Broken Submission

Unexpected

A bump in the road jolted Amelia out of her doze. Blinking, she pushed herself off the door, back cracking. Derek glanced over at her.

"Sleep okay?"

She smiled faintly, a yawn tugging her mouth wide. "Mhmm," she hummed. Her eyes focused on their surroundings. Rain drizzled from the steely sky, splattering against the speeding cars. "Where are we?" 

"Almost there." Derek reached between them, pulling out a bag of cheesy pretzels. "Hungry?"

Her stomach rumbled, and a laugh escaped Derek's mouth as she snatched the bag from him. A loud crunch reverberated through the car as she crushed the snack between her molars, and Amelia froze, blush rising to her cheeks. 

"Sorry," she muttered around her mouthful.

Derek laughed under his breath and turned the radio on a low volume to make her more comfortable.

"How are you holding up?" she asked, glancing at the clock. They'd been on the road for a few hours already. "Do you want me to take over for a while?"

He glanced at her with an amused expression. "Trying to trick me into telling you where we're going?"

"What? No," she protested.

"Uh huh," he said, clearly not believing her.

Amelia sniffed and stuck out her lower lip in an uncharacteristic pout.

Faster than she could react, Derek's hand flashed across the car and caught her lip between his fingers. She squealed, trying to pull away, but he held firm.

"What's this attitude?" he asked, amused. 

Her response was too slurred to understand, but he thought he caught his name. She wriggled like a fish on a hook, going so far as to smack his chest to try and make him let go. 

Finally, he released her, snickering. Amelia grabbed her mouth to hide it from him.

"Derek! What the hell?" she demanded, voice muffled by her hands.

He shrugged. "Well, you stuck it out there..."

"So??" She examined her lip in the mirror. Besides maybe being a little swollen, it had escaped mostly unscathed.

Derek's fingers drummed on the wheel as a classic rock song came on the radio. "That's what happens when you pout, babygirl."

Which just made her want to pout more. But this time, she was careful not to extend that lip. Still eying him, she picked at the snacks.

As their tires ate up more road, they entered more and more populated areas, slowly making their way into a city. Amelia craned her neck, trying to see if she recognized any of the buildings, but none of it looked familiar.

 Derek pulled the car up to a hotel. 

"We're staying here?" The Marriott gleamed, its parking lot crammed with luxury vehicles.

"Mhmm," he hummed. "Hop out. I'll go park."

"O-okay." She stepped out, and he pulled forward. Amelia glanced at the lobby, stomach fluttering. Was she supposed to check them in? She couldn't exactly help with the bags if she was over here.

Unable to make a decision, she ended up edging toward the potted plants, just trying to blend in until Derek reappeared. After a few minutes that felt like an hour, she spotted him rounding the corner of the building with an armful of bags. Amelia jogged over, trying to tug some out of his hands.

"Here--let me--"

"I've got it," he said, walking faster to shake her, but she managed to snag one of the smaller ones.

He threw a baleful look her way that she ignored as she trotted to keep up. Spotting one of the low rolling carts inside the door of the lobby, he dumped the bags, straightening his shirt as he headed for the front desk. 

Derek landed a light swat on her behind as he passed, growling a threat in her ear about little girls who don't listen. Amelia went red, eyes darting around the lobby to see if anyone caught the exchange. Her eyes snagged one one employee sneaking glances at them, and she about died. But even her embarrassment couldn't distract her from the heat building between her legs. It had been.... a while since Derek and Amelia had been intimate, and she couldn't deny that she was horny.

The desk attendant handed Derek the room keys, and after thanking her, he came and grabbed the bags.

"If you let me--" she shut her mouth at his pointed glare.

Amelia couldn't help but feel weird as the elevator rose. Something about this--getting a hotel room together, taking a trip--felt different and exciting. She felt--light. As if some weight had been lifted. She bounced on her toes a couple times before the doors slid open, and she popped out.

"What's this energy?" Derek asked, his expression a cross between confusion and happiness.

Amelia pushed back the part of herself that told her to hide her good mood and gave him a small smile. "I just feel good. This--whatever this is--was a good idea."

His face softened. "Well, good." He dropped a kiss on her forehead as he opened the room door for her, despite carrying all the bags.

She walked in and blinked in shock to see Derek's sister sitting on the bed.

"Freya?" Amelia glanced between them in surprise as Derek dropped the bags.

He winked at Amelia before addressing his sister. "So I'll see you at eight?"

"Eight?" Amelia's brow furrowed. "What's going on?"

Freya nodded to her brother with a grin, and Derek pulled her in for a tight squeeze. 

Pulling back, he booped her nose. "Be good." And before she could wrap her head around what was happening, he vanished out the door.

Amelia faced Freya, mouth open. "What just happened?"

"Oh girlfriend," Freya said with a grin bordering on manic. "We are going to have  so much fun."

Do we like it???? I gotta admit guys, I've been kind of bored wrapping up this story--so many other ideas and worlds in the works. But I'm actually excited about where this is going! So if you made it this far--lemme tell you--I'm aware there was a rough patch lmao. But you got through it! Hurrah! But now let's get back into what we're all here for--shock, amusement, and ahem, copious amounts of kinky sex, amiright?