There were no clocks in the large, darkened room. She lay on the expansive bed, on her back, with her feet flat on the floor for a long time — or at least it seemed that way. The light creeping in through the heavy curtains was changing, becoming longer on the carpet beneath her sneakers. It could've been hours that she was like that. She might've fallen asleep at some point, she was unsure, as she stayed very still and quiet, just breathing in the cool air. This was the only sound, besides a very low hum from a vent somewhere on the wall above her head.

Eventually she rose, hunched a bit from a sharp stiffness in her lower back and between her shoulders. After finding a small fridge in the lengthening shadows along the wall, she drained several cold water bottles from within. There was a long moment where she simply stared at the smooth colorful glass of several bottles of very expensive alcohol tucked in there, pondering whether she wanted to open one and just drink the entire thing.

The bathroom light was brighter than she expected, and she squinted at the breadth of the silky grey marble of the tub and multi-headed shower therein. She was turning around to go back to the fridge when the door opened. Alejandro slipped inside. He wasn't wearing the jacket anymore and the gun holster was absent from his shoulders. They regarded each other for a long period of time silently.

Then Kate finally removed her feet from her dusty, sweat-soaked sneakers and walked from the bathroom to the bed. The tips of her fingers were tingling as she smoothed them over the light yet rich cover heaped onto the mattress.

"Is this where you want me?" she looked back over her shoulder at him.

There was a long pause of breath.

"Yes," he remained still near the closed door but she could see his entire form tightening.

"How do you want me?" the mattress was silent and firm beneath her as she kneeled, turning in his direction now. "Do you want me on my knees?"

He watched her actions curiously. It was quiet outside and also within the large room. All she could hear was her own clipped breath, rushing in and out of her throat into the space between them. She drew her shirt off slowly, hair falling about her shoulders as the grimy fabric slipped over her head.

"Do you want me to ask for it?"

"Yes."

"Beg for it?"

"Yes."

Moving quickly, he strode to the bed and then was still again, standing before her there on the mattress in fraying pants and a sweaty bra. His breath betrayed his desire along with the growing erection she could make out through the front of his pants. She reached for his belt.

"Do you want me pleading and crying for it?"

He nodded and let her pull him by the belt close until he was leaning against the edge of the mattress, his entire form tilting in her direction. She rose on her knees and brought her face inches from his. He did not move when she touched his neck, then his cheek, then his lips with her fingers, tracing delicate lines over his flesh. His stare dodged back and forth from her lips to her eyes.

"I'm not going to do that," she growled, dropping her hands suddenly and sitting back. "I'll never do that."

Something like anger mixed with lust flashed across his stare for just a second before he was moving again, his grip latching onto her shoulders and pushing her backwards onto the mattress. She crumpled beneath him as he straddled her, not resisting but not responding either. His hand slipped to her neck, coming up under her chin so that she could not turn away as he pressed himself into her form. They locked eyes, both breathing heavily now.

"You want this too," he hissed, rocking his hips downwards into hers. "It's all over you…I can smell it."

He had to feel it too as her entire body was heated, along with the growing wetness between her thighs. His other hand smoothed over her breast, fingers slipping under the edge of her bra and squeezing firmly. She couldn't help the subsequent arching of her back, and her lips opened to release a quiet, sharp sigh. His grip on her neck tightened as she tried to meet his mouth with her own. He weighed her deep into the mattress with his larger form.

"What are you going to do now?" her words hung in the air between them.

She slipped her legs around him, pressing her thighs into his lower body. When she tried to take hold of his neck, he gripped her by either wrist tightly, pinning her arms to the bed. He held his face close, eyes taking her in.

"Yes," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you."