Two Pink Lines

35

"Can you believe we're actually going to have an entire weekend alone? I mean when was the last time that happened?" Alice wonders aloud as she and FP finish packing their suitcase.

"Hmm... never?" He smirks at her. "I'm glad we're getting the chance to do this. It'll be good for us."

"You can say that again."

He zips up the suitcase and walks over to her, taking her face in his hands. "You know what we're going to do this weekend?" She shakes her head. "Absolutely nothing." He whispers with a grin, leaning his head down to capture her lips.

"Mmmm, that sounds great." She mumbles, deepening the kiss and pulling him down as she lays back.

He pulls away from her lips and she lets out a whine of protest. "We've got all weekend to do this," he points out, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. "And we don't have to be quiet about it either."

His words send goosebumps all over her body and she shivers. "The people in the room beside us are going to call in a noise complaint."

"Well I'll just have to find a way to keep you quiet." He nips at her earlobe and she laughs.

"Oh me, huh? You're not exactly quiet either, mister." He smiles. "But I am curious to know how you plan on keeping me quiet."

"Well the sooner we get out of here, the sooner I can show you."

•

"I'll have the beef tenderloin, and she'll have the carbonara." FP orders for the two of them.

She had scoured the menu for a long while, all of it looking so incredibly delicious, before eventually making a decision. Not only had FP sprung for the best hotel room, he also made reservations at a fancy restaurant for them, pulling out all the stops to make this the best weekend possible.

Of course, she would of been content just ordering room service and watching some overpriced paper-view movie in bed with him. However, she's definitely not complaining. It's been a while since she's had an excuse to dress up, and seeing FP looking so dapper in a crisp button up and some well fitting dress pants, had affected her more than she cared to admit.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" FP asks, pulling her out of her daze when his hand reaches for hers.

"Oh nothing, just in la la land." She gives his hand a squeeze and he smiles at her. "And maybe about how good you look. We should really dress up more often."

He chuckles. "I'm game. You look gorgeous, of course, that's true no matter what you're wearing."

"Even when I'm wearing pyjamas?"

"Well considering your pyjamas lately have consisted of just my t-shirt, yes." He watches as her attention is captured by a waiter bringing a tray of desserts to a nearby table. "Do you want me to ask for a dessert menu?"

"What?" She questions, bringing her attention back to him.

He smiles. "You were practically salivating looking at those desserts."

"I was not." She protests.

"Fine, fine whatever you say. But I can ask for a dessert menu when our waiter comes back."

"Or we can order room service when we get back to the hotel. Maybe some ice cream, or brownies. Oh! Or, chocolate covered strawberries, and we can slip into a nice hot bath together, just let all our worries float away."