The motel door creaked open, and Eddie clicked on the light. And orange bulb flickered overhead and came on.

"This is…cozy."

There was a stale smell in the room, not human, just dust and damp. Cobwebs hung in the corners and there was a dark stain in the carpet at the foot of the bed. She tugged the drapes closed on a wobbly rail.

"I'm just going to use the restroom."

"Cool."

Rosie tried not to look to hard at the toilet bowl, or the showerhead, or anything else. She just did her business and turned the faucet on to wash her hands, thankful for the fresh bar of white soap on the counter. A movement caught her attention, and she looked down into the sink to see a fat cockroach sliding down the side. She screamed.

To his credit, Eddie came bursting through the door, rushing over to where she pointed. Rosie was backed right up to the wall, ready to get out. He leaned carefully over the sink and paused.

"It's just a bug."

"Don't!" Rosie yelled as he reached for it, bumping into the doorframe in her haste to escape. He had the thing cupped in his hands now, and she bolted to the far side of the bed when he emerged.

"I'm putting it out!"

Eddie walked past her to the door, but she hardly saw him. Her vision was starting to blur again. The curtains brushed her arm and she darted aside, eyes now searching the room for more intruders. Every nook and cranny, every fold in the bedsheets, seemed to harbour more. She wobbled, wheezing and shuddering.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He appeared in front of her, visibly concerned. "It's gone, ok. Come sit."

"N-no!" She shook him off, now fixed on the bed.

"Just breathe, Babe. Look." Eddie slowly pulled the comforter back, then the sheet. "See? None here."

Rosie was not convinced. He proceeded to look into the pillow cases, down the back of the bed, under the mattress. A whole sweep of the room, then he returned to her. Rubbed her arms soothingly.

"You're so cute. Don't like bugs, huh?"

"Bugs are fine. J-just not…not those."

"Got it." Soft kisses, more rubbing. She was starting to come down. Eddie held her at arm's length to study her face. "Better?"

"A little."

"I promise, once I make it: it'll be all steak dinners and - and rooms at the fucking Ritz, ok? For now we just gotta make due with TV dinners and roach motels."

"Right."

Eddie fixed her hair carefully. "If you want, we can go back to the bar?"

"No!" Rosie exclaimed, snapping out of her trance. "No. I want to stay."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I want you."

His tongue ran along his lips. "When you say want me…?"

Rosie pulled him toward her, crashing together. Eddie gave a short grunt of surprise, quickly wrapping his arms around her. Her fear had given way to another very real need. She clutched at him, groping, groaning. He stumbled back, dragging her with him, and sat on the bed, drawing her into his lap.

Gladly straddling him, Rosie purred the more his hands roamed. Up her skirt, down her front. He slipped his tongue abruptly into her mouth and she sucked on it as before, enjoying the muffled moan it elicited. Eddie didn't even break contact when he reached around her to untie her boots, tossing them carelessly against the wall. His own quickly followed.

"Off." She demanded, tugging at his t-shirt. They both sniggered when he got stuck, only to fly back together as soon as he was free. Under her fingers, his chest and back were warm, flesh soft and slightly puckered from the chill. She loved the feel of his muscles moving while he touched her, the lines of his ribs drawing tight with his breathing. He was ticklish, and shivered if she traced the line of his spine.

"Off." Eddie echoed. He was much more considerate in guiding her dress over her head, and eagerly buried his face in her tits. Rosie unclasped her bra for him, hand moving to the back of his head. Her breath hitched as he played with them, especially as he sucked and licked, first one, then the other, until it almost hurt. He pinched her ass and scooted back, Rosie following obediently, stretching out on top of him while he laid down. She pressed him once again to her chest, moaning at the hand that crept into her underwear, the finger that cautiously circled the entrance to her sex.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Ooh."

"You're soaked."

Words were hard, so Rosie just kissed him, hips twitching against the movement of his fingers. She was so worked up, whining and grunting into his mouth. She needed more.

"Sit on my face."

Rosie turned to him. That impish little grin. "Excuse me."

"My face. Sit on it."

"Y-you…uh?"

"Come on." Eddie maneuvered himself up onto the pillows, helping with her panties and guiding her thighs up to either side of his head. "Use the wall, if you need to."

Rosie most definitely did need to. Hands planted firmly on the wallpaper, Eddie tilted his chin up and proceeded to lap at her. Calmly, like he hadn't a care in the world. Rosie, on the other hand, could hardly form coherent thoughts, just swayed and rocked, urging him to hit the spots that she needed. He hummed happily the more she gasped, and she bit her own arm to stop from crying out.

"You like that, Sweetheart?"

She halted, scooched down and sitting on his chest. "Sweetheart?"

"No?"

"I like it."

"Sweetheart. Do you wanna lie down for me?"

It was her turn to rest against the pillows. Eddie knelt back a few moments, hands tracing the curves of her body, eyes eating her up. He leaned forward to kiss her, and Rosie tasted herself briefly. There was a deliberate distance between them now, and Eddie looked down when her hands reached for his belt.

"You ok?"

"You're ready?"

He's nervous. Rosie smiled sweetly, stroking his hair. "Ready."

Together, they fumbled with the belt. Eddie unbuttoned and Rosie pushed a hand down his pants, wrapping around his member. A slight tut, he steadied her.

"Careful."

He had come prepared, and tossed some loose condoms onto the locker. One he unwrapped and pushed down his length. Impatient, Rosie reached to steer him on top of her.

"Come here."

Eddie nodded, struggling slightly. She helped, both of them gasping when he pushed into her. His mouth covered hers.

"You ok?"

"Ok. Eddie?"

"Hm?"

"Relax."

Rosie caressed him, letting him ease into his motion. The fear soon melted from his face, and he let out a low rumble, picking up rhythm. She moaned, clumsily kissing him, exclaiming softly when he punctuated with sharp thrusts.

"Shit. Did I bite you?"

"It didn't hurt."

She touched where her teeth had caught his lip. Eddie sucked her fingers in response, then ducked his head to bite at her neck.

"Ah!" Rosie's hand knotted in his hair, encouraging. Eddie snarled and picked up the pace. She pressed her mouth into his shoulder to stop making to much noise, feeling the pressure in her core mounting. His hand wriggled between them, fingers rubbing her clit.

Eddie's lips brushed her ear. "Does it feel good?"

Did he really think she could speak? Rosie nodded.

"Tell me."

"Yes."

"Tell me." He demanded sternly. Eyes boring into her.

"Feels good."

"You like it?"

"I like it."

"I want you to cum, Princess."

So did she. Rosie raised her legs either side of him. Eddie read her cue and hooked his elbows around them. She was panting obscenely now.

"Good?" She managed.

He grinned. "Sooo good, Baby. You feel so good."

"Please." Rosie wasn't sure what she was asking for, but her whole body arched with the plea. She braced her arms against the headboard. This angle was just right.

"You gonna cum for me?"

"Yes."

"That's it. That's it. There's a good girl."

Eddie's praise rang in her ears. Rosie didn't care about the neighbors anymore, only about the heat rolling through her. Her whole body went with it, legs trembling and clamping on either side of his hips. She saw his eyes go wide as he struggled to hold her down. He was about to follow her over the edge.

"Holy shit! I can't…I can't…" His fists slammed down on the mattress and he rode out the last few waves of his own ecstasy. "Oh my god, Baby. So good. You're so hot."

They stayed like that, melded together. Quietly sweating and trying to catch their breath. He released her legs gently and rolled down beside her.

"Holy shit." Eddie giggled.

Rosie turned to snuggle into him. "Why didn't we do that sooner?"

"Good fucking question."

All fears forgotten, she reached down and pulled the covers up over them. Eddie wrapped whined at the loss of contact, positioning her firmly across his chest. He tried to stay awake, to his credit, caressing her hair and arms, but quickly lost the battle. Rosie was not far behind.