even as he allowed himself to be pulled towards the elevator which didn't move quickly enough for his liking. Everything had receded to slow motion at this point, and it took him a few seconds to clue in when she slipped off her shoes and started tugging him towards the stairs instead. Keeping up was difficult, though he was relieved to leave the crowd behind, and his annoyance began to ebb away as he realized that she was leaving a trail of clothing for him to follow.
He smiled to himself, inspecting piece after piece until he reached the level with the rooms just in time to see one of the doors closing. Bingo. His own clothing was discarded as he moved, at least some of it; his shirt, then his shoes, and he began working on his pants as he nudged the door open and stepped inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and the outside illumination, but when they did his gaze immediately fell upon Wren.
God, she was perfect. He could have stood there and stared at her for hours, had the desire to be close to her not been so great. As it was, he couldn't resist, and his pants were soon discarded as soon as he ensured the door was locked. An uneven sway led him to the bed, where he slipped under the sheets and wasted no time in reaching for her, wanting no space between them, not even a sliver. "I love you," he whispered against her skin, warm and thick in the safe quiet of the darkened room.