For Tess

[onceaviking]

Eric opens the door to his room and lets Tess in, as he turns on the light.

It's cool and clean and neat, the huge bed made with white sheets and bedding.
(The joys of really good dry cleaners slash rats).


He gestures to the bathroom. "Do you want to head straight to the main selling point?"
Said with the casual irony of someone prety confident that he himself is always the main selling point.

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[onceaviking]

"We could probably manage that," he says, making sure that she is resting securely against the edge of the pool before getting out, water cascading down his naked body.

He returns with a fluffy towel.
"I'm afraid we're fresh out of slippers," he says. "And fruit. There's more whiskey though."

[have_no_mercy]

She takes the towel, joining him out of the pool.

"That's okay. Whiskey will be fine."