Play Along With It

*The Motel*

I rode behind Norman the whole way. We drove for about thirty minutes before coming across a small, southern style motel. With peach colored walling, the place had a cute, friendly appeal. Outside the white doors were cute little flower beds. Not my style, really. But it was better than nothing. Besides, I was tired. Not like there were many other places for me to go.

I pulled into an empty spot, and Norman pulled in beside me. I killed the engine, and glanced at him.

"What're you doing?" I demanded. Did he seriously expect to nail me?

"Guy's gotta sleep too." He stated, getting off the chopper. Duh! I shook my head, feeling stupid. Of course he needed to sleep!

I brought my helmet with me into the main office, followed closely by Norman. I ignored it, and went to open the door. Suddenly, Norman raced in front of me, and held the door for me. He gestured me inside, and I smiled slightly. Once I was in, Norman followed and wrapped his arm around my waist. Pulling me into his side, he leaned in.

"Play along with it." He mumbled, kissing my cheek. I glanced at him, a little concerned. Did he just save me to bang me? Afraid of what he would do if I didn't, I wrapped my own arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. We walked up to the front desk, where a plump lady was. She had curly red hair and brown eyes. Wearing a floral print dress, she looked fairly old.

"Howdy there! Are you two love birds lookin' for a room?" She asked in a thick southern accent.

"Yep. Gonna get it on a little. We'll try to be be quiet." He stated, smiling at her. Remembering that this was just an act, I ran my fingers up and down his back. He smiled at me, and leaned in for a kiss. I obliged, and kissed him. His lips were sweet, and I could taste the hamburger from earlier.

"Oh! Well then, I'll give ya the room with the thickest walls!" She stated, chuckling. "Now, I'd charge ya 20 bucks for a night, but since Ya'll are on your honeymoon, ya get a 30% discount!" She exclaimed. So that's why Norman wanted to act like a couple. To get a discount.

"Alright. Sounds good." He said, letting me go to get his wallet. He pulled out sixteen dollars and handed it to her. She accepted it, and gave him a small gold key.

"Room 215. Have a nice night!" She exclaimed.

Norman thanked her, and wrapped his arm around my waist again, leading me out of the main building. Once outside, I glanced at him.

"A discount, eh? That was smart." I stated. Norman grunted.

"Sometimes, you just gotta play along with it. So, I hope there's two beds." He mumbled, going to his chopper and unhooking the bag off of it. I moved to my Harley, unpacking as well.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at him. "Don't want to sleep in the same bed?"

"Nah. I'm good." Norman muttered, slinging the bag over his shoulder. I nodded, and grabbed my own bag. Norman led the way to our room, which was at the very end of the long row of rooms. The white door had the numbers 215 on it in gold plated letters. He unlocked the door, letting me go first. As soon as I was inside, my stomach flipped a little. The walls were an old lady style floral pattern. The carpet was an ugly dark blue. An oak dresser sat on the left side of the room, and across the room, was a bathroom. Across the oak dresser was...a single bed. With cream sheets, two pillows, and a flower basket, it was kind of cute. Although when Norman saw it, he stiffened slightly.

"Well, looks like we're sharing tonight." He mumbled. I nodded, and set my bag and helmet on the oak dresser. I heard Norman set his bag and helmet on the bed behind me. I slid my jacket off, revealing a white tank top. As well as my rose vine tattoo running down my left arm. My angel wings tattoo on my back was still somewhat hidden. You could just see the top. The wings stretched from my shoulder blades, all the way down to my hips.