Hannah fumbled in her bag for the key for her room. She felt around her camera, phone and the playbill she'd been given, and felt her hand slide across a cold flat piece of metal. She yanked it out of her bag, and pushed it hurriedly into the door. After a hard push the door swung open and Hannah grabbed various objects from around the room. A jumper from the far corner of the room, her make-up from the bed-side drawer and shoved them into her suitcase, which was close to bursting at the brim. She took one last check of the bathroom, checked under the bed, and after making sure there was nothing left, walked out of the door, leaving it slam behind her. Hannah placed the key back into the lock, and took her purse out of the bag that was dangling awkwardly from her right shoulder. She picked up the suitcase and began walking down the stairs toward reception.
Hannah handed $80 to the woman behind the till, explaining that she wouldn't be returning. The woman smiled at her, wishing her a safe journey and took the money and placed it behind the till. Hannah placed the key on the counter, and pushed on the door. As she stepped out into fresh air, she looked at the watch on her arm. 12:01. Funny how much could happen within 24 hours, she smiled to herself. As Hannah glanced down to the bottom of the stairs, toward the taxi she saw Chuck waiting for her, leaning against it. As soon as he saw her emerging from the building he sprinted up the stairs, taking the suitcase from her with a sweet peck on the cheek. Hannah followed Chuck down the stairs, and as he placed the suitcase into the boot of the taxi Hannah saw his arms tense to twice their normal size. She couldn't help but compare them to Darren's, they were a lot bigger than his.
Chuck caught Hannah staring at his arms and closed the boot slowly walking toward her, he traced his fingers up Hannah's arms from the tips of her fingers to her neck and kissed her slowly and sweetly. He pulled away quickly though, with a teasing grin on his face, gesturing for Hannah to get in first. Hannah slid into the car followed by Chuck, who closed the door firmly, and gestured for the driver to leave. Hannah nuzzled her head into the dent in Chuck's shoulder, and Chuck leant his head against Hannah's.
20 minutes later, the taxi pulled up outside a block of flats. Chuck tapped Hannah's arm waking her up from her short nap. Chuck got Hannah's suitcase from the boot again, and Hannah handed the money that Chuck had lent her to the driver. He thanked her with a wink and drove away. As Hannah turned to look at the building she saw that it was at least 10 storey's high. 'This place better have an elevator' Hannah giggled, and Chuck took her hand leading up the stairs toward the entrance.
'I thought you were more of a stairs kind of girl' Chuck squeezed her hand as he pushed the door open.
'I am, but not at 12:20 in the morning' Hannah replied. Chuck led her towards the elevator. Hannah pressed the small green button and called the shaft to the bottom floor.
As soon as the bell sounded to signal that it had arrived, Chuck led Hannah into it. Chuck set the suitcase aside against the wall of the elevator, and wrapped his hands around Hannah's waist.
'Alone at last' He whispered seductively into Hannah's ear. He kissed her ears softly, and Hannah felt her face redden. She wrapped her hands around his neck and nuzzled against it.
Just as the door was about to close a business man stepped in, he was about 6"2 and wreaked of cigarettes and coffee. Hannah and Chuck sprang apart quickly, although Chuck little finger stayed wrapped around Hannah's. 'We don't have to stop just because he's here you know' Chuck sniggered into Hannah's ear. Hannah turned and burst out laughing before giving him a small slap on his leg.
Hannah felt Chuck's hand rubbing against her bare leg, and it took her all that she had not to melt into a puddle on the floor, and jump into his arms. Thankfully the eight floors to Chuck's apartment went quickly, and before she knew it, Chuck was leading her out into the corridor by her hand, and just as the door of the elevator closed he turned and waved to the man inside it. He pretended he hadn't seen them and carried on reading the poster that was hanging on the wall.
Chuck lifted a small plant pot that hung next to the door of the apartment, and took out a small silver key. 'The spare key' He added as he passed it to Hannah. 'Care to do the honours?' Hannah took the key and pushed it into the small silver lock that was located in the blue door that stood to their left. It unlocked easily and Hannah pushed it open and Chuck gestured for her to walk in. Chuck followed her and set the suitcase inside the door next to the pile of letters that lay unopened on the small desk that was located by the door.
It was very simple. Not much clutter (apart from the letters) and not very much furniture. Although it did have a lot of posters on the wall. Mostly of Muse and Bob Dylan surprisingly. Hannah thought Chuck was more of the 'Mumford and sons' type. Hannah turned back around and saw Chuck leaning against the blue door, his eyes glistening hazel, his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
'Well...?' He asked taking a few small strides toward her. Hannah could feel herself melting into the smooth laminate flooring under her feet.
'It's quaint...' Hannah winked, walking toward Chuck. 'I mean, it's not as big as my hotel room.' Hannah grabbed onto the collar of Chuck's shirt, and he bent down to kiss he again. 'Wait' Hannah pulled away 'Shouldn't we lock the door first?' Hannah started toward the door.
'Nah. No-one will be home for hours' Chuck pulled Hannah back toward him. 'Now, where were we?' Chuck slid his hands around Hannah's waist, and pulled her as close as he could without her not being able to breathe. Hannah slid her hands up Chuck's chest pausing over his stomach feeling his muscles tense under her finger, as soon as she reached his neck, she slid her hands through his hair pulling his head down closer to hers. She could feel Chuck's hands creeping up her arms and it gave her shivers all over her body. There were hands everywhere, they couldn't tell what was where any more. Hannah, deciding that they'd postponed it long enough hoisted herself around Chuck's body, wrapping her legs around his waist and tightening her grip around his neck. Chuck shuffled toward the wall, and pressed Hannah against it, his hands fumbling up underneath her dress, teasing his finger along the under side of her knee. Hannah loosened Chuck's shirt, and pulled it from him. Chuck all but ripped the dress off Hannah, and lowered her onto the table, knocking the unread letters all across the floor.
Darren stood at the bottom of the building, waiting for the elevator to reach the bottom floor. He checked his watch again. 12:45. He'd planned on staying later, but he had two shows to complete today, and if he wanted to impress the critics that were going to be there, he needed to have a good nights sleep.
The elevator pinged, and the doors slid open. Darren stepped inside, tapping the button for the eighth floor. The doors shut immediately behind him and he felt the lift lurch upwards. Within a minute the lift came to a sudden stop, and the doors to the corridor opened again.
Darren stepped out loosening his tie. He reached under the plant pot for the spare key, and realising it wasn't there, took the bag off his bag and reached inside it for the key. He pulled it out of the front pocket, but as he pushed it inside the door her realised it was already open, he pushed it open, and saw the letters spread across the floor. He looked over to the table on which they were originally placed and saw the thing he'd been dreading for hours. Chuck on top of Hannah, both completely naked.