. misbehaving for days

[freddie beaumont]

He made up his mind when he was sitting on the private jet, that he was experiencing the post-vacation depression. The original plan was to head back to New York after two days of back to back meetings at the Beaumont in West Hollywood. But then an opportunity hit his brain at the sweetest time. He quickly phones his father and Malibu was in his horizons, apologizing to the pilot who didn't seem phased at all. Not especially when Freddie handed over a couple hundred dollars bills for the trouble. The car arrives at the Malibu property and he's straight to work. Naturally, he had an ulterior motive for his sudden interest in this particular Beaumont. It bought him a few more days before reality could have him in its chokehold and with a certain someone he couldn't get enough of - not after Cabo. Freddie fires off a quick text before giving the hotel manager his full attention. "I know you can't stop thinking about me inside of you as well, so I extended my trip. Just in Malibu. I'll be here for a few days, so join me when you can."

[jane ridley]

When Jane first saw the message, she thought it was a hallucination. Some post-nap bliss she'd conjured to combat the blues of being tossed back to her real life in Los Angeles. But when she blinked a few times it remained, a lascivious smile crossing her full lips before quickly tapping a response. "I'm glad the feeling's mutual. Fancy a late night friend? I'm at work until midnight, just call me Cinderella." Another unfortunate facet of her reality, gaze roving around the plush furniture and teeming bodies at Delilah. It was another busy night but she'd suddenly rather be elsewhere, mind conjuring sinful memories of vacation together and just the general presence of his company. Over time Freddie had become as good of company as he was a lover, a strange entanglement she'd dare to call a friendship snaring between them. It's these thoughts that get her through her shift, zipping right to the computer instead of staying a while like she was prone to do, quickly flicking her phone back out. "Grabbing a few things and should be there within the hour. Hope you've got my glass slipper."

[freddie beaumont]

"Car should be there whenever you're ready. See you soon, Cinderella." He types back quicker than he's normally proud of, a smirk tugging on his lips. The anticipation of their reunion heavy on his thoughts. Freddie had been busy the rest of the afternoon. In person meetings, walk throughs and reporting back to the team in the New York office had taken up the majority of the day. But that didn't stop Jane from creeping into his mind, every so often. It was a last minute invitation that he wasn't sure if it was capable on Jane's end, but a thrill went through him when she echoed the same feelings. Freddie spends the ten o'clock hour in the gym, having not been able to with the tedious tasks of the work day. A hot shower is next and he calls down for some champagne, ice and Macallan 18 to be brought up to the suite. He's shirtless with a bathrobe around him, not being bothered to full tie it leaving his chest exposed but getting slightly chilled from the winds of the Santa Monica Bay. He's sipping his drink when he's alerted from the driver that Jane's been dropped off. "I'm out on the balcony," he calls as he hears the door click shut, the motion almost hard to hear with the breeze and the ocean waves.

[jane ridley]

It's fun, being on this side of it all. Jane was used to transactional and cold, trading excesses to satisfy needs. Most of her job operated that way; flirting to feed the bottom line, then daring further when someone intrigued her, promised more than the money that coated her palms after a long night. But this...situation with Freddie, as she'd call it, felt authentic and reciprocated. It's what propels her to quickly shower and change at home, tossing together an overnight bag that covered any and all options. Dinner, drinks, water, air...she never knew, the intrigue as much an appeal as the way he looked at her when he wanted her, thrilled at the site of his driver waiting outside of her apartment gates. She spends the trip on a fresh, bright face of make-up, adjusting the gauzy navy sweater she'd pulled over her bralette, matching silk pants sliding against the leather when she finally slips out of the car. Her linen sandals strike against the lobby floor, greeted with a glance she'd like to call admirable before touching the room key to the reader in the elevator, pressing the top floor. Luckily her hair was still glossy and blown-out from work, tousling it in the mirror in the hall before she slipped in and heard him. Her eyebrows raise when he finally comes into view, placing her bag down on the curved couch in her wake. "Well now I just feel overdressed," she teases, leaning in for a kiss before she spies a glass of champagne. "My glass slipper?"

[freddie beaumont]

Freddie stands from the surprisingly comfortable chair on the balcony, meeting her in the opened door way. "That can be easily fixed, you know." He's never been one to hide his attraction towards a woman, his eyes appreciating the bits of Jane's body even covered with clothes. As if he can see right through them, well aware of what hidden underneath - for he just spent how many days worshiping it all. She's placing her stuff on the couch and meets her for a kiss, just a brief touch of their lips, cut short by the discovery champagne that he had waiting for her. "Chilled and ready for you," he chuckles at her distracted manner and the mention of the glass slipper. The champagne was placed in a wine chiller upon delivery, an ice bucket to the side for Freddie's choice of beverage. "Want to do the honors?" He's hand grabs the neck of the bottle, about to hand it over to Jane when he halts, a smug look approaching his features. "I think a proper kiss is necessary first though," he teases her, pulling her body in closer to his with his free hand while the other gripped the champagne.

[jane ridley]

There's an energy that hums between the pair, a wavelength they seem to exist seamlessly together on as she tastes the scorched hint of whisky on his lips. Her heart doesn't stutter with nerves if he likes her or not, if she's impressed enough, if enough mystery exists to keep him on the hook. Though Jane rarely second guessed herself her confidence with anyone, with Freddie she never gave it a second thought. She understood what they were, what they were doing, and appreciated the circumstances. Especially with how good of a lay he was, reaching for bottle just as he tugged her forward. Body immediately alight with his touch again, grins mirrored and devilish. "As you wish," she murmurs, lips pursing deeply against the edge of his smile until it relents. Their mouths part in frenetic desperation, Jane's hand slipping to the nape of his neck while the other rescues the chilled bottle from his waiting palm. Expertly she brings it around his back and twists the cork from memory, eyes only opening with the gentle pop that follows. "Cheers," she says lowly, nipping at his lip again before pulling back to take a big swig. "To our current favorite things - sex, sand and the sea."

[freddie beaumont]

Their chests were flushed and Freddie’s hand tightens his grip on the small of her back, just as she grants his wish and aligns their mouths properly. While their lips are fused and passionate, his hand slides lower decreasing any bit of space while the other holds still tightly onto the champagne bottle. The chemistry always flowed between Jane and Freddie, easily and heavily ignited whenever they were around each other. Her lips were sweet on his and he growls when she pulls them apart. His breath was hot on her neck and his breathing labored, which mirrored hers as well. Jane keeps their bodies together as she pulls a trick, opening the bottle behind his back. His body jerks from the loud pop and not being able to witness it with his own eyes, a laugh falling from his lips as she brings the bottle directly up to her lips. A bit of champagne spilling out the side of her lips, running down her neck. Before they became tangled in one another, he’d placed his whiskey on the table, it’s back into his free right hand. “Cheers,” his agrees with every bit of her toast, before bringing his own glass up to cheers her bottle. Freddie relishes in the opportunity and licks the champagne, ever so slowly as he slides his lips down her neck. He hears her sharp gasp and pulls away. “Pour it into a glass, grab a robe if you want, meet out on the balcony.” He points in the direction of the bathroom and carries his drink out onto the terrace.. The breeze doesn't resolve the heat he's still feeling for Jane, but he welcomes the temperature.  “Feels nice doesn’t, it?” He pats the seat beside him as she finally joins him outside.

[jane ridley]

Action, reaction. Control, response. They were impulsive and bright, Jane's breath collapsing under the slow drag of his tongue up the column of her throat. Eyes fluttering shut instinctively just to feel the way they felt against one another, thighs and hips and chests and collarbones, her lips diving to taste a cloying mix of smokey whisky and crisp champagne, the sharp, floral notes of her perfume off his own. When she finally pulls away it's to follow his implicit instructions, hazy with desire as she tugs her clothes off in a trail toward the bathroom, a small glimpse of her silken lingerie set around the corner before she wraps a robe around her skin in plush contentment. Stepping back into the salty breeze, arms wrapping around him as her chin perches on his shoulder. "You missing me so much you stayed in LA? Yes, feels pretty great," she teases, dragging the glass of champagne back to her lips as her eyes take in the rolling ocean below.

[freddie beaumont]

Freddie caught the bits of her clothes falling off with every step as she obliged to his instructions, right before he forced himself to continue on to the balcony. His eyes drift from the darkened sky, scattered with a few stars to the coastline of water he could briefly see from this high up. He loved New York but this was a perk he didn't have all the time when he stepped on his balcony, a salty breeze. He takes another small sip of the whiskey in his glass. Jane's chin touches his robe-clothed shoulder and her arms follow in suit, wrapping him in her warmth. Her perfume intoxicates him further, loving the way that both felt around him. "I didn't want to face reality yet, and like I said I couldn't stop thinking about you." The words were true, as his thoughts the last few days did nothing but stray to the various fun they had in Cabo. "So Malibu, here I am," he murmurs while looking out to the ocean again. His palm grasps the wrist of one of her arms that's tucked around him, he encourages her move around to the front of him. "That Beaumont robe looks good on you," he shamelessly takes in the white clothing that was simply too big on her slender body. "So, did the post-vacation depression strike you too, Janie?"

[jane ridley]

It's so fun when someone's honest. They play games but every one of them drip in honesty, never afraid to admit to good times or raucous memories that don't stop playing on loop. It makes her toes curl in excitement that their vacation bender didn't have to end, slender wrist held in his palm as she curtsies dramatically for his perusal. "Probably looks better off me, too," Jane admits, eyes drifting to the familiar hotel crest on the lapel. Access to the most luxurious hotels in the far expanses of the world - a perk she'd benefited from only minutely but relished every second of. "Felt like a true hangover," she admitted, glass balanced in her palm as the ocean settled her soul. Her heart had other ideas, thrumming excitement in her chest the minute she felt his eyes pin her to the balcony. "Just as I was starting to get used to all the fun, we had to return back to reality...so chasing that high just seems inevitable. Malibu's definitely a good fix."

[freddie beaumont]

Jane has the robe tied loosely around her. With just one single pull of the knot holding it together and she'd be exposed and all his, on this very private balcony. "Without a doubt it does," Freddie smirks as he toys with the piece of the white material. His thumb moving to caress the center of her chest that was peeking out of its lapels. He moves just a little bit lower, to tease before his thumb returns to the outside of the robe, circling he crest. "We're going to have to test that theory." He knows his stare is intense, going from her chest to the bit of leg that was sticking out of the plush white, though she's probably used to the way he looks at her - like he wants to devour every bit of her. He tips the glass of liquor further back, finishing the drink he'd started without her. Freddie nods his head, agreeing entirely with her sentiments of how it felt like a hangover. "Well you know what they say about hangovers, have to just get back on the horse." He gives one of his signature smiles, as he twirls the empty glass in his right hand. His words having two meanings, he knew she was smart enough to understand. "I'm going to get another one, but come with me and tell me what your favorite part of our fun was." Freddie slips inside to play bartender, filling up the glass with perfect amount of ice and whiskey as he's anxious to hear her thoughts.

[jane ridley]

Jane's all but forgotten her shift before this. The hours on her feet in sky high heels, the fake smiles and the pleasantries she spared to subdue others. Now her night feels like a delicious, drawn out foreplay, the trace of his touch sending chills against the skin exposed to the humid air. Words dark and intentional, Jane following him inside with idling curiosity. There's a few ways this night could go but the one she prefers is expeditious, preferring to discuss later, act now as she draws behind him again, arms sliding over his shoulders and down the flat planes of his chest also exposed. "I could do that," she hushes in his ear, shouldering off one side of her robe so it hung loosely at her elbow. "Or I could just show you."

[freddie beaumont]

Tension and chemistry lingered with every touch. His hand wraps around the whiskey as he prepped the perfect layer of ice. Freddie allows himself one sip as Jane's hands curiously wander from his shoulders, slipping through the part where his chest came exposed by the plush robe. His pulse quickens as he closes his eyes, feeling her perfume hit every one of his senses. With her dare, his eyes shoot open and he's turning around, coming face to face, eye to eye. He's suddenly desperate to touch her, seeing the bunched up material on her elbow and the skin that always taunted him. Simply needing to push off the bit of the material that was briefly hanging on. One flick, the top half of the robe was gone and left was the bit tied at her waist. "Oops, but I'm not sorry," he murmurs, before moving to kiss along her collar bone, trailing to in between her chest, making his way down the hollow path, nipping certain spots he knew she loved along the way. "What else do you have to show me?" Freddie questions as he pulls his lips away from her body.

[jane ridley]

The air between them is taut, desperately thin as skin finds skin against the plush cotton. It's a sensuous drag of the fabric against lightning touches, cool lips raising trails across her body as her fingers delve into his hair. Encouraging the exploration he'd initiated, only raking her nails through his curls and dragging him back up when his words blow hollow against her hip. A kiss seeking and languid and crushing, hands drifting from the nape of his neck to the twist of his robe before she tugged. "I like it when we match," she nips against his mouth, feeling the tie on her waist give out just as she undid his own. Eyes drifting down, quick and curious, before a devilish grin follows and she drags her body back against his. "And you were right. I can't stop thinking about you inside me - think we could do something about that?"

[freddie beaumont]

Freddie’s favorite thing about Jane was the way her body reacted to his. A simple touch leaving goosebumps in his tracks, as he’d learned all the favorable places. She knew what she wanted, and vocalized it. Much like she did with her eager tug of his hair and the yearning of their lips back in sync with each other. Robe comes next, as she shimmies the shoulders off his him and her fingers playing with tie that held the material around his waist. “I thought you’d never ask,” he doesn’t allow any bit of a response from Jane as he backs her up to the king sized bed, the remainder of their robes peeled off by one another. Each desperate to feel their skins touching. And so he puts them both out of their misery. The sounds of their moans filling the room. Jane is lying with her head tucked into the crook of his neck as they both catch their breaths. Her thighs loosely wrapped around his waist, the last position evident in this embrace. He slides one of his palms down, fingernails dragging across her skin. His hand adjusts their entangled bodies, so he was now out from underneath her. “Didn’t realize I left the balcony door open. No doubt someone heard those loud moans of yours,” Freddie chuckles, imagining a nearby neighbor catching the words they both shared in such passion. He smacks her exposed bottom before moving from the bed, wrapping himself in one of the discarded robes. “So glad I didn’t leave California,” he takes a sip of the whiskey and brings the champagne bottle back to the bed, handing it to the gorgeous woman who occupied it.