The Arms Hotel, Room of the stripper pole

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel yawned and stretched with the satisfied demeanor of a woman who'd had a very enjoyable, and energetic evening. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was still early enough that she didn't need to worry about getting back to her husband, not that she really cared about him all that much anyway, but there was an image to be maintained. Turning to the other body in the bed, she slid her hand down his side.

"Wakey, wakey," she purred.

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[blessed_twice]

"What can I say?" Wyatt grinned. "You have a way of making my spirits rise. Among other things."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"And you move me in a way that HE never has," she said nastily. "Well unless you count that little thrill I get every time I use the platinum card."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt laughed. "Chris has been and always will be a neurotic little freak," he said. "He wouldn't know how to please a woman."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Exactly. That's why I've got you. Otherwise I'd just die of frustration."

However given the way she was currently moving and her hands were roaming. Frustration wasn't an issue at the moment.

[blessed_twice]

"I know exactly what a woman like you needs," Wyatt said, his own hands wandering as he bucked his hips against hers.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"And I need lots of it," Isabel hissed.

[blessed_twice]

"And that's why I'm right here with you instead of that cold fish of a wife of mine," Wyatt said, rolling them over so that he was on top. As he should be. And he spent the next several hours doing things with Isabel that would've made his wife die of embarrassment.