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To say the manager was apologetic was an understatement. Like she for sure panicked when she realised she had ruined August's proposal plans.

We got free dessert and free champagne and man; I was drunk.

I was drunk on the atmosphere. On the smiles we had gained. On the way the chocolate tasted. On the way the bubbles fizzed against my lips. On the way August stared at me, held my hand, kissed me.

I was drunk.

We had just asked for the bill and August was amused when his eyes glanced over the paper.

"Can I see?" I ask.

"Yeah." He wrote down the room number and signed the receipt, then handed it to me.

I cringed. It was a lot.

It was sort of fun. I looked up at him and he just gave me a grin, shaking his head at me and then he stood and pulled out my chair for me.

"Oh the gentleman."

"Mhm." He hums. "We should go, before we get, you know, caught."

I stand up and smile at him, lifting my hand to his face and August turns his lips to my palm.

"But the night is still young Leo."

He chuckles against my palm and leans into my ear. "Yes but we just robbed this joint slash Michael and Ferity of four hundred and eleven pounds. I suggest we make a run for it."

"I suggest we explore the corridors."

"Em." He groans, pulling back and shaking his head at me. "We are pushing our luck."

"Let's just have one-night Leo, just one where we don't give a shit if we are caught. Like nothing will happen, we'll pay the cash, your dad and mine will get us out of trouble."

"You sound like a brat." He says.

I smile. "I am. I have been bad once in my life, the other night. One more isn't going to hurt me."

He rolls his eyes and I grab his hand, leading him back through the restaurant and I send smiles to all the staff, they wave at us, smiling and watching as we exit the room.

"Emersyn."

"Yeah?" I ask and August pauses and we are standing now in this corridor that was so fucking grand it looked unreal. Like it screamed just wealth.

I look up at him.

"You wanna be bad?"

"I just want to prolong the way I feel." I say gently and August smiles at me.

"How do you feel?"

"Deliriously happy." I smile, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him and he leans in, I duck away, skipping, successfully in my heals away from him and down the long grand corridor.

"Em, that says no entry." He calls behind me and I just shrug, testing the door knob and when it opens I walk in, shutting the door behind me and giggling a little at August when he walks in with me, shaking his head at me.

His eyes are alive though. He's amused.

I turn around and really it was just another corridor but there were mirrors, old ass mirrors coating the walls. It was sorta beautiful.

I smiled at him.

"My feet hurt now." I say.

"Well you did just skip down the corridor."

I lift my foot and point down.

"Can you please undo the buckles for me, take them off."

"Oka." He kneels down, undoing my shoe and I run my fingers over his cheek, cupping his face and when he looks up at me I smile softly.

"I am a tad bit tipsy."

"You bet?" He chuckles, and he helps me out of my shoes.

"Will you hold them?" I ask.

"You don't half ask for much."

I grinned. "August?"

"Mm?"

"Catch me."

He looked confused, his eyes darting across my face and then I bent my head down and pressed a quick chaotic kiss on his lips, open mouthed, a little messy and then I sprung away, running as fast as I could in the opposite directing to him.

He calls my name, scrambling up and I just watch the way my figure zooms past all the mirrors, the corridor was long, fun to just fucking run down and then I realised August is a fucking athlete and he's catching on me and I let out a shriek of laughter/ excitement and fling myself through these two grand double doors, shutting them loudly behind me and I just carry on running...

Until my foot steps slow and my eyes grow wide, I had entered into this ginormous grand hall, like marble floor, chandeliers, big huge windows and August is chuckling when I turn around to look at him shocked.

How is this even here?

He jogs to me.

"I don't chase anyone Emersyn Rose."

I bring my eyes away from the beautiful room and zero in on him.

"Yes you do."

"No. I don't."

"Oh but you just did."

"I will gag you." He mutters and my eyes widen, a slow wicked grin coming onto my face.

"You like that?" I ask.

"I hate you." August mumbles, shaking his head at me and I smile, my feet were cold against the marble floor, but it felt sort of nice, grounding even. I walk towards August and take his hand, pulling him into the middle of the giant room.

"You recon people actually danced here?"

"They probably do weddings and functions here."

"Well that's perfect." I laugh. "Dance with me?"

"Em." August laughs and I just sort of pull him to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and he sighs, dropping my shoes to the floor, which creates a loud echoed thud, but I don't mind. August places his hands on my waist and as I grin at him, his faux moody gaze leaves anyway.

"You're annoying." A complaining August smiles.

We sway, me just utterly enjoying this moment and August is watching me, my eyes up at the ceiling as we turn in small little circles.

This room was beautiful.

Then music starts playing and we both startle, our heads snapping to the door and there are like all the freaking workers stood there, watching us. One of them had drifted to the piano and I grin because they think they are creating this magical little moment between us. It was our engagement night after all.

"Busted." August says, stopping dancing and I look at him as if he is mad.

"Dance with me, we have music now."

"Emersyn you are very demanding." He chuckles, one of his hands coming to hold mine and we resume a more traditional position, and the slow music twirled like thread around us. And then August led.

Like he full one started to dance with me, perfectly, and I grinned because well I can dance, I just never really realised he would know what he was doing. The piano surrounded us, spinning us with every step we made, every little delicate circle I span in response to his hand leading me into a small twirl, immediately being pulled back to him after every one.

I felt so warm.

The pressure of his warm hand on my waist, as we literally glided around the floor made me want to squeeze him. Like that is how much love I was feeling for him.

I wanted to wrap my arms around his head and squeeze.

I guess I will settle for legs. Later.

It was on my mind, as he performed this little free of care, full of life version of him. It made me so much more attracted to him. The way he grinned, the way his eyes shone, the way he practically buzzed with energy that matched mine.

It felt like I had managed to pass on a little bit of myself to him. And okay maybe that is narcissistic, but I saw my reflection in his eyes as we laughed, as we spun, as he kissed me. I saw some little flickers of light and I fucking loved it.

The song came to a close, like the person stopped playing and I was out of breath, my hands on his chest and looking up at him with pure, unaltered affection, adoration.

August presses a quick kiss on my lips, he looked at them, sent them a grin and the first woman, from earlier, Allison gave us a gentle smile.

"We came to investigate what a loud noise was, we found you and couldn't split it up, but we'll all get fired if our boss finds you in here. So..."

"We'll leave." August says and he lifts the key up out of his pocket. "If you direct us the easiest way to get to room 205."

She smiles and nods, and then August and I are led hand in hand up to our room, she takes us directly, asking us a few questions about our romance and my ears aren't even listening, August is talking. I am just in tune to his voice, the velvetiness of it, the smooth deep tones.

"Here we are, if you need anything there's a phone in the room."

"Thanks." August says, using the key card and he drags me in.

"You're very quiet." He says softly.

"I thought you wanted to leave, not find a room." I breathe.

"Well I just wanted to go somewhere just us."

"Oh-" We walk through a tiny little hall way and then suddenly we both pause.

Well shit, Michael and Ferity are rich rich.

This room was utterly ridiculous.

I just let out a breath and August laughs, pushing my feet to walk and we end up me sat on the edge of the bed, him standing between my legs, looking down at me.

I smile a little drunkenly.

"I like you a lot." I whisper.

I felt like that was ok to say.

He smiles, highly amused and he swipes his thumbs across my cheeks, cupping my face.

He doesn't say anything.

"Like moon and back sort of affection Leo."

August chuckles. "You are drunk."

"I am a little star struck."

"Em." He says, shaking his head and I lean back, looking up at him more and then my eyes drift around us.

I gasp. "The bed has curtains." I say.

August sniggers at me and nods, reaching up and undoing the curtains attached to the four-post bed. They all fall like magic, creating this little secret barrier and I love it.

I smile so widely.

"I am hungry." I whisper.

"Emersyn we ate like-"

"I know." I laugh. "But I am just saying, I am a little peckish."

"Like actually in want of food, or are you flirting?"

I laugh, pushing myself back on the bed and crossing my legs, my tight dress rising because of the resistance, but it's just Leo, it doesn't matter.

I smile at him, he's stood at the end of the bed still, just where the two sides of curtains would meet but he's blocking them.

This feels like a fort.

A very posh pillow fort.

"Is there any way we could get something to eat? Like is there a mini bar or like fries. I could go for fries."

August looks so amused.

"You want fries? Right now?"

I nod. Enthusiastically.

"I am trying not to restrict eating when I feel hungry." I say softly.

He nods. "Then fries we will get."

He takes a step back, disappearing into the room and I just close my eyes a little. Wine drunk is such a nice feeling, like when you're just tipsy and happy and warm.

"You want anything other than fries?"

God.

"Just you." I call out.

I hear a low laugh, it makes my stomach warm and I run my fingers through my hair, getting up and kneeling in the bed, sitting on my ankles and waiting for him to come back.

He talks into the phone, asking for fries to be brought up and he tells them just to come straight in and leave them in the room.

Then he comes back and he stands back by the edge of the bed, beckoning me to come down to him.

I smile.

But his eyes are hot and I don't catch the memo before he kisses me. Then I catch it very quickly.

I pull back, kneeling on the bed higher so that I August doesn't have to lean down too much.

Shit.

I kiss him, without even having to think about it. I think that's what I like most about how intimate we are, it's just like this is okay, normal. The way we feel, the heat, the burning. It's like I am so utterly allowed to feel this way, it's not even frightening.

August reacts to my kiss quickly, pulling me into him and kissing me back with such force it actually makes me dizzier. We adjust ourselves, somehow. August sat down, me straddling and I wrap my whole self so tightly around him that I don't really know where I end, and he begins.

We're both getting breathless, but we don't stop. There's something frantic about the way we're kissing, something so desperate about it.

His kiss was devouring me, and I loved it.

August's hands were not shy, not at all and at first, they began gripping my face, but now, a few minutes in his hand is tangled in my hair, his other one gripping my ass so firmly that I am sure bruises as going to be left.

Shit man.

He pulls his lips away, and I- greedy- as always, kiss him, trying to coax him into keeping his lips against mine but his harsh hand leaves my ass and he holds my chin away from his face.

I am unhappy with this situation.

I sigh annoyed.

"Attitude." He mutters and I smile a little.

"You make me moody." I say, leaning back a little to open my eyes and look directly into his.

He holds me carefully, so I was comfy on his lap and no risk of me falling off him and then to the floor.

His eyebrows raise at me, challenging me.

I glare.

"Are you not going to undress me?"

August eyes flare at my demanding tone.

His hands come suddenly to my ass and I swear to god, I am practically tossed over his shoulder, landing ineloquently on the bed, on my stomach and then before I can even process that, I am spun around, his hands on my thighs and my wide eyed shock makes him chuckle.

"You make me want to punish you Emersyn, but how can I punish a fucking virgin? It drives me insane."

Punish?

God.

"You know how." I whisper. "What's harsher than a first time, right?"

His eyes are so fucking dark it literally makes me squirm to look into them.

August climbs onto the bed, pulling the curtains closed behind him and he then as I sit up, trying to be ballsy, August grips me half way between the neck and the jaw and he tilts my head antrorse, my eyes locked with his steely gaze. The heat generated between us was a strange mixture between unbearable and enchanting and I tilted myself up, trying to kiss him and he stopped me, his hand wrapping around my throat harsher and I could feel the thunder and storms in his eyes; the shadows of darkness but I also could see the electricity.

I was so unapologetically turned on by this August I was practically panting.

"Kiss me." He demands.

"I can't." I whisper.

His hand drops and I lift up kissing him with so much fire, I could feel it burning between my skin, between his and as August ran a hand up my thigh, under my dress and he full on fucking ripped my underwear away from me, I wasn't sure whether the fire was being extinguished or reignited. It was both.

His hand meets my core immediately, he doesn't wait, his fingers just slide inside me and I gasp, my head tilting in shock and I lose his lips. He almost fucking growls at me.

Shit fuck.

He wanted my lips on his.

"August." I gasp as he harshly rubs my bundle of nerves in circles, pumping his digits in and out of me and then I gasp even louder when I hear a very timid voice call out.

"Room service."

August smirks at me, his hand rising to my mouth to cover my cries and on the curtained bed we are protected from eyes but I mean, come on, whoever it was must have known.

August continues, harshly, and it was less than thirty seconds but I was writhing, trying to hang on but he was doing this so intensely that I was arched against him, still in my freaking dress, my head back against the bed and he just watched, working fucking magic.

"Oh fuck." I cried against his palm and he tilted his palm and I bit down on his hand, pleasure so immense spreading along my legs, up my back, to my neck and then my throat and I cry out, thrusting up with his fingers as they continues to pump into me as I contracted around them.

I was out of breath, I let go, surprised at myself, at him, at how I just fucking bit him and he is heavy breathing looking down at me.

"No Emersyn, I am not going to undress you."

I squirm, brushing hair out of my face and August hand slides out from between my thighs and he brings it up to my lips.

I look at him wide eyed.

"Taste yourself."

Cue a brighter red, I was already bright fucking pink.

The door closes and my eye just stare shocked into his. I can't believe he didn't stop.

My lips part and my eyes lower when he makes me taste myself, to suck on his fingers.

"Emmy?" He says softly, as if he hadn't just pounded his fingers into me and made me bite onto his hand to muffle the scream trying to escape my throat. "You want some fries?" He says.

I just nod.

I didn't know what else to do.

He chuckles, sliding off the bed and I try and compose myself.

Well actually I just pull my dress off my head and toss it down the end of the bed and when August comes back he pauses slightly, his eyes fiery but a low laugh leaves his lips.

"Fair enough." He breaths, sitting in the edge of the bed and his eyes feast my naked body whilst I admittedly just stare at the fries in his hands.

I move closer, nicking a chip and I smile when it hits the spot perfectly. August holds the fries as I eat them, in one hand his offers me them and the other well, it trails across my body, his thumb brushing my nipple and my god he makes me feel beautiful with the pure fascination he wears on his face.

"Stop." I whisper. "I am trying to eat."

August hands me the bowl of fries and I take them and then in amusement I watch as he gets to his knees by the side of the bed.

"What are you up to?" I whisper.

"I just wanna see if you're still wet."

My eyebrows raise.

"You know I am."

"I wanna taste."

Fuck me, damn.

"August. I am eating."

"I didn't say you had to stop."

"I-"

August pulls my thighs towards him and he grabs my hips, pulling me towards the edge of the bed and in sort of amusement I lay down, staring up in utter disbelief at the ceiling. I am still eating my fries.

They season them, like they're so salty and crunchie and- I feel August's hot breath down below and my legs are sort of thrown over his shoulders, he drags his tongue slowly along me and I fucking moan.

The chips are so good okay.

I feel his hot breath, breathe a curse and I wiggle down more, opening myself up to him and I wasn't embarrassed, he did the same last night. But shit.

He's in a very fucking giving mood.

I eat a fry, smiling at how the fuck this is my life and then well August gets to fucking work.

The fries get forgotten; I am sure you're not surprised.

August had buried his face between my legs, his hot, soft lips slowly sucking on me had my head thrown back, moaning for him and he had such a tight grip on my hips that it made me fucking grate up against him, I had no control over my body.

It was his.

He moved his lips along me, his tongue getting to work and the fact he was bringing me so much pleasure sent jolts of electricity through me, my veins tingling as he played and claimed my nerves as his own. I was being loud, louder than I had before, we had no reason not to be I suppose, it was like whatever he was doing was to purposely draw these moans from my lips, these cries.