6:58, the taxi's humming as you lean against it, hearing the clicks of her shoes as she's quickly walking down the sidewalk.
"Ma'am," You greet her, pulling open the door as she scoots in. She giggles and talks about how exciting this is.
The taxi drops you off at the hotel, and you step inside, going up to the second floor, where your room is, and she stops in the hallway.
She's giving you that wild eyed look of hers, as a broad smirk covers her lips.
"Let's go." She says, running down the hall with a skip, and you chuckle and chase after her. She spins around and sees you, gives a little jump and runs faster, until you've tackled her at the end of the hallway, pinning her down, sitting on her hips, kissing her, until she pushes you off and flees to the balcony, where she waits.
There's a slight chill, but you can't help but start laughing at the way she's posed against the railing. Her face is flushed from running, but you hoist her up on your hips and kiss her until she's panting for breath. You have to admit, you haven't felt this good for a while.
A long time, actually.
You feel alive.
Free.
Like you can do anything.
She sense that in you and begins kissing all over your face, nibbling on your ear and mumbling something.
"Let's get outta here," She slurs, and she wiggles out of your grip, making her way quickly back down the hall.
The city's new and exciting and bright, and you're still chasing her down the street, until she comes to a hault in front of a liquor store. Her eyebrows raise and you can see her fingers twitching anxiously at her side.
She enters the place, browing around for some Scotch, and she nods for you to go talk to the man at the counter.
You make small talk as you watch Roxy from the corner of your eye, and you can see she has some bottles under her jacket, and you say your goodbye's to the guy, rushing back outside to see Roxy hissing at you from down the block. She's nudging towards an alleyway, where you both can get wasted, which you do.
"The stars are so… Bright." She says with a drunken giggle.
"Not as pretty as you," You hiccup, and you two glance at each other.
It's not that fast until she's pressed between you and the wall, your hands crawling around under her shirt, her hands grabbing on your ass, moaning into your kisses. You can feel people passing by on the street, but no one notices.
The thought of getting caught makes you more excited, and she moans a little louder to fill your secret fantasy.
"Hey!" Someone calls, and you both turn with a shock. You step back and Roxy flips the bird, running - tripping - down the alley and you follow, the person calling you both perverts and to get a room, but you're too busy listening to her whoops and cries of freedom.
You reach the back of the hotel, where she's climbing the steps, but she trips, scraping her knee as she cringes. You go up and sit next to her, planting a kiss on her knee.
"We robbed a liqour store and got caught making out," She laughs. "And I cut up my knee like a pussy."
"Speaking of pussies," Her face is flushed as she laughs, and you climb over her, kissing and touching, until you take her hand, help her up, pull the door back to the second floor, where an older couple is stepping into their hotel room just a little while's way down the hall, the man giving you a partially dirty look, but Roxy's fiddling with the key to the hotel as you stand behind her, arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
"Hey," You say, swaying with her as she opens the door.
"Hm?" She turns, so you're holding her, and you press deep into her kiss, until she stumbles into the room.
"Oh, GOD!" She cries as you hold her close, feeling the heat and sweat from your bodies as you pant heavily into your movements, sucking on her nipples with a force.
"R-R—" You stutter out her name, but you're cut off by her scream of joy, and you feel her tighten her hands on your shoulders, begging you to push in deeper; To finish it off.
Which you do, and her face is red as she tries to catch her breath.
You don't bother with anything, just peel off the condom and lie on your back, arms open. She curls onto your side, head on your chest. With a grunt you turn over, spooning over her, and you get a look at her eyes.
They're tired; Worn out, but still so beautiful, as you kiss her cheek.
The words fall right out of your mouth.
"I—" Pant. "Lo—" Pant. "I love you, Dirk." She says, her hand grazing your cheek.
"I love you, too, Roxy." You kiss, and it's not until she's wrapped up in your arms do you realize what you've just done.
You've fallen in love with a girl that you don't actually love.