[hr][hr][color=Firebrick][h3][b][i][center]Clayton Radshaw[/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b]Location: London, hotel room.[/b] 
[b]Interacting With: [@shamrocknroll].[/b][/center][/color][hr][hr]

Clayton turns from the fridge with a large smile on his face, in one hand between his fingers he balanced a bottle of wine and two serving glasses while in the other his fingers cling to the necks of various single serving shots of liquor. 
He balances his two hands weighing up his options.

He casually strolls up to where she sat on the bed and while standing he places himself between her knees. The outside of his legs pushing against the inside of hers. He hovers over her, savouring the moment, dragging it out, toying with her. 

Bringing the wine bottle to his mouth he bites into the cork and pops the lid. Ignoring the glasses he takes a small sip. Satisfied he holds it out towards Cerise. Should she reach for it he will playful pull it back and shake his head. Waiting for her to allow him to pour it into her mouth...

And he did. But he didn't stop there. He filled up her mouth until it spilled out and continued to pour it over the rest of her body. He kissed her lips deeply tasting the wine and then he continued to follow the liquid as it rolled slowly all over her body. He only stopped to share the small whiskey shooters from his spare hand and laugh at the soaking sheets of the bed. 

As soon as the bottle was empty he leans over her and effortlessly scoops her up off the bed. In his arms he continues to ravage her as he carries her to the shower. Slapping the taps, the room quickly fills with hot steam, fogging the mirrors and hanging heavily in the air. It was deep, dense and suffocating. Just as were they.

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Clayton had come to some conclusions during their affair. The 'complication' of her marriage. The way she spoke of both 'business and pleasure'. How upfront and eager she was. How quick it had all happened. How 'skilled' she was.
Clayton decided to disappear before she could charge him and snuck out as soon as she turned her back. Well... Maybe not the first time but eventually.

Now as he sat on a plane bound for California he stared out the window and thought of her. He sipped his whisky and cola while daydreaming of those past events. A smug smile glued to his lips.