Thread by @kneepples

It was approaching 10pm when Krystal and Sam were walking back to The Envoy hotel.

They had just eaten at The Cross Restaurant, and they elected to walk at an easy pace so as if to delay the end of their romantic excursion for as long as they could. Sam was also aware of how Krystal’s 5 inch stiletto heels might demand a slower pace at this point.

During their dinner, Krystal was consumed by the same satisfaction that she always felt nowadays. Not only because she had just been catered to by one of the finest Chef’s in the world, or because she had just sampled the finest cuisine.....

......beautifully prepared and presented, or because she was engaged in listening to her wonderful boyfriend speaking, but because she was always aware of how her life had changed since her good, but humble beginnings.

Although the food tasted beautiful, Krystal could barely remember much about what she had eaten that night.

The air between herself and her boyfriend Sam had been so electric that she feared she may have pounced upon him in front of all the rich and famous clientele that The Cross was hosting that night.

She had planned out several hundred ways on how to take The Blazer, Tie and Armani dress shirt from his body, and the anticipation of finally getting to put one into practice was making Krystal’s stomach tingle with excitement.

Krystal wrapped her slender arm around Sam’s back and felt the content of feeling it between the silk of his shirt and his deep, black blazer.

“…and that’s why the original Scarface is better than the Al Pacino one.” Sam said in a tone of finality, before looking to Krystal.

She enjoyed the way his face lit up and all of his expressions softened when they looked into each other’s eyes. She enjoyed how much she herself softened.

Krystal began to laugh out loud. To think he could make such a long speech about how one film is better than another. 

“I agree with you, Sam.” Krystal's smile was broadening as she felt Sam run his steady hand through her long blond braids.

“I don’t know what kind of Witchcraft or Wizardry you use upon your hair, but I love how it’s a shade of black one second, and then seems to shimmer in different tones depending on how and where the light catches it.” Said Sam, looking visibly awed.

Krystal began to giggle. The sound was a clear, care-free, content sound that came all the way from the bottom of Krystal's stomach and seemed to echo from every wall along the deserted street they were strolling along.

Sam kissed the top of her head, and only then did Crystal stop him.

Their eyes met again, but Krystal had stopped giggling and smiling. The look upon her face spoke volumes. She wanted to be taken.

Krystal moved her body into Sam’s and ran her slightly trembling hands upwards along the back of his blazer until she had her arms resting upon his shoulders.

She was conscious of everything, including the heat from Sam’s neck upon the sides of her arms, Sam’s own steady hands cradling her at the waist, and how Krystal was actually tall enough to kiss her boyfriend when she was wearing these shoes.

Sam was tall enough that she still had to look up in order to look him in the eyes, and she revelled in the slight sense of vulnerability she felt from exposing her neck, which quickly faded when Sam ran one of his index finger along Krystal’s DG necklace.

"I feel so alive and charged when I’m with you, Sam. Almost like I can feel every inch of my body, inside and out, and my heart being in unison with…” Krystal stopped and blushed a little, just as Sam said: “With mine.”

Krystal was ready for him, and she felt the reciprocation within the way Sam gripped Sophie’s waist a little more urgently and tightly.

It was in this moment when they would have kissed. Finally. But Krystal spotted someone across the street. She and Sam were all but stood outside The Envoy now, and the only person other than the mysterious figure Krystal was looking at was the Doorman.

Sam turned around and led Krystal by the hand across the street to see who this person was. He was laying in the mouth of a dingy manhole and looked in need of help, and Sam was always willing to offer that wherever and whenever he could.

Sam helped!

Crystal found herself quickly being led by the hand again. She and Sam made their way back across the street, into the hotel and made for their room.

Krystal recognised the man and did not stop giggling between leaving the man and their hotel room, only when the hotel room door closed behind them both did she stop. She found her mouth upon Sam’s.

Krystal awoke at 2am, surprisingly alert and energised considering the physical demands of what Sam had done with her body.

She stole to the window and looked out. Their room looked out across the front of the hotel, and Krystal spied the figure of one of her former conquests still sat there. Her sense of mischief sparked.

Slender and athletic-looking, graceful and elegant while she moved, Krystal’s figure was always eyed greedily by men and enviously by women.

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