Lazy Lizzie

Twenty

Leo kissed Lizzie's neck as she stared at the phone's screen, hypnotized. He had his own set of demons.

The stillness made him go, "Is something wrong?" 

His hands hesitated on her back as if he was worried she'd fall back.

"Your phone is competing with me for your attention," she joked.

Leo's eyes widened when the caller ID displayed Ramiro.

"What? How--", he leaned back to get his phone, leaving Lizzie naked on top of him. She crossed her arms to cover herself.

The phone hit the bed, "I'm not reading his messages. I don't care what he wants, I'm out," Leo's confident tone made her wonder why his eyes weren't meeting hers. 

She stood still, not knowing what to do, hands weak, forcing him to face her. It lasted only a second, he then kissed her lips harder than before, his arms tensing around her. Her first reaction would've been to retreat, so she had to force herself to give in: she kissed him back, pushing uselessly into him, he opposed her like a wall.

The phone vibrated, making his body tense against hers.

"Let's just go to the motel," she said into his ear, moving for the both of them, hungry for him, wishing he'd not take her offer.

"Yeah," he kissed her cheek once to seal the deal. "Let's get off the highway."

He was also running, Lizzie thought, as she got up to get dressed. She searched through her closet to keep herself busy. She picked a soft chiffon dress, her skin was too raw, it kinda demanded it. What would be the appropriate lingerie for her wedding night?

She peeked over the cabinet's doors and saw Leo crouched over his phone, frowning, not rushing to get dressed.

"He's asking about Dale."

Lizzie froze at the name, "Aren't they done?" She'd finished to put the dress on, so when he looked up at her, he met a new version of her.

"I thought so. Left Dale with him and came back to you."

His eyes went over her, she still felt naked but it didn't feel wrong. She moved her focus on the panties shelf, picking white lace ones, after all, she would only marry once. She didn't like second chances, that concept also implied work.

She pulled them up under her dress, over how wet she still was. Her smile was ready when she closed the closet's door.

Leo was putting on his t-shirt, boxers on, pants and shoes still to go. Despite her first thought being to go wait in the car -- the sex was over, after all -- she watched him put his jeans on, tie his shoelaces. Like she'd hoped, the wait was worth it: he kissed her when he passed her to exit the trailer. Once, on the lips, so she had to pull him back for more.

Outside, no cars broke the silence, nor the darkness, the highway's fluorescent dotted line showing only one way to go.

"Motel 590," Leo said, once they were inside the car. "Our honeymoon destination."

Lizzie looked at her phone. 76 missed calls, all Dale. No messages. He knew there was nothing he could put into writing. He needed her to answer so that he could build his strategy on her arguing with him. He would never let her go, not just like that. Not until he'd taken everything that he could from her

The small motel room, decorated in cheap-but-going-for-luxurious black and gold wallpaper, was immaculate, which was a lot more than Lizzie'd expected. The bed occupied half of it, although advertised as merely Comfortable. The other options were Superior and Ambassador, and it was a cheap motel so... it must've been the contrast with the cramped trailer's one what impressed her so much.

The bed was all she cared about, anyway.

"No, no. Let me carry you over the threshold," Leo stopped her enthusiasm. He lifted her, before she could say anything, and took that one step, putting her down on the bed. Because she was already kissing him, he had to close the door with his foot, slamming it as he got dragged on top of her.