Attempting to Leave

Who: Oz and Sophie
Where: Las Vegas
When: Evening
Warning NSFW

Sophie slipped into the new dress she'd bought for this evening and smoothed it down over herself, checking her appearance in the full length mirror that hung on the wall of their hotel suite. The dark blue satiny material clung to her as it fell to just below her knees and yet again, she thought how this was like living in a different world, their own little bubble. No stresses, no strains, all the pressure lifted since they'd sent through copies of their fresh marriage certificate to all the requisite authorities, done everything that needed to be done and were now just enjoying their honeymoon. Dean had called earlier on to say that everything was okay at home - except that Caleb had collected his car back and they needed transport, which meant Sophie had had to ring her insurers and add him to the policy, but that wasn't a problem - and Dean had been showing himself as being responsible whilst they were away, so she didn't worry about actually doing it.

Really, the only mar in the entire week had been calling her mother. That hadn't been much fun, but at least the woman hadn't shouted at her. She'd just bee Disappointed. Sophie could hear it in every word she'd said, and in the way that she'd ended the phonecall as quickly as possible, with not even a congratulations. It had been quite the contrast to when they'd been finally able to get hold of Oz's parents - who'd been on the phone for half the night and tried to suggest that they immediately fly out. They'd been full of joy and enthusiasm for the whole thing - her new mother-in-law nearly in tears at the thought that she'd missed her baby's wedding, but happy all the same.

Sophie smiled at the thought and slipped her feet into her shoes, before heading out into the main part of the honeymoon suite to look for her new husband.

Oz happend to be sort of half trying to get himself into something resembling respectable condition, but he'd never been the type to dress up much. He was more a laid back sort. But, he was trying. He just felt all kinds of awkward, and wasn't at all sure how he looked. Especially since when he looked in the mirror, his scar seemed to stand out to him a lot more when he was trying to dress up. He could wear sunglasses out at night, right? He had senses that would make up for that...

He paused as he caught sight of Sophie in the reflection, and that immediately had him smiling, the frown at himself dissolving. He let out a low whistle, then turned around to look at her properly. "Hello, Sunshine." he said. "You look beautiful."

"You like?" Sophie asked, showing off a little girlishly - she'd been indulging that side of herself today, spoiling herself. She'd even gone and got her nails done, which was something she'd never before done in her life. And, she now knew, was something that she wouldn't be doing on a regular basis. It had been fun as a one-off, but... It really wasn't her. "You don't look too bad yourself - you know, you scrub up well," she told her, walking across to straighten his clothes that didn't need straightening - it was really just an excuse to fuss and get closer.

He smiled down at her, letting her fuss. "Thank you." he said. He was still figuring on the sunglasses. But it made him feel slightly better. But then again she never really looked at him like that. Like she even really saw the scars across his eye. Then he flashed a grin at her. "Sure we have to leave the room?" he asked, teasing.

"Yes," she told him, firmly. "We have to leave the room - I want dinner and I want to play a little. Sooner or later, we're going to have to go home and I doubt we're ever going to come back here again, so we should enjoy it while it lasts. But," she allowed, brushing a kiss across his lips. "We can come back early," he promised.

"Mm." he hummed in appreciation for that idea. He kissed her back, then gave her another few smaller ones, before he pulled back. "Okay. Okay. Dinner, and playing. I know, we should probably actually figure out when we are heading home. Not that the kids seem to be doing that bad without us." he said. Both from Dean's updates, and when he talked to Billy and got reports, nothing seemed to be amiss. But then again, the kids were both kind of ridiculously responsible for their age. He actually would have thought they'd gotten into more trouble by now, at least of a mild description. But...nope.

"Just you wait until the food runs out," Sophie chuckled. "They might be able to take care of themselves, but I can't see Dean going grocery shopping and unless he wants to drive Thia to the next town, she's not going to be able to help him out with that. And they can only live on take out for so long," she added, taking her husband's hand and leading him towards the door. "Oh, I also insured Dean on my car today - apparently that old banger Caleb leant him's been given back now."

"Think we should trade things in...Billy wanted the new truck, dean could get his old one." The one that had seen a lot better days, and run over a vampire. But he was sixteen, he didn't need the worlds most shiny car. And Dean wasn't really the ungrateful type. He opened the door for her, and bowed slightly, being all catering and gentlemanlike. "And somehow I think if they were giong to get food, Dean would in fact find a way to get Thia to a store she could shop at, so she could do it. And that would probably be the best move, all things considered."

Sophie considered that and found herself chuckling slightly. "Yeah, you know what? I think they'd find a way to get it done - they seem to do that. And the truck's a good idea - we can talk to Billy about it. But, I'd want to get it properly serviced, get someone to really look it over. With winter coming and everything - he's going to have a hard enough time driving in the bad weather anyhow, least we can do is make sure that everything's up to scratch as much as we can."

"Don't worry, we'll make it as drivable as possible. Though, the truck'll be better than a car. Four wheel drive and everything, I think." He wasn't positive, he'd only driven the thing to go run down the undead and save teeangers in the middle of town. He hadn't been paying that much attention to the gearshifts. He hit the elevator button for her, then tugged her closer again, so he could press a kiss to her neck, by her shoulder.

"Don't ask me - the only thing I know about cars in how to drive them," Sophie told him, enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck, wondering if going out was such a good idea afterall. But, it had been her idea, and she did want to go - he was just far too distracting. "Maybe we should think about heading home after the weekend though," she said, trying to focus on the conversation at hand.

Oz's mind was really only half on the conversation, and that was a generous assessment. He glanced up and then tugged her into the elevator with him when it arrived, and unfortunately it wasn't empty. But maybe the others would get off on another floor and it would be in a minute. A man could hope. "Okay, after the weekend. Are we bringing everyone something?" he asked. He figured they ought to. No one else that they would have wanted at their wedding had been able to attend, so...he wanted to get them something.

"Of course we are," Sophie said - she liked giving gifts as much as he did, after all. "So - we should probably go shopping at some point," she added, looking across at that to see how he'd take it. They rarely actually went shopping together, so she didn't really know whether he had the normal man's opinion of 'OMG!No' or not.

"Sure." he said. But then really any activity that involved them doing anything together he was all for at this moment in time. He thought he caught one of the elevator's other occupants kind of staring, so he reached into the inside pocket of his coat and tugged out the sunglasses he usually wore, putting them on. They of course didn't ever hide all of the scars, but they made them less noticeable. "We can go tomorrow, see what we can find." He said, as a way of getting his mind off of his internal twitches.

Sophie followed his gaze to the person who was staring and moved until she intercepted their eyeline. And then she stared right back, challengingly, raising an eyebrow slightly as if silently asking if they had a problem. Which, really, she was. She didn't like people staring at her husband. or at them. or whatever the hell it was they were staring at. They could just mind their own bloody business, couldn't they. She waited until the person shifted and uncomfortably looked away, and then turned back to Oz as though nothing had happened. "Tomorrow would be good," she agreed.

When she'd started that, Oz had started watching her. It wasn't necessarily surprising or anything, but...they didn't actually go out anywhere a lot together so he hadn't really seen it up this close before. It made him smile, though, and he tugged her back against his chest, and hugged her lightly, giving her another little tiny kiss on the back of the neck. He didn't say anything, but the smile he had was pressed to her skin lightly.

Sophie leaned back into him, waiting for the lift to stop and for them to either get where they were going, or for the other people to get out. She tried to consider which she'd prefer - and, really, the answer to that all depended on what they wanted. If they actually wanted to go out tonight, it was probably best that everyone else stayed here...

They hit another stop, and most of the people exited, but one person stayed. Which had Oz a little disappointed, really. But then he wasn't thinking about their plans. He was just thinking that small private spaces weren't safe anymore with the two of them around. He ran his finger over her engagement ring, and the new band he'd gotten her to go with it. Holding her hand up, he just smiled down at them for a moment, happy. He'd thought that this was all going to be awful. That he was going to have horrible doubts plaguing him. But...that either hadn't kicked in yet, or it wasn't going to.

Sophie looked round at him as he looked at her rings and gave him a reassuring little smile. It was strange - the last week had just been like a whirlwind that started with that one letter, yet it didn't feel, standing right here, that everything had happened so fast - they'd been leading up to this for years now. It was just the culmination. true, ti wasn't the culmination she'd expected, like she hadn't expected to be getting married in a little chapel within a couple of hours of them landing here, but still, it was a culmination.

He felt her eyes on him, but didn't look up immediately, he just looked at the shine of the rings. They looked good together. He liked them. And, because it wasn't just the spell ring, it felt different to him. Sure, she could take the one he'd given to her off and everything, but...maybe she wouldn't want to. And, she had a choice in the matter. So maybe that would mean something to her. He looked up at her, over the tops of his sunglasses. And he gave her a genuine, boyish kind of smile. He'd been giving her a lot of those at random. Just a little random wave of 'I am very happy' that shone through brightly.

She turned in his arms, so that she was facing him, and slipped her arms around his neck. "I love you," she told him, simply, recognising that smile and enjoying it. She hadn't seen it enough over the years, it was good to see it back. "And I always will," she promised, before kissing him deeply, audience be damned - she was on her honeymoon, after all.

He kissed her back, not especially caring about the audience as well. Because they were on their honeymoon, and it had been a long, long time coming. So, his arms went around her, and he kissed her like no one was watching. Like they happened to be alone, and he slid his arms around her waist, and pulled her in closer, too.

She pulled back only when breath became an issue, and that came heavily as she looked at him, colour in her face, eyes dark. "Let's... Let's go back upstairs," she suggested. "We can go out later..." Somehow, right now, 'out' didn't seem like as good an idea as it had done ten minutes ago.

See, now that was their trouble. That was why she'd wanted to go out tonight, because half the time they made plans to go out, and didn't actually make it there. They were getting fantastically distracted with one another, then going out seemed like a downright bad idea. Though he was amused, and he looked down at her. He gave her another kiss, and murmured into her ear. "Wasn't it you who was adamant we go out tonight?" he asked, nuzzling at her ear and giving her another kiss just below it.

"I changed my mind," Sophie told him, arching her neck a little as he kissed her. "Woman's prerogative. I'll be adamant tomorrow - I promise," she told him as the lone man at the front of the car shifted and glanced back at them, uncomfortably.

Oz could sense the attention on them, and the fact that it was making the guy uncomfortable, but he was pretty hard pressed to care right then. He moved Sophie back, just enough so her back was to the wall, and trailed a few more kisses down the side of her neck. "I don't know...think I've heard that one before." he murmured to her. Like the first two days at least after they'd arrived. They kept almost leaving, but...yep. Then it didn't happen, not that either one of them seemed bothered by that fact.

Sophie left it a moment, then pulled herself away from him - god that was hard work. She straightened her dress, ran a hand through her hair and looked over. "Okay - let's go out then," she said, calling his bluff on that fact.

Growling in her ear just a little, Oz drifted into her wake, then moved to hit the button that would take them back up to their floor. "I like your idea better." he told her. And really, wasn't it high time for Dude to leave? Where the hell was his floor, anyways? Couldn't he pick another one, and get off there, and leave them in peace?

Sophie looked across at him. "What? Going out, or staying in? Since, theoretically, they were both my idea," she pointed out, teasing him. The guy in front of them suddenly decided he'd had enough and punched the button to get out at the next floor, standing there waiting impatiently for the elevator to slow and the doors to open.

Oz grinned. "That second one." he clarified for her, as the elevator slowed, and the guy rushed out. He reached out and hit the door close button, before they could get invaded by any other unwanted company. Then he was back to her, pushing her solidly back against the wall, and kissing her like the world was ending. Which was basically what he'd wanted to do since he got into the elevator in the first place, so there was just a bit of pent up force behind it.

Several thoughts rushed through Sophie's head as she was pushed back up against the wall and kissed very thoroughly. The first was that this was never anything she was going to ever complain about as she returned the kisses. The other thoughts had much more to do with how she'd heard it was now illegal in some States to pull the emergency stop cord in an elevator, which was a pity, cos stopping in between floors right now was very appealing. And the other was to absently wonder if they had CCTV in here and to absently muse that she should really care more about the answer to that.

Not really thinking about anything else, Oz completely lost himself in the kisses, in her, really. And if someone was getting a free show, it really likely wasn't the first they'd seen. Either way, he bent slightly, enough to pick her up, to prop her against the wall, and he pushed against her. So, they'd always had an active sort of sex life, that didn't mean that right now they hadn't just got married. And lately, it might possibly have been a little less active than usual, due to overwhelming lameness all around. So....he could say he was making up for some lost time, right? Plus there were those three years in there where he'd managed to be with one other girl, one other time....yeah. Sure. Lost time. That was his excuse and he was sticking to it.

The elevator was heading determinedly upwards now and Sophie figured they'd at least have some warning if it was going to stop - a few seconds of slowing or something. Enough time. Maybe, but again, she figured she really should probably care a little more than she actually did as she slipped a hand between them and pulled at his shirt, exposing the skin of his stomach and sliding her hand round to the small of his back.

Oz made a soft sound, also sort of half figuring that he'd be able to sense things when the elevator was going to stop. The breaks he could hear, the thing would slow down, and he was kind of mentally calculating just how many steps to their room it was from the elevator. And possibly if he just reached out, right now and stopped it, how much trouble they'd really get into. A little slap on the wrist might be worth it... He broke the kiss to trail them down her throat, a graze of his teeth in there but he never even remotely bit down. Never had, never would. But there was just that little bit extra there, in it, as he pushed against her again. He was feeling entirely overheated, and his sunglasses were in the way so he just reached up and took them off, dropping them to the floor without a glance.

She lifted her head, her eyes closed as she tilted her face towards the ceiling, her hand questing downwards, slipping into his pants, teasing against the fastenings there, brushing against him, hestitating for a moment before she threw all caution to the wind and popped his fly, lowering her head again and capturing his lips in another bruising kiss.

He kind of had expected her to stop there. Really he had. But then she didn't, and it earned a groan from him. A groan and a shudder that tore down his spine. He could pay the fine, right? The 'you're not allowed to stop the elevator' fine? He had the money for that. Because there was the little red button, riiiight there. He slid his hands up her thighs, taking her skirt with them, til they rested up on her hips, and he hooked his fingers in the band of her panties,

Her eyes ticked open and she caught his gaze as she made no effort at all to stop him. Instead, she pushed a little at his pants wrapping her hand around him as she looked into his eyes, nodding slightly. She, normally the sensible and cautious one, lost all sense of propriety when he was around, she really did.

His eyes squeezed shut for a moment when she touched him, and he had to take a second to catch his breath, get his bearings. He kissed her once more, then steadied her with one hand, and reached out with the other to punch that red button. There was a jarring stop to the elevator the lights flickered a moment, and he really didn't waste any time. He was directly back to her, pulling hard enough at one strap of her panties to tear it, so he could get those the hell out of his way faster.

Somewhere an alarm started to ring. Sophie could just about hear it, but her mind was elsewhere as she pushed with earnest now at his pants, dropping them down around his ankles and wrapping her legs around him. "God, J," she breathed, more a plead than any kind of a complaint.

He could definitely hear the alarm. And he was summarily ignoring the shit out of it. Instead, he just focused in on her, shut everything else out, and pushed up inside her. Now, when they had a house to themselves, they sort of tended to not necessarily keep things in the bedroom. They were passionate people, and when they had their buttons pushed, that fifteen feet to the next room was really way too far. But they hadn't actually had a house to themselves in a long time. And they'd had trouble leaving the room, so they'd had a bed. But there was something to be said for walls. Something quite a bit like a prayer gasped from the back of his throat, just before he kissed her again and passion take over from there

There was no time for 'slow' or 'gentle', but then again they so very rarely went in for that anyway. Usually their sessions were started simply because they couldn't keep themselves apart any longer and were driven primarily by a deep passion that was at times almost animalistic in nature. Today was no different - and there was the added urgency of the factt hat sooner or later an engineer was going to get to them and spoil everything and Sophie would really rather he didn't interrupt them too soon and she clung to her husband, pulling him to her.

In the enclosed space, he could hear their rough breathing better than usual. And the sounds, issuing from either one of them had a louder quality to them too, bouncing around the walls. At some point, he crushed his sunglasses underfoot, but that barely registered. He kissed at her throat, his own breathing a little too ragged to kiss her anymore as he kept pushing harder. It wasn't like she ever complained that things weren't necessarily flowers and roses and fluffyness. It just...wasn't them. Even if it almost defied who she presented herself as to the world. Which was a duality that he actually appreciated sometimes, on a purely base level.

She pushed up at his shirt, rucking it under his arms, though she made no efforts to remove it, holding firm to the fact that they were necessarily goign to have to get dressed again in a hurry, but she wanted to feel his skin, needed to feel his skin as she felt her own overheating, her breath coming in hard, loud, ragged gasps.

With the sounds echoing off the walls in there, Oz decided quite abruptly that he was a fan of enclosed spaces. And there'd been similar experiences, but this was probably the smallest space they'd ever been in together. But he loved the way it sounded, the way she sounded. He shifted her just a little, getting his grip on her just a little better as he buried his face in her neck and muffled his own sounds just a little as he shut his eyes and put full concentration into pushing everything faster, harder. Their time was going to tick down here, and he had no desire to be interrupted. Not that he figured that would be much of an issue, with the way they were going at it currently...

She moved with him as best she could - though, in reality, there was little she could actively do in this position other than enjoy the sensations ripping through her as she felt her climax building and urge him on knowing from experience that he wasn't that far away himself.

He chased it, pushing at the end as hard as he could manage at the time, and when he hit, it was with a moan. He kept her pinned there between him and the wall, wanting to ride out the aftershocks, wanting to feel it from her.

She wasn't far behind him, feeling him deep inside her pushing her over the edge as she clung to him, her blonde hair falling limply aroundher face, brushing across his cheek as she sought out his mouth to kiss him again, wanting to share the moment with him.

He kissed her in return, keeping her held where she was. He kissed her, and didn't pull back and gently lower her back down for a few minutes, drawing out the moment. And even then there were smaller kisses, light, gentler ones. "I love you." he murmured to her. Even if she knew. He was generally a sentimental sort after intimacy. And just because they happened to be in an elevator, and should really be getting out of the elevator nowish, he wasn't skipping that bit.

"I love you too," she agreed, stepping back and fussing a little with her dress, stepping out of her now ruined panties and shoving them into her bag. "So, erm - we... Can we get this moving again, or do we have to wait for someone to come get us out?" she asked, now slightly more aware of their surroundings.

Oz readjusted his person as well, and then went and hit the button again, which started it up and back to life again, the alarm shutting itself off, even if he was positive that there were going to be people waiting somewhere. So, he grinned and hit a random floor, to get them off on that one, and they could just....find some stairs, or something. "How's that?" he asked, giving her one more gentle brush of a kiss.

"Ohhhhh, there are so many answers to that one, mister," Sophie joked as the elevator slowed to a stop and they got out - and, to her surprise, there weren't any armed guards with glowering looks or anythign like that waiting for them. Which was nice.

Not immediately getting arrested was in fact, nice, and he grinned at her, then took her hand tugging her out into the hallway. Yeah, alright, so they weren't going out. But the trip out of the room had been a nice one. He most certainly thought so anyways. They'd just...go out tomorrow. Sure.