Bill picks you up and swings you around as soon as you would through the door of the hotel suite; squealing against him happily your arms find their way around his neck.
“I have fucking missed you, so much!” Bill kisses over your neck and hums.
“Missed you too! I’m still pissed my flights were delayed…. Missed out on 7 more hours with you.”
“it’s okay, I managed to get the reservations moved to the second of January so we’re still going out to dinner.”
“You’re a sweetheart…. Please… Tell me you did the "do you know who I am?” thing…cuz the mental images of that are hilarious.“ You chuckle and kiss him.
"Completely, went full Pennywise on their ass, complete with red balloons!” He nods and laughs, carrying you over to the window of the hotel and standing you down to turn and face out.
“That view is amazing…!”
You’d never been to New York before, though it was on your bucket list and now you were looking out a large tinted window in a private hotel suite that gave you the perfect view of Time Square and the ball drop.
Bill kisses over your shoulder and smiles, “okay sweetheart?”
“Yeah… This is… Amazing. Can’t believe how full it is already down there.”
“Lots of fun stuff before the big event.” He nods “Wanna go down and join them?”
You chew your lip and think of the thronging crowds, the photographers, the noise and shake your head. “I’d rather stay up here with you and celebrate.”
He smiles and watches your reflection in the window “Deal… We can have our own party.”
“Perfect.” You nod and move to turn and face him only to be stopped.
“Think that can start now.” He speaks low against your ear making you shiver.
“I’ve been on an eight hour flight baby… I need to shower.” You chuckle “I’m all… Yuck.”
“That’s fine… We have a large en suite with a massive shower.” Kissing over your neck Bill gently guides you away from the window and then towards the en suite.
“Holy shit this is….” Your jaw drops upon seeing the marble and chrome bathroom. The shower and tub are clearly large enough for two people, minimum.
“Right?” He looks around and smiles.
“There’s mirrors on the ceiling… Over the shower and tub…”
“Oh…is there?” He shrugs and feigns a lack of knowledge on the subject, but the smirk reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror beside you shows otherwise.
You giggle playfully and turn to face Bill, still wrapped in his arms. “Bill Skarsgård…you freaky Swedish meatball.”
He nods and kisses you, the tip of his tongue flicking over your lips asking for entry. You happily oblige and slip your arms around his torso; it had been too long since you had last felt his lips on yours or his body against yours.
Backing you up carefully so you don’t trip, Bill leans you against the counter top and slowly unzips the back of your dress until you’re able to shrug it off and let it fall in a heap at your feet.
He leans back to look at you and licks his lips. “Wow…”
Your hair falls loosely along your shoulders and frames your face while a simple black lace lingerie set accentuates your figure. His gaze is intimidating and you cross your arms over yourself to try and cover bare skin, suddenly feeling rather self conscious in front of this beautiful man.
