At this point, Jemma couldn't wait until the little blue car pulled into valet parking and they could finally be out of this dreaded car and into the hotel room. Since their little 'stop over' nearly a half hour before, she had been left panting, excited and anxious to do to him whatever she pleased. She had never felt the urge more to rip someone's clothes off, yet tease him and take her time.

Randy did that to her, and so much more.

"You're awfully quiet over there." Randy said, his voice breaking the silence between them.

"With good reason." she replied, giving him a sideways glance and smirking inwardly.

"What's that look for?" he asked intently, wondering what could possibly be going through her head after his little torment of her just moments before.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Mr. Orton? In due time." she replied evenly, before glancing out of her window, the big lights of the hotel coming into view finally.

Randy snickered to himself, as he peeled the car into the hotel entrance and exiting the car. He gave the valet man a tip before retrieving his and her bags from the trunk and waiting for her to join him. As she fell by his side, he kissed her cheek gently, catching her off guard slightly. It gave her pause, as she looked at him sweetly, her hand raising to his cheek and stroked it with her thumb.

"The things you do to me, Orton." she said, smiling sweetly.

"It's all in my master plan, Jem. C'mon babes." he smiled at her before taking the lead and entering the hotel.

She allowed him to get checked in, her emotions getting the best of her once again. The waiting was something that was getting to her. She had never been a patient person, and tonight was prime example of just that. Her emotions had clearly been all over the place all because of one man.

The man who now grabbed her hand and smiled at her once more before leading the way to the elevators. She had never really looked at Randy in any sort of way, especially to say they would one day become involved with each other. It was so far-fetched in her mind and something she certainly had never planned on. This was yet another example of how sometimes she would fly by the seat of her pants and let things just happen.

If only her heart hadn't become involved, too.

That part scared her the most. She had always guarded her heart. Sometimes to a fault, even. Sometimes with her own family and where men were involved, especially from her father.

But tonight, she decided to push all of that aside and let the excitement and mystery of tonight take over. She wasn't going to think about anything, but instead take Randy's words of advice and take his lead.

The sound of the doors coming back to life woke her from her trance as she simply followed Randy down the hallway, their cart of luggage being hauled directly behind him. She had her bag in her view and knew as soon as the room was accessed, she had to get the rest room immediately.

"I have to go to the bathroom." she realized she was saying out loud, instantly causing the redness to stain her cheeks.

"Well, princess it's all yours." Randy snickered, as he opened the door.

She grabbed her bag in a fit of embarrassment and found her way to the bathroom. She needed a moment to herself after that display of embarrassment. She sighed and took a breath inward before turning her attention to her bag. She had packed a few pair of lingerie in case she might need them, and now she knew her gut instinct had been correct.

As she made her way out of the bathroom, Randy was already lying in bed, his arms stretched above his head, his eyes closed and his shirt unbuttoned, his abs exposed. She bit her bottom lip before stepping towards the chair and retrieving the blue, silk tie he had taken off.

As she made her way towards the bed, Randy's eye opened, his face coming to life once more. He gave her a confused look, as she dropped the terrycloth robe, revealing the pink bra and panties she had picked to wear for the night. Or be stripped from her at some point.

"Now, it's my turn, Mr. Orton." she whispered, her legs coming to rest on either side of his body as she leaned forward and wrapped his hands around the fabric of his tie, tying them to the bed.

"What are you..." he asked, looking up, his words trailing off.

"Like I said..." she said, biting her lip once more, as her fingers fumbled at his zipper, releasing him from his pants and throwing them onto the floor.

"...it's my turn."

"I'm not going to argue." he smirked.

She simply took his words in, allowing her lips to take action as she eased her way to the flesh of neck and nipped him. He sucked in his breath, groaning slightly as her lips continued to tease his exposed flesh before she came to rest at his manhood.

She took him into her mouth and within seconds, Randy was writhing under her touch and the felling of her lips against him. This was new from her and it was something he was liking, especially her taking charge. And her mouth being where it was now.

She continued her attach as Randy swarmed slightly, wanting to touch her, wanting his mouth to be on her, wanting so bad for him to be giving her pleasure, too.

"Please..." he found himself begging.

"Please what?" she said, raising her head slightly

"I want you, baby. So bad." he pleaded.

"I know, babes." she said, smirking at him, her tongue tracing the length of his body before it finally found his lips.

Her body rested atop his, the heat almost teasing him alone. He could smell her sweetness and the urge of touching her was sending him into another universe. He kissed her with as much force as he could muster, his tongue claiming hers.

She straddled him again, this time her fingers playing at the hooks on the front of her bra. In a second, her skin was exposed, the garment finding its way to the floor with his pants. His eyes grew large for a moment before meeting hers, licking his lips as he did so. He narrowed his eyes at her as he rocked his hips slowly against her core.

"Not yet." she urged, before standing and releasing her panties and tossing them to the floor, too.

Her legs came around him once more, this time she allowed him entrance, her own hips rocking against him, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last, and frankly he didn't care.

"Now." she whispered to him, her hips picking up speed, his hips meeting her rhythm.

This time he didn't care if his hands were tied and he couldn't touch her. He was allowing her to take control and give him pleasure, something that was completely foreign to him, letting a girl take the reins, but when it came to Jemma, he didn't mind.

"Randy..." she moaned, rocking her hips harder and faster against him.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt a tug against the bed and his hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. The mere feeling of his hands on her skin sent her over the edge, as she screamed his name allowing the moment to wash over her.

He hit his stride then, meeting her orgasm almost immediately afterwards. He felt her body crash against his, a feeling he never wanted to end. He rolled her over gently, as he leaned atop her and kissed her lips gently.

He had never kissed her like that before. She felt the raw emotion he was giving off, something she had never felt from him before, either. As he pulled back from her gently, instead of his normal smirk, a sweet smile was on his lips now.

"You okay, babes?" she asked, stroking his cheek gently.

"I am absolutely perfect and exactly where I need to be. You wanted to know my true feelings? I think I'm falling in love with you." he replied and before she could utter a response, his lips were crashing onto hers once more.