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“I expect there’s a chinese takeout somewhere around here. I’m really craving sweet and sour right now.” She blew out a sigh, rolling her shoulders and rubbing at them with one hand. “I’m going to get a shower while you do that, okay?”

“Alright,” Victor said as he grabbed his leather coat, “enjoy your shower, love.” He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the corner of her mouth before patting himself, checking for his wallet, and heading out the door. First, he wanted to look for something for Summer to wear. There was a small clothing store on his left and he decided to duck into it and see what was all inside. Quickly, and quietly, Victor made his way to the undergarments and lingerie department. Internally, he shook his head at some of the pieces, one of them being what looked like a few scraps of lace held together by a couple of pieces of string. He preferred items like the one Summer had worn one night. Just as he was beginning to suspect that he’d have to look somewhere else he found the perfect item. It was a simple red with black accents, it looked comfortable as well, but there was something distinctly sexy about it.

Without any further hesitation Victor bought the nightgown and headed for the Chinese take out place he could smell down the road.

Once he got to the restaurant he ordered Summer’s sweet and sour chicken and broccoli and beef for himself. After he had their food he made his way back to their room. Due to the fact that his hands were full he opted to ‘knock’ on the door with his shoulder, hoping Summer was somewhere she could hear him.

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Victor had been gone longer than she expected. But this was one of those times when having an ereader and keeping it stocked was the best thing ever — she just curled up, wrapped in a towel, and started a new book. So when he finally /did/ get back, the knock on the door nearly startled her back out of the chair. Why didn’t he let himself in? He had the key.

Summer untangled herself from the chair and the towel, wrapping it back around and calling, “Just a minute!” Maybe it was something else. Combat in a towel. Yeah, great. But no, the peephole proved it was Victor, and she opened the door, raising her eyebrows at him. “What took you so long?”

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“It’s a hotel room,” she shrugged. “I just figured walls would muffle your moaning better.” Deftly, she unbuckled her cuirasse, dropping it on the floor and stretching out her arms, then going to work on the rest of the armour pieces. “You know I didn’t bring any clothes or anything, right?”

Victor chuckled heartily, “Oh yeah? An’ what of your moaning eh, love?” His smile lit up his face as he made his way over to the bed and flopped down on it, arching his back to help him take off his shirt. “An’ you think I mind tha’ you don’t have anything else? Come t’ think about it, neither did I, so we’ll just have t’ keep each company now won’t we?”

“Victor, darling,” she laughed, “are you suggesting we play nudist in here? I’m not entirely opposed to the idea, mind, but I’d really rather have something else to wear.” She raised her brows pointedly at him. “And there’s the question of food, as well.”

“Of course, how about this, you try an’ get comfortable here an’ I’ll head out an’ get us some food, as well as something you’ll be a little comfortable in, yeah?” There was a gleam in his eyes as his mind wandered off towards something he could buy her. “Anything tha’s tickling your fancy t’ eat come t’ mind?”

“I expect there’s a chinese takeout somewhere around here. I’m really craving sweet and sour right now.” She blew out a sigh, rolling her shoulders and rubbing at them with one hand. “I’m going to get a shower while you do that, okay?”