They broke apart from the kiss as the camera turned back to the reporter, neither of them realizing that they had been caught on camera. She smiled up at him, and his fingers trailed over her cheek. He could see more reporters coming up to him. "I've got a little more work to do tonight, love." He motioned to them with a tilt of his head.

She turned to look, and realized what he meant, then looked back up at him."Okay, perfect. Gives me time to put on your present."

She gave him a wink as he growled and captured her lips once more. "I will be there as quickly as possible, my love." She nodded at him and then walked back to the RV, taking her time, leaving him to answer all the reporters.

She got inside, turned down the lights, started some soft music, found the scrap of cloth in her luggage, and went into the bathroom to change. She took the time to undo her braid and brush out her hair. Then checked out her reflection in the mirror.

"Emma, love?" His voice rang out through the coach.

She grinned, looking at the clock—he really had hurried through the interviews. "In the bathroom; I'll be out in a minute. How about you lay down and relax."

He smiled as he walked through the dim kitchen back to the bedroom, the sensual music only adding to the pounding of his blood in his veins, traveling further south the closer he got to her. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his suit, peeling it off him, quickly followed by everything but his black boxers.

He settled himself into the middle of the bed. "All ready, Emma. Please come out here; it's torture not to see you."

The door slid open and his mouth gaped open. She was always beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy. But the way the see-through black lace hung to her curves and the red delicate trim accented her waist, her luscious breasts, and the tiny triangle of what could hardly be called underwear had his mouth dry, his body somehow even more at attention, and his entire being begging to take and make her his.

She watched his eyes wash over her, which made her nipples harden and her core clench at the lust and possessiveness in his eyes. "I guess you like it." She bit her lip as her eyes settled on the large bulge in his boxers.

He was on his knees in an instant and his arms grabbed her pulling her to him, and soon she found herself on her back, his mouth demanding, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth claiming every recess. She moaned into it, as he settled in the cradle of her legs, his hard length grinding against the lace of her panties, making sparks of pleasure shoot through her. His hands moved between them, grasping and palming her breast, fingers tweaking her nipples though the fabric, harder than usual but her back arched into it, needing, wanting, moaning her pleasure into his mouth.

He knew he needed to pull back and change course or this was going to end much too soon for his liking. His adrenaline and testosterone were still pumping from the race, and combined with the vision of his love, this siren under him, the need to just take her in this moment was too great.

He pulled away from the kiss for a moment, trying to take a breath to clear his head, he looked into her jade green, lust-filled eyes. Her fingertips trying to press him closer and her legs moved around his waist. "Emma…"

She could see the lust in his eyes; she felt it, too, and she needed him as much as he needed her. She ached to feel him inside of her. "Please…" She rutted her hips against him. "I need you...inside of me."

And that was all he needed. His mouth descended on hers again and he moved his hand between them to slide down her underwear, but one of her hands gripped his and brought it lower, pushing his fingers between her legs. He groaned into her mouth, and broke the kiss, when he felt the opening. His little minx was wearing crotchless panties, and they were dripping wet.

"God, Emma…" He pluged two fingers into her, making her head fling back a whimper escaping her mouth. His thumb pressed on the wet lace against her clit as his fingers fucked in and out of her in quick succession. "Is this what you wanted?" She moaned her response and shook her head. "No, not enough?" He presses a third finger into her, her hips moving with his hand to fuck herself on them, moving faster, her body building to the peak. "How about now?" He pressed his other hand into the mattress, allowing him to look down at his wanton love, his fingers plunging into her, her pleasure coating them. Her hips undulated against his hand; her body flushed; her hair spread across the pillow; and her mouth was open, moaning on a continuous loop of ecstasy.

She shook her head "no" again, her mouth barely able to form the words. "Need...you."

God, he loved when she was like this: her body so full of lust and ecstasy that she could barely speak. His fingers worked faster and his thumb moved harder, feeling her getting higher, closer, but not giving her exactly what she needed.

"Me, love?" He teased, trying to ignore the pressure in his own groin, begging for release. "What part of me do you need?"

In shocking speed her hands were between them, pushing down his boxers, and then wrapping around his length. "Fuck me!"

He pulled his fingers from her in an instant, making her whimper at the loss, and grasped himself with his wet fingers. He pumped himself once, coating his length. His other hand tilted her hips and he plunged inside of her in one thrust. The sensation was enough to throw her over the edge, her legs gripping tight and her walls convulsed around him. He didn't wait, his hips driving through her clenching walls into her hard and deep over and over. His jaw clenched, trying to will himself not to be dragged over with her. His muscles flexed as he moved faster, harder into her.

One hand came to her leg, pulling it over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper. Her head fell back, her moans grew louder, and her hands gripped his shoulders as he fucked her through her first orgasm, pushing her quickly towards another.

He was getting close—he could feel the pressure at the base of his spine, the tension about ready to snap. Her sounds, the pleasure on her features, the feeling of her hands on his back, and the tight, wet confines starting to grip at his hard length pistoning into her all made it much too difficult to hold on. "Fuck," he nipped at her neck, his nose pressing into her skin. Her walls started to flutter around him, making him groan, signifying how close she was. "Come for me." He lightly bit her earlobe, making her gasp. "Come around me, love…take me with you."

He felt her legs start to shake, and he moved her other leg over his shoulder as well, before diving into her, grinding his hips into her hard at each thrust. "Mine…" he growled into her ear, noticing her body starting to shake.

"Killian…" she barely let out in warning, before her body snapped, pleasure engulfing her, pulling him with her. Her body clenched and released him in quick, hard bursts; her body shaking with each one.

He barely got out her name as he was pushed over the edge, his hips pressed flush to hers, fully seated as he pulsed and released deep inside her. His body shuddered and a mixture of curses and endearments issued from his lips as their bodies rode out the pleasure together.

It took quite a few minutes before he could move, and he slowly pulled her legs from his shoulders, massaging the feeling back into them as he went. His mouth found hers in a slow and soft kiss. Her arms slowly came back to life, too, caressing his back. The frantic movements from before now diffused into tenderness.

His hand came up to caress her cheek. "Love you, Emma."

She smiled up at him. "Love you, too."

With that, he rolled them to their sides, regretfully slipping from her. She curled her leg over his hip and pressed her face to his chest. His hands stroked her back lightly over the lace. "You're keeping this, right?"

She laughed and pulled back to look in his eyes. "Oh yeah."

"So, I have a surprise."

She raised her eyebrows. "The picnic, rose, and strawberries—which I do want another one, since we didn't get back to them yesterday—were more than enough for Valentine's Day." Besides he had told her he loved her; that itself was huge.

He sat up and she followed, a smile growing on his face. "It's not for Valentine's Day. It's just because we are here, and we are so close. And I've been wanting to take you, and I've wanted to go."

She reached for his hand and squeezed it. "You're rambling. What is it?"

"I have a hotel for two nights for us near Disney World and Universal Studios..." Her eyes widened. "Which has the Harry Potter Theme Park." His thumb traced over the Alohomora bracelet that she still hadn't taken off since Christmas as he watched her smile bloom. She tackled him back on the bed in a hug and a huge kiss. He kissed her back, his hands running through her hair. Then he pulled back to look up at her. "So, you like the idea?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "I think that is a great idea." Then her brows furrowed. "How far away is it?"

"Just a little over an hour. If we leave a little early, we can spend all day at Universal and then head to the hotel and go to Disney the next day."

She leaned in and kissed him again, and then started laughing at hearing his stomach growling. "Hungry?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "For real food." She playfully hit his shoulder and sat up.

"I am. Stay here, I'll grab some food and bring it in here." He stood and slipped on his boxers. "Find a movie or something; I'll be right back."

She turned on the TV; the news came on as she grabbed her phone, noticing the text messages. She opened them, and her mouth fell open. The messages were from Mary Margaret and Tink telling her that they had watched the race and that they saw the kiss. "Oh my God." The realization of what they texted dawning on her.

Killian walked back in with two plates with sandwiches and chips, along with two cans of soda. "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him, with a confused face, trying to remember what kiss they could be talking about. "Mary Margaret and Tink watched the race…"

He sat down next to her, and handed her a plate. She took it and sat it next to her on the nightstand. "Is that so surprising?"

"No…they said they saw us together; they saw us kissing." With that she picked up the remote and looked through the DVR. He recorded the races and the commentary to look over later if needed. She started fast forwarding through the recording, looking for where they were possibly together.

He sat next to her, watching her carefully, not sure of what her reaction meant. She saw them standing next to each other for the invocation and the national anthem, but she didn't comment. Then she fast forwarded to the end. She watched the interview with Killian and then sat the remote down. Now confused as to what they saw, the reporter talking away on the screen.

"Emma? Are you okay?" When she just lightly nodded, he wasn't convinced. "You did realize you might show on TV right?" She nodded again, still not saying anything. He took her hand in his, and it caused her to move her eyes to his. "Love, are you okay?"

Before she could answer they both caught the change of the light on the TV and watched as the camera panned back to the two of them kissing. Emma gasped and Killian cringed, his hand tightening on hers. His worry of how she was going to take this grew as she was already seeming to freak out in front of him. He watched her look at the TV, her head tilting while watching it, as the camera turn away from them and back to the reporter with a smile on the reporter's face.

"Emma?" She reached over and stopped the DVR and turned to him still not saying anything. "Please say something." He reached and took her other hand as well.

"Holy shit." She finally got out. He gave her a strange look and she started laughing, the concern on his face growing made her stop. "You're famous."

Those words were not what he expected. "What?"

"I mean...I KNEW that...I logically knew that. But...not until right now did I really...GET it." She shook her head, trying to clear it. The look on his face told her he was still very worried about her. "I mean, I knew you were a racer. I knew you had money. I mean, I don't care about that. But I didn't really get, until just now, that you are truly famous." Her hands squeezed his back. "I haven't seen you that way. You're...well...Killian. My Killian."

He pulled her into his side, his arm wrapping around her. "I'm still your Killian. Always will be, if I can help it." He kissed the top of her head, and she nuzzled into his chest. "Are you truly okay?"

"We were kissing on national television."

He grinned. "I am aware. Does that bother you?"

She tilted her head up to look at him. "Why would it?" His eyebrow arched again, not understanding. She laughed. "I just made a claim on you on national television." Her hand came to the side of his face as she leaned in and kissed him.

He broke away in a laugh, his worry finally washing away. "You staked your claim awhile ago, love." He pulled her back down for another kiss, the food forgotten as she made sure he knew he was all hers.

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They were up early, but the childlike excitement they both felt had them wide awake, dressed, packed, and in the car and ready to go in no time. They made a quick stop at Starbucks and were back in the car heading towards Universal. They had both agreed to pretty much ignore the rest of the park and head straight to the Harry Potter part. Only after they saw all that was to see there would they look at anything else, if they had time. The trip barely took any time, and they were already pulling up to the park just a little after it had opened.

Emma had pointed to the parking garage but should have known better when Killian drove up to the valet. One of the valet men helped her out of the car, and soon Killian was over with her, putting the ticket into his wallet, and in turn pulling out the tickets for the park. He handed one to her along with an express pass. He smiled at her questionable look. "If we want to see everything and maybe more than once, we will need to skip lines where we can."

She nodded and shook her head as they strode to the gates. They got through security and scanned their tickets before getting inside and snagging a map. With a quick look, they they headed towards the back of the first park. Emma could feel the little girl in her bubbling with excitement. His fingers intertwined with hers, giving them a slight squeeze. She turned to him, seeing his eyes dancing, a large smile on his lips. She could almost see the young boy in him coming to the surface as well. Two kids who grew up never being able to experience something like this were going to today.

The weather was in the high sixties, and was to get to the mid-seventies today. They were both dressed in t-shirts, covered in a long-sleeved button down, and jeans. They both agreed that due to the lower temperatures that they would not be heading on any water rides, so they wouldn't need to worry about the curse of wet jeans. Both finished their apparel with sunglasses, the sun already bright in the sky today. Emma also brought a small backpack, deciding that would be easier than her purse and would allow her to carry necessities.

She pulled her handheld camera out from the side pocket of the backpack, getting it ready as they walked, so close to already seeing the buildings come into view. She took pictures of the Diagon Alley sign and they looked at the Knight Bus, Killian snapping a picture of her standing in front. They took a quick look at the Leaky Cauldron, Emma snapping numerous pictures, the smile on her face not dropping an instant. They noted the food choices for later, the menu filled with many traditional English foods such as fish and chips and shepherd's pie.

Emma stopped in her tracks when she saw the first store, pulling Killian to a stop with her. He looked back to see her mouth open kind of in awe. He took a look over his shoulder to see Ollivander's Wand shop. He turned back to her. "Want to head in, love?" She bit her lip and shook her head quickly "yes." He just laughed and pulled her with him. Her camera was going off like crazy as she took pictures of all the shelves with wands and the plaques with descriptions of the different woods and cores used in making them. He took the camera and got her picture near the self-moving broom cleaning near the shelves of wands.

There then was a notice that a wand choosing ceremony was starting, and he was yanked back into the main room from their joined hands by a very eager Emma. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but he was falling in love with her more and more by the minute. To see her so happy made his heart full. They stood with a small group of other people gathered; it was still early, so it wasn't too crowded yet. She had her camera out, changed to record video to capture it, and he moved behind her, to hold and steady her from behind.

A older man got up to the counter, dressed in robes, and started to speak and give history of the shop. Then he looked straight at Emma. "So I see you are here for a wand today."

She moved the camera down for a minute and pointed at herself, shocked. The man nodded yes, and without a word Killian took the camera still recording and nudged her to go. He was going to make sure to get this. She walked up to the counter as the man kept talking about wands while looking through a shelf of boxes. He pulled one out and opened it, "Ahhh, yes. Mahogany wood, pliable, dragon heartstring, fourteen inches." He handed it to Emma and she took it, looking at the detail in the wood. The man pointed at a shelve of wands, "Give it a small woosh to straighten the boxes." She did as told but the shelves nearly collapsed the boxes with it. "Oh that won't do." The man took the wand back and reshelved it, then started looking again, pulling another box. "This one is very nice. Elm and unyielding, unicorn hair, nine and a half inches." He placed it in her hands again, and asked her do the same swish again. She smiled and followed suit, this time the light above went out with a series of sparks. The man took the wand back quickly and swished the wand, the light turned back on.

Killian kept the camera recording, but his eyes were on her face the whole time. Her eyes were sparkling, the joy evident. She was loving every second of this. Her eyes found his, and he raised his brow and winked at her, making her blush a little more, as the man was looking through boxes once again.

"Okay, this is it. This is perfect." He pulled out the wand, looking at it. It had an ornate engraved handle, the wand itself smooth with a few slight bends to it. "Willow, slightly bendy with a phoenix feather core, ten and three-fourths inches." He handed the wand to her, and music started to play, a light came on engulfing her in a glow. She made a small giggle, and he couldn't help his laugh. "The wand has chosen its owner."

Everyone started to clap, and Killian stopped the recording and walked up to her. "So, I have a feeling we are getting that." She nodded quickly, not relinquishing her grip on the wand. They headed to the cash register and she reached into her backpack to get her wallet. "Let me." He said starting to fish into his pocket.

She gave him a hard look, stopping him in his tracks. "No. I'm buying this for myself. Besides, you already bought the tickets and the hotel, and…" Pretty much paid for the entire trip so far. He lifted his hands in surrender, but the smile didn't leave his face. She was next in line, and paid for the wand, she kept ahold of it while the box and bag went into her backpack. He looked at the wand and back at her with a raised eyebrow. "These are supposed to also do magic tricks at various places through the park."

"Shall we keep moving?" he asked, offering his arm. She nodded and they headed outside. On the way out, they saw what she had just referred to: there was a small metal circle in the ground in front of various windows. When you swished the wand over it, the various items in the windows would move or dance. At one of them, Killian stole her camera to get a small video of her performing magic. Her smile and giggle already performed their own sort of magic on him.

They strolled through Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, looking at at the practical jokes and silly potions. Emma thought about purchasing a love potion, but with a kiss to her cheek, he told her she didn't need it. They stopped at the Magical Menagerie, which was full of all kinds of stuffed animals from Hedwig to Fawkes. They rounded a corner to see a performance of Celestina Warbeck and the Singing Banshees perform the number "You Charmed The Heart Right Out of Me." Emma already had numerous videos and was snapping pictures constantly.

They then moved towards their first ride of the day and Emma put the wand away in the box and back in her backpack. As they got closer, they saw a dragon perched on top of Gringotts bank and they headed into the line. They moved quickly to the front of the line, but stopped to take pictures inside. They walked through the bank with the goblins on either side, and got into the room to take the ride. There were movie screens all around them; the chairs moved and air blasted at them as they rode through a sort of reenactment of the scene from the movie.
On their walk out, they were both bouncing and full of energy."That was awesome!" she exclaimed.

"I completely agree." He saw one of the beverage carts. "Thirsty?" She nodded and he purchased two bottles of water for them as they continued to walk around. They caught the performance of a reenactment of "The Tale of the Three Brothers" by Beedle the Bard about halfway through, performed using stick puppets.

Afterwards, they walked down Knockturn Alley and took a look at Borgin and Burkes. It was full of dark magical objects, Death Eater masks, and a copy of the vanishing cabinet that when you open and closed it's door a bird would disappear and reappear inside. They took a look at a couple more stores containing Hogwarts robes, sweaters, and shirts. It was already after one o'clock, and they decided to head to the next park and see what they had there to eat. To get there, they had to go through King's Cross station. A park employee took a picture of them together standing at the passageway to Platform 9 ¾. They then moved inside to the train platform, and they took a seat at a bench to wait for the Hogwarts Express to come back to the station.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, and his arm came around her. "Happy, love?"

She nodded. "Very." She looked up at him. "Are you bored?" She knew she loved Harry Potter, but wasn't sure just how much he liked it.

"Me? I'm having a ton of fun, Emma. I have watched the movies, so it makes sense. But honestly…" He moved a stray hair behind her ear. "I just love seeing you so happy."

She leaned in and kissed him, and pulled back slowly as the train chugged into the station. "I love you."

They both stood and he pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. "Love you, too."

A couple asked if one of them could take a picture of the two of them. Killian complied and then asked them to take one of them as well. They then boarded the Hogwarts Express, an exact duplicate from the movies, and took a seat in one of the cabins. He pulled her close again, both taking drinks of their water as they relaxed and their 'window' came to life, showing the trip from London to Hogsmeade. The door to the cabin locked, and they watched as silhouettes of the characters moved around. Harry, Hermione and Ron all talking and moving through the train. Out the window, the flying car moved by, and Killian laughed. Emma lightly poked him in the ribs with her elbow and he kissed the top of her head as the train ride continued and then finally ended at the station in Hogsmeade.

Once they arrived inside the second park, Emma was at it again taking pictures. They saw the Three Broomsticks and the entrance to the Dragon Challenge roller coaster. He looked at his watch; it was getting closer to two o'clock. "Lunch or the ride?"

Emma tilted her head back and forth. "I am hungry…" She looked at the roller coaster, seeing the riders twirling around and going upside down. "But it would probably not be best to ride that just after eating."

He nodded. "That is probably a wise course of action." With that, they traveled into the express line and decided to take the Chinese Fireball red track. They screamed and cheered as they went around the loops and shot straight down and did flips. When the ride came to a stop, they didn't have to say anything and jogged back in line, and this time they choose the blue Hungarian Horntail track. It was similar but also different, trying to create the temperament of the different dragons.

When they exited this time, Emma paused and took a breath allowing her equilibrium to come back. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her. "Okay, love?" he asked as he caressed her back.

"Fine" she mumbled into his chest. "How are you okay?"

"I go faster on the race track."

"But the twists and turns and upside down?" She saw him about to respond, and a finger shot up and touched his lips. "Wait...you know what. I don't want to know." She took a deep breath and then stood up straight. "Okay, I'm ready."

Both now starving, they went back to Three Broomsticks, luckily missing most of the lunch crowd—the line wasn't too long. Killian ordered the shepard's pie and Emma went for Cornish pasties and they got butterbeer and pumpkin juice to try together along with water for each of them. The place was amazing. Emma kept looking around and taking pictures while Killian took the tray to the table. She came back and they both sat down. "This place is incredible!" she said, her eyes darting to all the decorated nooks and crannies.

"Let's get some food in both of us, and then we can keep going." He laughed at the huff she gave him. She took her plate and water and he did the same. He took a sip of the butterbeer, and licked his lips from the froth left behind. "Pretty good. Kind of similar to cream soda."

Emma took the bottle of pumpkin juice, shook it as instructed, opened it and took a taste. "Mmmm, not bad. Kinda like apple cider with a touch of pumpkin and more pumpkin pie spice."

They exchanged drinks, and took a sip of the other, both agreeing they were pretty good. But Emma prefered the pumpkin juice and Killian the butterbeer. So they exchanged drinks again, permanently this time. While the food was good for a theme park, Killian told her when they got home, he would make some truly genuine English fare to try.

They finished eating and went outside to catch the Frog Choir croaking out "Double Double Toil and Trouble." Killian tried to contain his laughter at catching Emma mouth the words to the song with them. They then went for a less jolting ride, much like a minecart type, called Flight of the Hippogriff. The ride took them over Hagrid's cottage and the pumpkin patch. The exit of the ride led them straight to Hogwarts Castle and the Forbidden Journey ride. The line went through Hogwarts, allowing them to see the moving staircases and Dumbledore's office, before getting seated in another ride like the one at Gringotts. The journey took them around the grounds of Hogwarts, seeing dragons, large spiders, and the Whomping Willow, even being chased by Dementors.

At the exit to the ride, they encountered Filch's Emporium of Confiscated Goods; Emma purchasing a Marauder's Map before they left. As it was getting late, the sun already starting to set at this time of year, they finished up with the stores. Stopping at Honeyduke's, they both picked up some chocolate frogs and Killian also chose a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, having looked to make sure there wasn't any to strange flavors in the bag. They got to see the Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang students perform in the Triwizard Spirit Rally on their walk back to Hogwarts Express.

The train ride was very similar to the previous one they took, but interactions and the 'window' showed different things, keeping the experience new. With a pleading look from Emma, she dragged him playfully into one of the more general souvenir shops, where she picked up Gryffindor and Hufflepuff scarves. She laughed, wrapping the yellow-and-black one around his neck.

"Are you telling me I'm in Hufflepuff, love?" She giggled and nodded. "Not sure if I should be offended or not."

"That notion just reinforces that you haven't read the books." She leaned in, tying the scarf, and looked up at him. "Those sorted into Hufflepuff show dedication, patience, loyalty, and value fair play."

"I'll give you most of those Swan, but I'm a race car driver, not sure there is much patience…"

She cut him off, with a soft finger pressed to his lips. "The patience is with me." She removed her finger and leaned in for a soft kiss. She pulled back, "You are very patient with me...when I need it." Her lips quirked. "So how about I go purchase this stuff, and we get to the hotel. Because I'm not feeling patient right now."

He gave a small growl and pulled her back in for a quick kiss. "Lead the way my love."

With that, they were quickly through the checkout and walking quickly to the park exit. Killian paid the valet and they brought up the rental car. Once inside, he made the quick drive over to the hotel. Emma's eyes widened when she saw it. "Really?"

He turned into the drive to the Waldorf Astoria at Orlando and he looked at her. "What?"

She smiled and shook her head. "You know a Holiday Inn or something would have been more than okay."

Then he got her meaning, and he reached for her hand. "And those places are filled with families, and very thin walls. I wanted someplace…" He drove up to the door, the hotel's valet striding to the car. He continued, leaning into her ear, "Where neither of us had to worry about how loud we would be."

She gave a small shudder just as their doors were opened. The bags were placed on the cart by the bellhop and they went to check in. Emma wanted to laugh as they took them to one of the top levels of the hotel, to a corner room, or suite rather, as they got inside. It had it's own living room, kitchen and separate bedroom. It was larger than her apartment. The view from the window showed Disney World and Epcot.

Killian tipped the bellhop and was soon locking the door behind him. She was staring out the window, looking at the view, when she felt him come up behind her. His arms circled her waist his mouth was at the back of her neck. She tilted her head to allow him more access, as his one hand came up under her shirt, trailing over her skin, to cup her breast.

She moaned and leaned back against him, his hardness already pressing into her ass. "Can I interest you in some pre-dinner activities, love?" His voice was a few notes deeper with need.

She ground her butt back against him, making him groan and his hands grasp her more firmly. "I think I could be persuaded." She didn't even get a chance to say more as she was hauled off her feet, over his shoulder and soon found herself deposited onto the room's big, soft, king-sized bed. They could always order room service, much...much later. And they did, while watching the fireworks go off at Epcot from the window, only to produce more of their own afterwards.