My eyes fluttered open, "Morning". "Morning", I said, turning onto my side to face Marshall. I kissed Marshall softly. "What should we to do today?", "Not sure. But first showers, then breakfast". "Sounds like a plan". Marshall proped his head on his hand. I stretched, the sun shone in my face. "How 'bout I get my stuff from the hotel I was living at?", "Sure, I'll drop you off". "Okay".
I kicked off the blanket and walked into the bathroom. I heard Marshall wolf whistle, "Nice ass babe". "Haha", I shut the bathroom door. I turned on the shower. I looked in the bathroom mirror, my hair was knotty and I had a bit of make up on my face.
Once the shower was warm, I got inside. The water warmed my body, I let the water run down my back. I wet my face and washed it. Then I shampooed and conditioned my hair, and gave my body a scrub. I sat on the shower floor, thinking 'bout stuff I might need to get.
Marshall's knocking brought me out of my thoughts, "Babe, you nearly done?", "Hold up". I turned off the shower, stepped out and gave my hair and body a quick dry. I wrapped the towel around my body and opened the bathroom door. "Finished", I said, smiling.
Marshall smirked and in one swift motion, he pulled my towel off me. The cold air made contact with my skin, placing goosebumps on my tan skin. "Marshall!", Marshall wolf whistled. I tried grabbing my towel, but Marshall moved it out my reach. "Marshall, it's fucking cold!", I covered my chest. "Lookin' hot babe", "No, I ain't, I'm FUCKING cold Marshall!", I grabbed the towel and pulled it out of Marshall's hand.
I wrapped it around my body. "You suck Marshall", Marshall poked his tongue at me. I poked mine back, Marshall kissed me. Just as I was gonna say something, Marshall closed the bathroom door. I shrugged and went to my bag. I pulled out a pair of underwear, a bra, a black tank top and a pair of low riding, baggy jeans. I pulled on my underwear and baggy jeans. Then I put on my bra and tank top.
Marshall got out the bathroom, he had a towel wrapped around his waist. Marshall just causally walked up behind me. Once he was behind me, I turned around and pulled his towel off. "Grace!", "I got the towel!", I jumped onto the bed, Marshall tried to get the towel back, but I just jumped off the other side of the bed. "Grace!", "Nope. Nope. Nope", I said, Marshall started to chase me.
Knock... Knock... Knock, I threw Marshall his towel, "Hold on", I sang. Marshall wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into the bathroom. I opened the door, "Morning miss, breakfast", "Thanks", the lady wheeled in a small table. "Ring room service to collect the table and dishes", "Okay, thanks". The lady walked out the room, closing the door behind her.
"Marshall, you can come out now", the bathroom door opened and Marshall came out. "What's that?", Marshall asked, "Breakfast, get dressed and we'll eat". "Fine", Marshall found some clothes, stripped off his towel and pulled on his clothes.
"Food", Marshall said, lifting up a tray lid. "Pancakes", I said, licking my lips excitedly. I stole the tray of pancakes, "Babe!", Marshall said. I poked my tongue, sat on the bed and covered the pancakes in maple syrup. "Babe, I want some", I shoke my head, "No". Marshall lunged at me, I quickly jumped up, and stepped back. Marshall jumped onto the bed, on his stomach. I quickly ate a pancake, "Babe, give me one!", Marshall whined. "No". I scoffed another one.
Marshall jumped up and jumped onto me, Marshall pinned me to the bed. "Pancakes", Marshall said. I pushed Marshall off me, and resumed eating the pancakes. I ate the last two, "Here", I passed Marshall the plate. "Where's the pancakes?", Marshall asked, making puppy dog eyes. I patted my tummy, "No bacon for you", Marshall said smirking. "Okay". I lay down, while Marshall ate bacon, fried eggs and toast.
Once he was done, Marshall jumped back on the bed next to me. I poked my tongue at him, Marshall started to tickle me. "Marshall, stop", I said, laughing uncontrollably. I kicked the air, Marshall laughed and tickled me more. After a minute of tickle torture, Marshall stopped. I took sharp, deep breaths.
"Ready to go?", "No", I panted out. I caught my breath and got off the bed. I got a pair of shoes, sat on the floor and pulled them on. Marshall put on his, "Now are you ready", "Hold on". I rang room service. They came a few minutes later and took the small table away. "Now?", "Yes". I took Marshall's hand, led him out the room and locked the door.
Me and Marshall ran into the elevator, it was just about to close. We stood side to side, there was a couple of people in the elevator. The elevator plunged down, the doors opened and we stood out. Marshall and me walked outside, to his car. Marshall unlocked his car, we got in, it was cold. He started the car and put the air con on. We drove off, it was warmer in the car now.
"What hotel?", Marshall asked, his eyes focused on the road ahead of us. "Detroit hotel", "Okay". Me and Marshall talked all the way to the hotel. Marshall pulled the car over and parked it. We got out and Marshall locked the car.
Marshall took my hand and led me inside. I had my key with me, we got into a elevtor and went up to my floor. The doors opened and we stepped out. I pulled Marshall along to my room. I unlocked it and went inside. It was freezing. "Brr", I said, rubbing my bare arms. "Nice room", "Uh". The bed was made nicely and the curtains were open. I went over to my bags, and picked them up. "Let's go", I said. We walked out, I didn't bother locking the door.
We got back into the elevator, and down to the lobby. The doors opened and we got out. We walked to the desk. "How can I help?", "I'm checking out", "Sure, pay the charge and hand back the key". I passed the key to her and dug through my bag, the one with money. "How much?", "$900". I pulled out nine hundred dollars and passed it to her. She eyed me, I did the same back. She took the money, "Hope you enjoyed your stay". I ignored her, me and Marshall walked out.
"Bit rude", Marshall said, chuckling. "Nah". Marshall unlocked the car and we got in. I threw my bags on the back seat. "Where to now?", I shrugged. "Can I take you somewhere?", I asked, "Sure. Where?", "You'll find out". Marshall raised an eyebrow, "But first, back to the hotel", "Fine". Marshall started the car and drove back to the hotel.
I hope Marshall likes where I take him.
