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The Berkeley, Knightsbridge, London
ISO: Emma
It was almost funny that the room they had gotten in the Berkeley was the same one they had had before; their summer was bookended by this room. Of course, it was a little bit of a challenge for him to get into the room this time, with Emma climbing him like he was a tree as he tried to unlock the damn door. It didn’t help that he kept stopping every few seconds for a snog and a grope. Fortunately, no one else was in the corridor at that time, because half of Emma’s arse was hanging out of her dress from the last grope, her lacy knickers on display, but Nigel got her shuffled around so that she was actually between him and the door. His mouth pressed to hers fervently, he tried to shift an eye over and get the key into the lock, while at the same time breathing through his nose and trying to hold her up. Her legs had been flung around his waist, and he crouched a little to take the weight of her on his hips, dimly aware that his shirt was mostly unbuttoned and hanging from his shoulders. That wasn’t helping the unlocking, but he finally got the damn key to turn and they fell into the room, Nigel tripping forward a few steps to land them on the luxurious bed. His shirt was off and his trousers down around his ankles before he remembered the open door, and he tore himself away from his delectable girlfriend to hop over and close it. Kicking off the trousers, he launched himself back at Emma and fell upon her like a lion onto a willing and delicious antelope, except with slightly less devouring.
Afterwards, he slid off of her and lay next to her as he caught his breath. His breathing slowed gradually, and the sweat was cooling on his skin, causing goosebumps to pop up on his arms and legs. He shivered slightly, and he was about to roll back over onto Emma to squash her and nuzzle her and stuff, but a faint rustle caught his ear. Bolting upright, he turned to find the source of the noise, his mind immediately going to images of vermin invading their room. The hotel was going to get an earful, and Nigel was going to get a full refund, if not more. His eyes were drawn to a medium sized box under a small table next to the door, one in a pile of many, and it dawned on him what it was. Leaning back over her, he planted a big kiss on her lips and then murmured, “I have a few more presents for you, honey.”
Jumping out of bed, he raced over and grabbed the rustly package, about to rush back and plop it in front of her, but he paused. Kneeling down in front of it first, he called over his shoulder, “Hang on, let me fix it.” Nigel loosened the ribbon and pulled the top off of the box, looking down on two tiny kittens. He had given the fellow at the pet shop a generous tip to deliver them to the hotel, and he had obviously made sure to keep the cats’ welfare in mind. There was a dish of water in the box, stabilized with charms, and one of the kittens had her paw in it; it was still relatively full, so the box had to have been delivered just shortly after they had returned. The jaunty ribbons hung in tatters around their necks, obviously the victims of bored playtime, and one of the kittens seemed to be yowling, but no voice was issuing out of the tiny befanged mouth. The chap must have put a silencing charm on the box, which Nigel appreciated, as it kept the surprise longer. The rustling must have been the box shifting against the other boxes. With a flick of his wand, he restored the ribbons to pretty little bows and reboxed the kittens.
Nigel brought the box, along with a couple more, over to Emma in the bed and set the surprise one in front of her. “Open it!” he commanded, settling in front of her with his legs crossed Indian-style. Though, the thought of kittens with tiny claws wandering around did prompt him to tuck a corner of the duvet over his lap. “Go on…”




