Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

The Anniversary

Lisa was, for the lack of a better word, nervous.

She fidgeted with the collar of her shirt, then with her watch. She checked the time again, 8:23 p.m. . She called the number half an hour ago, and from their conversation, the woman should be here any minute now. Lisa wondered if she had time to call down to the lobby and ask them to bring up another bottle of champagne or at least something to pair with the first bottle that's sitting in a bucket of ice in the corner of the hotel room.

She sat down in the armchair near the window. Her room on the 38th floor offered a great view over the city of London, but she wasn't interested in that at all. She caught herself smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in her shirt again, and stopped herself. It's just one night, Lisa told herself. And it's just one woman .

When the knock came from her door, Lisa was feeling relatively calmer. That was until the person knocked again and said, "Room service."

Lisa went to open the door tentatively.

"Hi, there, you must be Catherine," the woman standing outside of her door said with the brightest smile Lisa's ever seen. She had on a dark brown trench coat and a pair of black stilettos, which added to the woman's height, making her slightly taller than Lisa.

"Yes, that would be me," Lisa greeted her with what she hoped was a polite enough smile. Catherine was the product of her momentary panic, when the woman on the other end of the phone asked for a name for the records .

"You're cuter than I imagined, Catherine," the woman said in a faint accent. "I'm Roseanne. May I come in?"

Lisa quickly stepped aside, and the woman— Roseanne —sauntered into her room. She couldn't help but stare at her. The way she moved, the way she was effortlessly captivating, and the way she ran her hand through her bob; Lisa's mouth felt suddenly dry.

"You celebrating something?" Roseanne pointed to the bottle of bubbly.

"That, uh," Lisa felt embarrassed for ordering something before the other woman even showed up. "This is a special occasion. For me, I mean."

Roseanne merely gave her a soft smile. "First time?"

"I've done this before. It's just not really my thing."

"Don't worry," Roseanne said, voice low and seductive. "I will take very good care of you."

Lisa visibly gulped. She was hyper aware of the cool air coming from the duct above where she was standing near the door, of the pristinely made queen bed, and of the envelope on the desk below where the TV was mounted. The same envelope she wasn't supposed to have out, at least until they were done . Lisa quickly moved to hide the thing into one of the drawers, cheeks pink.

"I take that you don't really like sultry?" Roseanne asked, and Lisa shook her head. "Copy that, how about we start small? Do you want to sit down somewhere? On the bed, maybe?"

Lisa obediently sat down on the bed, sinking into the fluffy down duvet. Roseanne sat on the desk in front of her, with her hands on either side of herself, feet dangling. Lisa couldn't stop staring at the woman's smooth calves and the expensive pair of high heels she had on. She was sure her gaze wasn't subtle at all, but Roseanne said nothing.

"We have four hours," Roseanne pointed out, and Lisa couldn't help but notice she sounded less like she was putting on a persona now. "Do you want to tell me what the special occasion is so I can celebrate with you? Must be something very special."

"I got a promotion at work," Lisa fidgeted with her watch strap. "It's a pretty big one. I wasn't really expecting it when I talked to you last week. I thought it was just going to be a business trip. Anyway, a happy bonus, I guess."