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Slow, smooth jazz complemented the lively atmosphere of an indoor bar, mixing in harmony with the din of its patrons scattered throughout. Away from everyone else, however, there was a lone figure who occupied one of the bar stools in front of the serving counter—a young, blond male, in his white dress shirt, and black trousers. His dark tie came slightly-loosened underneath the collar of his shirt.

A weary sigh left his partly-widened gape, taking the final sip of whiskey from his highball glass. His lips creased to a frown, as he turned around to look back momentarily at the patrons behind him, who were sitting in the booths, and tables. Some of them were seated in groups, while others were together in pairs—seemingly on their dates. Whatever the case may be for them, it didn't sway his current feelings, with his frown still kept on his face.

The voice of the bartender quickly brought his attention away, as he approached behind the counter. "Need another one, Weisz?"

Said blond turned his eyes towards the bald, elderly barkeep already occupied with wiping dry a tall glass in his hand. "Yeah," he murmured with a hint of dejection, sliding a banknote across the counter's wooden surface towards him. "I'll have another, Sibir."

Taking the paper bill and putting it into the cash register under the counter, a look of concern was on the bartender's face, as he turned around to retrieve a bottle of whiskey from the shelf. "You know," Sibir began, while he poured out the alcohol into Weisz's glass, "I haven't seen you be like that, in over a while." His eyebrow curved up in curiosity. "Is there something on your mind?"

Weisz brushed him off with a low scoff. "Nah," he answered, taking a sip of the freshly-filled glass. "It's nothing much, Sibir." The blond lowered his eye at his glass. "I'm just here to enjoy a drink…that's all."

The bartender shrugged his shoulders. "Well, alright," Sibir replied, thinly smiling at him. "That's fine with me."

While the barkeep focused his attention elsewhere, Weisz continued to stare into his glass of whisky, sighing quietly to himself, as the smooth melody of jazz kept on playing overhead. Such a moment only lasted rather briefly, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of high-heels bumping against the floor, which grew louder, the closer they got to him. This was followed with a sudden squeak of the bar stool next to him, which finally brought his focus out from his drink.

Turning his head to his right, his eyes widened somewhat, at the young female seated onto the chair beside him. To say nothing about how drop-dead gorgeous she was, right before his eyes, was quite an understatement. Her long, wavy locks of deep-violet hair flowed down to her waist, shimmering under the lights, with her front fringes lengthy enough to cover one of her equally-violet eyes. Her lips were coated in a glossy shade of red that stood out from her porcelain skin. Finally, she was clad in a low-cut, black and red dress, with a plunging neckline that revealed more of her bare torso. Completing her appearance, a dark headdress shaped like a pair of horns adorned the top part of her head.

His gaze remained on her, as the bartender turned to the young female sitting beside him. "And what will you have, Miss?"

Her lips curved to a gentle smile. "I'll have a glass of your finest Sauvignon Cabernet, please."

Acknowledging with a firm nod of his head, Sibir retrieved both a bottle of red wine, and a matching wine glass. As he poured in the glass with said wine, Weisz raised an eyebrow at her.

"Red wine, huh?" His lips broke open into a suave grin of sorts. "I didn't think an angel like you would be into something this fancy."

The violet-haired female responded to his remarks, with a stifled giggle, holding her glass by its stem. "I sure do enjoy myself a glass of it, every once in a while." Taking a small sip of the wine, she gently placed the glass back down onto the countertop, before turning her eyes to him. "What's your name, may I ask?"

His face was slightly flustered, as he nearly stumbled in his answer. "Weisz…i—it's Weisz," the blond just about stammered, in a rush. "And, ah, you are…?"

Her smile widened a bit, under her narrowed eyes. "My friends call me Holy," she simply stated. "You can call me that, too."

"Yeah, I can surely believe that," he grinned charmingly, with a small chuckle, earning him a little laugh from her. He rubbed the back of his head, before turning to her. "So, uh, Holy…what brings you here?"

Said female ran her fingers down her violet tresses, with intrigue. "Oh, I'm just here in the city for a few days," she elaborated, with a faint smile. "I just wanted to take in the sights and sounds of it."

Weisz lifted an eyebrow. "So, when are you leaving?"

Her smile quickly faded to a stern frown of sorts. "Tomorrow morning," she sighed softly to herself. "It's a shame, really—I wanted to see more of what this city has to offer."

The blond only nodded silently at her, before he took another sip of his drink, placing his glass down, afterward.

"Well, what about you, Weisz?" Holy raised her brow at him, inquisitively. "Seems like you're all by yourself, when I came in," she explained. "You don't have anyone else with you here, right?"

"Nah," he shook his head, sighing deeply. "All of my friends are too busy to be here with me."

In his mind, they definitely were. As much as they wanted to join him at what he considered to be one of the swankiest joints in the downtown core…they couldn't. His best friends in Shiki and Rebecca were already out together, on a date, at the time. His other friends were also occupied with other plans, with the Rutherford siblings out on their own. Even Laguna was busy, what with his career as a stage actor for a theater play.

Hence, those downtrodden feelings he felt, coming into this bar. It was only the presence of this young, lovely female beside him that brought him right out of that mood.

"That's unfortunate," she softly remarked, before her lips pursed into a coy-like smile. "Well," she slowly began, "if you needed some company…then, I'm right here with you…"

Weisz blinked at her, as he felt an intrusion against his right thigh, forcing his eyes to shift down at where it was coming from. In front of her left leg that was left exposed by her long slit skirt, the tips of her fingers brushed up against the fabric of his dark trousers, moving them teasingly back and forth over it.

The tinge of red on his cheeks intensified, with the blond softly chuckling. "I don't mind it." He flashed a sharper grin at her. "I mean, I'd certainly appreciate it, being from you."

"Of course," she beamed back at him, before she raised her wine glass towards him. "Here's to us being together, by ourselves."

Weisz simply nodded at her, with a cheeky grin, raising his glass towards hers. "Same."

Clinking their glasses against one another, the blond downed his entire drink in one go, while Holy took another sip of the red wine in her glass.

Placing her glass down onto the counter, the violet-haired female turned to him. "You know, my hotel room is only just a couple of blocks away," she told him, smiling softly. "It would be nice if you can accompany me back there."

Cracking open a bright smile, Weisz had no qualms regarding her request. "Why, sure, I'd like to."

Sliding a banknote across the counter to the bartender, Holy flashed a cheery smile to him, as she got off the chair, and onto her feet. "Thanks for the drink."

Sibir nodded and waved, as she started to make her way out. "Thanks for stopping by!" He did the same for Weisz, with said blond following right behind the female. "Take care, you two!"

"Yeah," Weisz nodded, before turning to her by his side, with both heading out the open doorway. "Let's go."

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Fifteen minutes passed by, before the two of them finally arrived outside the hotel's front entrance.

"Well," Weisz turned to Holy, with a slight grin, "here we are." He took a quick gaze at his smartwatch. "Oh, will you look at the time." He yawned, and stretched his arms. "It's getting late. I should probably get going—"

The blond instantly slowed to a stop, when he realized that the violet-haired female wasn't there, by his side. Curiously, he turned around, finding her just standing more than a few meters behind, directly facing him. From that distance, Weisz could take note of the sorrowed expression in her eyes that were casted aside, along with the slight frown below them.

Consternation was on his face, as he blinked repeatedly. "Huh? Holy? Is…is there something wrong?"

She finally broke her silence, shaking her head. "No."

He approached her closely, lifting an eyebrow at her. "Then, wh—"

The violet-haired female suddenly cut in, speaking up. "I…was wondering if you would want to stay with me, for the night."

Weisz nearly sputtered, having been caught off-guard by such a request from her. "F-for the night?" The red staining his cheeks grew a shade deeper. "W-wha—"

"I-it's just that," she paused quite briefly, before bringing her eyes back to him, "you've been so nice to me, from the moment you helped me back to the hotel." She brought her arms behind her back, as she shifted her eyes away from him again. "And, since I'm leaving tomorrow, I…"

A soft gasp left her, when she felt his hands gently onto her shoulders. Her eyes met his narrowed ones, catching her by surprise.

"I don't mind whatever it is you're saying," he insisted, in a stern, yet composed tone of voice. "Just tell me what it is that you wanted to say."

Setting her gaze aside, the violet-haired female sighed. "What I'm trying to say here, is," she paused, before finally confessing, bringing her gaze back towards him, "I…actually like you, Weisz."

Upon hearing those words from her, Weisz felt his heart swell with a special kind of feeling that he never felt before. Never in his life had he felt the experience of true love, up until this point. It was this feeling that warmed his body to its core, and made his heart race a little bit more.

His eyes softened considerably towards her, before he turned them away for an instant. "Well," he began, taking a momentary pause to compose a simple answer to what she had just told him. His gaze returned to hers, as he also confessed. "I like you, too, Holy."

For an instance, there was a stunned look in her eyes. She let his words sink into her mind, before her lips creased to a genuine, arduous smile of sorts. At the same time, Weisz's heartwarming smile grew wide, with his eyes having met with her lustrous, purple irises that shimmered brightly in the moonlight. With her hands over his shoulders, and his hands over the sides of her body, the two of them leaned in their faces closer to one another.

It didn't take long for their lips to press up against each other, both feeling the warmth of each other's breaths, while their noses bumped against. Small gasps and moans left their mouths in muffles, with clouds of vapour pouring out from them.

Pulling their mouths away to catch their breaths, Holy gave a slight giggle, curving her eyebrows upward at him. "Shall we take this upstairs, into my room?"

For such a woman like her, it was a request that Weisz couldn't refuse.

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The door to her high-rise suite burst wide open, letting the blond in first, who was engaged in a fierce lip-lock with the violet-haired female. Their hands roamed around each other's bodies, while Holy guided him inside the room. A muffled grunt came out of Weisz, as he felt his back hit the wall behind him. It didn't matter that much, while his lips and hands were already occupied with her.

The two of them were nearly surrounded in darkness, with the only lighting provided by the moonlight that pierced through the uncovered windows. As their tongues swirled and clashed against one another, her fingers made quick work of the black tie under the collar of his shirt, letting it fall to the carpet below. They then flew down to frantically pull apart his dress shirt, exposing his well-built torso, in the process.

Bringing her lips away from his, Holy panted roughly, staring deeply into her lover's eyes. "I want you."

Also panting heavily, Weisz caught the lustful eyes of the violet-haired female, as he narrowed his. "I want you more."

Their lips found one another, again, while they began undressing each other. One by one, each article of clothing from them scattered across the floor—right down to their undergarments.

The rays of the moon shone down upon their bare bodies, as Weisz found his back against the bed, where he lay underneath her. His eyes met directly with her deep-violet irises, and his palm rested over the curve of her lower posterior, smoothing it gently up and down over her skin. Pressing her chest against his, she could hear his breath heighten, and his body tense considerably to her touch.

She softly caressed the tips of his blond locks between her fingers, having brought her hands over the sides of his face. There was an amorous smile under her half-lidded eyes, as she felt the fingers of his other hand brush against the side of her face.

His name left her lips, in a sultry whisper, just before she leaned in closer.

Before the blond knew it, her lips quickly seized his, slanting over them. Breathy sighs and low moans poured out from their mouths, feeling more of the soft warmth of each other's lips. The tips of their tongues swirled and clashed against one another, yet again, as Holy pressed more of her body against his. She hummed delightfully, having picked up a low groan from him.

Their lips drawing away from the other, both caught their breaths, while Weisz struggled to keep his eyes open towards hers. "Holy…"

The blond took in a rush of air, and grunted, when he felt her lips suddenly press well against the pulse under his neck. She traced the tip of her tongue down his throat, over the swell of it, earning her a delighted moan from him.

Lifting his head up, ever so slightly, Weisz could barely keep his eyes on his lover, as she pressed her lips deeply against his sternum. Quivering gasps and breaths left his gape, while his violet-haired lover left a trail of deep kisses further down his body, the lower she got.

Her eyes widened with awe, for an instance, where they finally met the most-intimate part of his nether-regions. The sight of his engorged phallus—lengthy and standing at full-mast—intensified the arousal built within her body, stoking the heat in her lower regions.

Watching her with bated breath, Weisz gasped out a moan, when he felt her lips brush against him. The back of his head flopped down against the pillow underneath him, while his fingers gripped the bed sheets. A naughty smile was on her face, as she pressed her full, pouty lips all over his phallus, leaving red lip prints along the length of his shaft. The violet-haired female then softly pressed her lips well against the junction between his phallus, and his testes, forcing a choked gasp from him.

With an eye half-open, Weisz panted and moaned, while he struggled to lift his head up to look at her. "A-ah…Holy…"

Keeping a sultry chuckle to herself, she swept the blade of her tongue up the underside of his cock, earning her another delighted moan from her lover. Lapping up the bead of pre-cum that seeped out from the tip, Holy took in its musky taste and scent, before she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head of his phallus.

Weisz's grip on the white sheets tightened, as he arched and ground his back against the bed, writhing with pleasure. While he wasn't able to make her out from his position, the blond could feel the warmth of her tongue, and her full, pouty lips—the latter of which had fully wrapped over the head of his shaft, eliciting a soft, gasp-like grunt from him.

Her eyes narrowed naughtily at his writhing form, as she suckled onto it, before slowly taking him further into her mouth. Moans and noises of delight quietly poured out from her, in muffles, while she slid her lips up and down over his cock. She could feel him pulsate, every twitch of it, as her tongue swept around him.

His moans and panting heightened, upon feeling her pick up the pace of her movements around him. "Ah…fuck," the blond hissed sharply, arching his back against the bed below. "Yeah…that's it…"

The violet-haired female hummed in amusement, while she wrapped her lips around his phallus tightly, moving her head up and down more.

A shaky grunt left Weisz, his eyebrows twitching, as he could feel the tingling sensations in the base of his spine. In his mind, there was no way he could last that long, under her foreplay.

"A-ah…Holy…wait," he gasped out suddenly, feeling her entire oral cavern over him slow to a gradual halt. Gathering the strength to lift his upper body enough to see her, Weisz's eyes fell upon said violet-haired lover—with her lips remained over his shaft, and curved eyebrows over her inquisitive eyes staring at his.

With widened eyes, the blond suppressed a gulp in his throat. He swore he was going to cum at that kind of sight, right there.

"I'm ready, now," he continued, under heavy breath. "I want us to feel each other, more…together."

Thin strings of saliva bowed between the blade of her tongue, and the head of his shaft—before breaking apart fully, as she released her mouth from it, with a 'pop'. Her lips stretched to an arduous smirk of sorts, while her fingers enclosed around the base of his cock.

"…Yes, my dear."

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The torn-open, gold foil packet sat atop the wooden nightstand, as hushed panting and quiet groans filled the heavy air of the room.

With his back still against the bed, Weisz had lifted his head, keeping focus on his lover—whose back was turned to him, as she straddled his hips. Shaky gasps and moans spilled out from under his breath, upon feeling her fingers up and down his phallus, while the violet-haired female finished rolling down the clear latex piece of contraception over his erected shaft.

"Holy," he held back a strained groan. "Please…"

There was a mischievous giggle from her, as she turned her head around to face him, all the while she had teasingly ran her fingers along the length of his cock. "Getting eager, are we, my dear?"

Barely catching the pleading expression on his face, from the corner of her eye, she knew that he was rather serious about wanting to get through with it. Grasping her hand around the base of his shaft, Holy raised her hips, before guiding the tip of it against her entrance.

Both lovers gasped, as they felt the tip brush up against her clit. Lowering her hips onto him, the violet-haired female mewled at the feeling of his phallus pushing through her entrance. It was only when she quickly dropped her hips that she released a breathy cry at the sensation of his entire shaft parting her inner walls. Near-instantly, she arched her back, with her hands onto his sides for support.

A hiss-like snarl ripped right out of his throat, upon feeling that silky, wet warmth of her inner walls around him.

For the two of them, this sudden sensation was rather…profound. It felt so pleasurable, and it even felt oh, so right. For her, it took a brief moment to take it all in, but the solid girth of his shaft had brought that intensely-stimulating pleasure she desired for. It was likewise for her blond lover, with the sheer warmth and snugness of her love canal that greeted his senses.

It was a feeling that was extraordinarily unique; one that cannot be replicated with any feeling that was similar.

Sudden grunts emerged from both, when she grinded her hips softly against his, at first. Holy followed with such a movement by rolling her hips at what her lover from behind had considered to be a slow, tantalizing pace.

Weisz scrunched his eyebrows, squeezing his eyes shut, upon feeling her insides coil around him. His gasp came out more like a hiss, having felt her pick up the pace more. "A-ah, yes!" He buried the back of his head deep into the pillow below. "F—fuck!"

"Mmh…a-ah…yes…" Breathy, airy moans poured out from the violet-haired female, who rocked her hips against his, bouncing up and down over his shaft. "Oh, yes…"

Struggling to crack his eyes open, Weisz could barely make out her entire sleek posterior, in its upright form. Her long, wavy locks of lustrous purple shook about, alongside the bounces that her hips made. While he enjoyed the ride that he was receiving from her, there was something in his mind that made him want more than just taking it all in.

Holy continued the intense pace of her thrusts, rocking her hips more. "Oh, fuck…oh, yes—"

Her eyes snapped open, over her parted gape, when she felt his hands reach under her arms, and palmed over her breasts. At the same time she felt his fingers dig into her supple flesh, she also felt the sudden warmth of his lips pressed well against the crook of her neck.

"Ah!" Her cry of delight came in a high lilt, as his fingers squeezed all over her mounds, running them over her hardened buds. Her raised hands reached out behind, finding the short, soft locks of his hair. "So…passionate…"

In addition to his phallus buried within, the stimulating sensations of his fingers, and his lips had further contributed to her already-heightened pleasure.

Weisz buried his face against the crook of her neck, nuzzling against it. His soft murmurs came out in hums, as he did, before they were cut short, when he felt a hand suddenly push against his torso.

Flopping back down onto the bed, the blond felt her body shift around in an instant, as he was slow to lift his head back up. His eyes widened at the violet-haired female still straddling his hips—who was now facing him directly, with her violet irises peering down at him.

Her fingers smoothed over his sculpted abdominals, as she narrowed her eyes wickedly, complementing her suggestive smile underneath them.

"You've had your fun, my sweet dear," she giggled teasingly, resting the digit of her finger against her bottom lip. "Now, it's my turn."

Weisz blinked for a second, before he threw his head back against the pillow below, when he felt her roll her hips without warning. A deep groan tore from him, while he tossed his head to the side, his face contorting with such pleasure.

In between her heavy breaths, throaty moans parted from her gape, as she intensified the rhythm of her thrusts. "Yes…ah, yes…"

Prying his eyes open again, Weisz turned his head and lifted it enough for him to make out the entire image of his lover riding him, her arms behind her. She had already arched her back well, allowing him to take the full sight of her round, enormous breasts bobbling around. He took note of her porcelain skin that shone brightly under the moonlight.

It was such an image to behold, and one that he would never forget.

The blond choked out another grunt, head dropping back down onto the pillow, as those familiar tingles gathered in the base of his spine again. This time, they grew intense, a clear signal to him that he was about to reach the highest point of his pleasure.

"Mmngh…fuck!" His jaw clenched, while his hands lay onto her thighs. "Holy! I…I'm…"

"Ahh!" Her high-pitched cry left her widened gape, as the violet-haired female rocked her hips harder against him, wildly bouncing up and down. She could feel him twitch and pulsate within her, along with the building pressure in her core that threatened to burst at any moment. "Yes…I'm almost there, too…my dear!"

Grunts and growls drawled out through his clenched teeth, as he buried the back of his head deeper into the pillow underneath. Cries of pleasure were released from his violet-haired lover, whose eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head, as she buckled her hips uncontrollably against him.

In an instant, the pressure had finally snapped in their bodies, the moment her hips dropped sharply against his.

A protracted, strained cry left Holy's wide-open gape, as she threw her head back, along with her body having arched backward. She could feel a sudden burst of intense warmth in her lower regions that gradually pooled throughout, while the force of her climax overcame her senses, in waves.

At the same time, the blond underneath her had also experienced the overwhelming force of his climactic release. Primal grunts and groans were the only noises that Weisz made, through his clenched jaw. He could feel the burn of every muscle in his body that tensed, along with the burst of heat that surrounded his phallus quite closely. He could also dimly sense a certain kind of fluidic warmth that erupted through his tip, in spurts.

With her cry ending in a few shuddery moans that faded out, Holy continued to rock her hips against his, until they gradually slowed to a halt. The waves of their sweet release eventually subsiding, both lovers found themselves short of breath, their chests heaving away. The mixing of their essences permeated the heavy air of the room, as drops of sweat beaded down the skins of their bodies.

The violet-haired woman let herself fall forward onto him, leaning in to seize his lips with her hands gently over the sides of his face. Elated sighs and raspy moans escaped their breaths, as their tongues swirled against each other's, yet again, in their smoldering lip-lock.

Releasing their mouths away from one another for some air, Holy gave a subdued chuckle, as she snuggled closely to his chest. "Mmhm…you sure were amazing, my sweet dear," she remarked in a breathy whisper, running her finger up and down his sternum. "This was quite the night that I've ever spent with you."

The blond gave a short, amused hum, in response. "I could say the same thing about you, too." His grin stretched slightly wide at her remarks. "I really enjoyed spending the night with you, Holy."

Blinking for a second, the violet-haired female could only giggle at him, while she rolled her body away from his, and onto her side. Weisz returned with a small chuckle, as he leaned up enough to reach his hand down his body, and carefully slipped the rubber protection off from his phallus.

Tossing the used condom into the nearby wastebasket, the blond pulled the sheets up over their bodies. As he did, however, there was something on his mind that he needed to confess to her. "But…you know something?"

Holy raised an eyebrow at him. "What is it, my dear?"

Sitting upright, Weisz turned his eyes away from her, for a moment. He lowered them, before taking a quiet inhale. "It's not that I just like you," he began, before a measured pause. "It's actually way more than that." He then carried his focus back towards her. "I just wish…we spent more time together, if only to get to know more about each other," he expressed with a hint of regret in his tone. "About us, I mean."

A genuinely stunned look was in her eyes, upon hearing from him. "Weisz…"

He shook his head shortly. "I'm sorry," he murmured apologetically. "I didn't think I would've come this far, with someone like you, this quickly," he explained, with a little, slightly-nervous laugh. "It was just unexpected for me."

Holy's lips stretched to a heart-warmed smile, as she brought the tips of her fingers over the side of his face, caressing it smoothly. "Don't be," she hushed reassuringly. "I didn't expect it to go this far, either." A small giggle left the violet-haired female, after that remark, before her smile faded away. "But, about not having enough time to know more of each other, 'though…don't worry about it." Her soft gaze peered into his concerned pair, as she reassured him. "I'll still be around."

Weisz kept a resigned sigh to himself, casting his glance away from her. "…Yeah." His jaw then cracked open, with the blond letting out a yawn, covering his mouth as he did so. "Well…this is it, I guess." Flopping back onto the bed, once more, Weisz let himself fall to his own slumber—but, not before bringing an arm around her. "This one, and only night, together."

Holy nodded at him, feigning a small smile on her lips. "Yes," she whispered, before cuddling against him. "Sleep well, my love."

As she glanced at the smile on his face, under his closed eyes, the violet-haired woman turned her head away from him. Her lips quickly crept into a frown of sorts, underneath narrowed eyes of melancholy. She exhaled quietly, with regret in her heart, knowing that this would be the final time for the night she would be together with him.

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The morning rays of the sun pierced through the clear windows, as the blond stirred around, waking up from his deep slumber. Rising upright, Weisz stretched his arms, and released a loud, protracted yawn.

"Ugh…what time is it, now?" His eyes flickering open, he was caught by surprise at his own surroundings, in front of him. "Where am I?" His eyes slowly widened, upon realization, barely remembering what happened last night. "Oh…that's right…"

Snapping his head to his left, he found himself as the only occupant of the bed, as there was no one taking up the other side of it. Looking past the opposite side of the bed, just about every single sign of her presence was no longer there, in the room: Her travel bags were missing, as well as her clothes that were previously on the floor. Only his articles of clothing remained there.

Sighing deeply to himself, Weisz slowly turned his head away, and lowered his narrowed gaze that had just turned sorrow. 'So, it's over, now, huh?'

He remained seated upright on the bed for a short moment, before pushing the sheets away from his legs, as he left the bed. On his feet, he stepped closer towards the windows, brushing a hand past his tousled hair, while he took a brief glimpse of the surrounding metropolis through those windows.

Turning his body around, his eyes caught the sight of a rectangular piece of paper situated on top of the wooden dresser, across the other side of the room. Pacing scantly towards it, the blond noted the cursive writing on the card, as he lifted it up to read what it had to say.

'Dearest Weisz,

It was a memorable night that I had, with you.

Let's get in touch with each other, next time.'

Near between her writing, and the corner of the card, was a glossy-red lip imprint that unmistakably belonged to her.

As he flipped the card over, his eyes widened up at the sight of her phone number written on it. There was a bright smile on his face, knowing that the prior night wasn't going to be the only time he would ever see her.

Placing the card back down on the dresser, the blond headed off to the bathroom nearby. An astonished look was in his eyes, as he could make out the patches of steam that clung onto the glass doors leading into the shower. One of those patches had a finger-drawn outline of a heart, with an arrow through it. All of this had suggested to him that she only left not that long ago.

With a mild shrug, Weisz inspected himself in the mirror. He could first make out the hickeys under his chin, right around his neck. His eyes then caught sight of one of her crimson lip marks at the top of his chest, where they followed the trail of them down his body. His face burned beet red, upon his eyes stopping at the area between his legs.

In spite of her presence without, she somehow made it difficult for him to get himself cleaned up.

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Buttoning up the final button of his dress shirt, Weisz took the opportunity to record her phone number into his phone's contacts list, before shoving the card into the pocket of his trousers.

As he prepared to head out from the hotel room, he heard his smartphone ring, as it vibrated in the palm of his hand. Sliding his thumb against its screen, the blond answered the incoming call.

"Hello?" Weisz then smiled, as he heard from his dark-haired friend at the other end of the call. "Oh, hey, Shiki! What's up?"

In his excited tone of voice, his best friend told him about what he and Rebecca were up to, last night. Weisz could only nod along, and go with whatever Shiki was telling him.

"So…what about you, Weisz? How's everything?"

"Well," the blond kept a quiet chuckle to himself, his mouth cracking open into a grin, "you just won't believe what happened to me, last night."

"Oh? What happened?"