i-should-break-this-habit. (jess]

[kenzie.frikin.rain]

When Boone stumbled into the lobby with some girl, Jason couldn't help but laugh. He was older than his brother by only two years, and Boone was clearly adopted. Jason had a job working at the hotel, and Boone was a regular. He could always pay, so even though he was a huge whore, the whole hotel liked him. (mostly because he tipped well.) "'Ey Boone!" Jason called out, raising his hand and snapping to try to get the attention of the intoxicated boy.

Unfortunately, it worked. He stumbled over to the check in desk and jumped up on it. He sprawled himself across it, crossing his legs and grinning at his brother. "I... I got this girl and we wanna go and..." he made his hand into a fist and pumped it a few times before Jason nodded and began to type into the computer, smiling to himself. "What's so... so funny, Jasey?" He asked before grinning at the chic he was with, "This is my brother," He leaned forward and ruffled Jason's red hair, "Cute ain't he?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Jason pushed his hand away before reading off the computer, "You got room C16, can I see your credit card or should I just put it on your tab?" Boone nodded and Jason rolled his eyes again, typing in some information before rolling his chair back and grabbing some keys off the wall. He looked like he was about to hand them to Boone but he thought better of it; the girl seemed more sober. He tossed the keys to her and winked playfully, "Have fun, yeh?"

"Oh, we'll have fun alright." Boone got up and slung his arm around her before leading her to the elevator and pulling her inside. In moments his lips found hers and suddenly he was pressing her up against the wall, his hands running over her body hungrily.

[allison nicole moore]

jay love jones is back

God, I haven't been in here in what? Six months, at least?

Even drunk, I knew what was going to happen. I knew what a hotel meant. And I was okay with it. This guy was incredibly attractive. I could feel my blood buzzing with excitement and hormones. Or maybe intoxication.

When Boone slid forward clumsily unto the hotel desk, I almost lost my balance in my towering heels. Tall, sexy red pumps. My feet ached, but I hardly noticed. I could also feel my short black dress riding up, tight as it was. I lifted a hand to fix my wind-swept hair, crunching it at the roots for volume, though I doubted it would stay decent for long. A sly smile curved at my lips.

I glanced at Jason, stumbling forward. Idiot. He was pretty hot, too, but I was getting impatient. Jason tossed me the keys and I caught them. Barely. I fumbled with the jingling metal for a moment before Boone sidled up next to me and wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me closer. His hot breath rustled my hair and made goose bumps rise on my skin. I shivered in anticipation.

His rough hands snatched my waist and he seductively pulled me into the elevator, immediately shoving me up against the wall. I cried out, and his mouth covered mine. And I melted. His body pulsed against mine, two layers of clothing between us. His fumbling fingers tripped over the edge of my shirt for a moment, flicking the fabric.

The elevator dinged, and then we were tearing down the hall. I shoved the key into the lock, twisting violently. I couldn't get it opened fast enough. My breathing came in short, little gasps from the excursion in the elevator.

Finally, I stumbled into the room, almost falling on my heels. I slung my arm around Boone, using him for support. I regained balance, and kissed his neck hungrily. "Mmm."