if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
The hotel was just so bright and shiny!!! It was unlike anything Abigail had ever seen before! The tile pattern on the floor was so clean and waxed that it practically gleamed, prompting a sort of slowness from her otherwise enthusiastic shuffling lest she slipped and fell. The recessed lighting in the ceiling above and around the front desk made the room felt as if it glowed, the very illusion prompted notable awe within the woman. She stared up at the lighting above, turning a small circle in her place as her hazel eyes intently focused upon the chandelier that hung in the ceiling, each tiny crystalline piece sparkled with brilliance, reminding her of the time they'd spent in Italy. Once upon a time, she had thought such glamour simply didn't exist within reality, but to find that beauty outside of the world of royalty was entirely unexpected. Maybe she could get a fancy chandelier in her home. She bet Arlo would know if such a thing was even feasible. After all, something the size of the light fixture within the hotel's lobby would hardly fit in her little bedroom....maybe they made small ones? The very thought lingered on her mind as she nibbled on her bottom lip, the girl entirely distracted from the checking in process.
It was only Arlo's voice that drew her from her wide-eyed amazement, the girl easily scampering to join her boyfriend as they made their way towards the elevator. The whole experience of that hotel was, admittedly, a source of endless wonder from the woman, from the mirrored ceiling in the elevator to the small devices and numbered plaques on each door they passed in the hallway so high up in the air. Abigail paused only at Arlo's insistence that this room was theirs. She watched as his key card ran through the scanner, that green light indicating their permission to enter before Arlo reached out to open the heavy door. Abigail slipped inside and yet, she hardly got far before the sight of the city from their windows caused her to freeze. Her suitcase landed on the floor with a soft thud, before she rushed to the window to look out at the city's lights that surrounded them. The view was unlike anything she had ever seen. Even their room in Italy hadn't had a view of the city quite like this! She was hardly attentive to her boyfriend behind her as Arlo tossed his own suitcase on the edge of the bed, her voice alone seeming to draw his attention from his own task as she uttered how amazing the sight of the city at night was. At the very least, the girl was easily distracted from her own feelings just moments prior.
Her head shook ever so slightly at Arlo's question, her gaze turned to face her boyfriend even though she still lingered in front of the window. "We had a hotel, we even had one building that was a whole ten stories! But...it's not like this...." Her voice trailed off as she turned back to the cityscape in front of her. "We lived on the mountain so there wasn't much of a city to see but the even BIGGER mountains were like....right there! It was pretty but....it was a different kind of pretty." Her head bobbed, the girl hardly one to deny that her country had its own sort of charm. Though they might have been poor, and not well developed, it had been her home, all the same, the very earth itself had been the source of her beauty. The girl was quickly distracted from her own view of the city, however, by the prospect of that hot tub all over again. Abigail was quick to make her way back towards her own luggage, pulling it with her before she unzipped the bag and began to sort through her own clothes for that two-piece swimsuit she had purchased just for this occasion.
She turned from her bag, entirely triumphant only for her hazel eyes to settle upon the shirtless, pantless form of her boyfriend. No matter how many times she saw him like that, it still prompted the flushed hue to her cheeks. He was...undeniably attractive, the girl hardly oblivious to the fit muscles on his frame, ones she both wanted to touch and also couldn't bring herself to do so out of her own shyness. It was that very timidness that seemed to afflict her as the girl slipped into the bathroom, hiding away from the man as she finally saw to the removal of her own clothing. Abigail was hardly oblivious, really, as to what couples did together - things that she was still hesitant to allow. What if...what if she was bad at those things? She didn't even know what it felt like....and the whole consideration of it only turned her cheeks all the redder at the thought of such intimacy with her Arlo. She shook her head, banishing those thoughts from her mind before she peeled her own shirt from her form, those jeans falling shortly after.
It took a bit of time to secure that swimsuit on her petite figure, the young woman altogether aware of the sheer amount of skin it showed. She had been hesitant, even when she bought the two-piece swimsuit but....they had so many of them that Abigail was certain this style must be all the rage. Those one-pieces, after all, had been shoved in the back corner of the store as if they were a thing to be shunned. She eyed herself in the mirror for several moments, fidgeting with the suit here and there before she finally felt....okayish with stepping out of the bathroom. The towel she'd fetched from the bathroom was clutched tightly in her hands before she slowly pulled the bathroom door open, stepping out into the coolness of their hotel room. That query upon Arlo's lips seemed to stop short, the vampire clearly taken aback by her appearance. Uh oh...was that....a good...thing? It made her all the more anxious about her suit, just as she was aware of his eyes upon her. She was oblivious to the very affects the sight of her seemed to have upon him. Well, that was, she wasn't aware of how much he seemed to enjoy the sight of her. She was very very super duper aware that it seemed to have SOME effect upon him.
That sudden jumble of words on his lips caused that flush to once again fill her ivory cheeks. Her hands toyed with the towel in her hand as she inquired with hesitance whether or not that swimsuit was okay. What if.....what if she had chosen the wrong thing? What if this wasn't what the women here wore? Fashion was just....so...different here that she was still trying to get used to it all. Thankfully, Arlo was altogether quick to reassure her that the outfit was like...more than okay. It was perfect. That singular word caused that smile to tentatively cross her lips all over again. After all, Arlo's thoughts meant most of all to her! Abigail's hand fit into Arlo's own, allowing him to lead the way out of their room and into the, thankfully, still empty hallways. She stepped into the elevator, her petite frame still hovering particularly close to her boyfriend as she eyed their figures within the mirrored surface of the elevator's walls and ceiling. It felt almost scandalous to be outside of their bedroom like this. Abigail hardly said a word on it, however, trusting within Arlo as he led the way out of the elevator to the very roof of the building. The sight of the pool and the steam coming from the hot tub quickly stole away the girl's insecurities as she all but bounded towards the hot tub with an almost feminine giggle on her lips. She leaned down, her hand brushing against the water only to announce, with some surprise, of just the temperature of it.
Her hazel eyes turned upwards towards Arlo, the woman simply watching as he sank into the warm water. Her head bobbed ever so slightly. "Uh huh, I've never seen one before." She admitted, running her hand through it again. "Our super nice hotel didn't even have one." Tentatively, Abigail stepped into the hot tub, the heat quite near enveloping her already warm skin and yet...it was kind of nice, she supposed. She hardly expected Arlo's hand reaching out, pulling her against his frame. That soft sound of surprise left her lips and yet, after a moment, she slowly found herself relaxing against the bare skin of Arlo's chest. Even despite the clear comfort the two now found, far from Arlo's family's home and the people within it, it was clearly back there that both their thoughts seemed to linger upon. Arlo's own comment that he was glad Abigail had grabbed the extra box of his stuff caused her to pause with a hint of hesitance. There were, after all, things about tonight that she still had questions about. She was careful, however, to linger purely on those inquiries that didn't quite have to do with the dynamics of his family, the young woman far too afraid that the mention of them might cause those tears from him and then she'd end up crying and then it'd just be a whole mess all over again.
She watched as those very emotions seemed to cross her boyfriend's features - from the surprise at the question of a groupie to the very sheepish look on his features. He seemed hesitant to admit the definition of that term and yet, she was bound to look it up herself if he denied her that knowledge. Abigail's head tilted to the side at Arlo's explanation, that notion of...sleeping with the band caused her to stare blankly at her boyfriend for a moment before the realization of what 'sleeping with' exactly meant. Her eyebrows furrowed in consideration as her gaze turned down towards the water, her fingers reaching out to gently let the water sway between her fingers. "So...if...we did sleep together....would that mean I'm a groupie?" She questioned, not fully grasping what set her apart from that term besides the sex. Was it...a bad thing to be a groupie? The idea that Arlo's sister was out of line for saying it only further to confuse her, just as much as several of those other words she had spat at them. That idea of 'fun' within the bedroom, those sexual references still largely went over her head and yet, it only seemed to make the uncertainty within Arlo worsen all over again. Should she....not have asked?
Her hazel eyes met the blue hue of Arlo's own as Arlo began to explain those very rumors of his species. It was curious to her that Arlo's sister seemed determined to go after their sex life - not that they had one to begin with, thanks largely to Abigail herself. And yet, that comment of his...physiology working correctly or incorrectly phased her even less than that topic of a groupie. "Oh. I know that." She responded quite bluntly after the very end of that explanation. "After all, I am pretty sure Dorian and Sebastian do....that...lots." She commented, her very thought of Dorian's efforts to comment upon Arlo's attractiveness lingering upon her mind, even though she was not yet ready to dwell upon just how two men had sex yet. The very beginning of those thoughts caused that heat to her cheeks before she brushed those thoughts away all too quickly. The sudden question of her childhood, however, caused her attention to shift back to her boyfriend, her head shaking ever so slightly. "No, I don't." She responded, ignorant of what she was missing out on, being an only child. She was, however, quick to take up that new line of thought of the hotel and this mythical room service. "It is, we never really stayed in the hotel back home because....we had home. Sometimes we'd go there for dinner though because they had really yummy food. It was a treat!" Abigail nodded firmly, those thoughts of those delectable goods made her mouth water, only for her attention to refocus upon room service. "Room Service? That's like....when they bring you stuff in your room, right?" That seemed super duper luxurious. It was like, for a little bit, they could pretend to be King and Queens like Sebastian and Dorian too.
Abigail Hughes a were red panda