Vegas, querida. Vegas!

[vesper_verde]

Marcelo noticed that everything going on recently was starting to wear on Stephanie. Particularly the fear Vargas brought with him. As concerned as he was about being on a hit list, Marcelo was more concerned about Stephanie falling apart. They needed to get away. After some finagling Marcelo worked out a way for the two of them to spend a weekend in Las Vegas.

He did need to take his father to see the Veridian Dynamics' diamond growing lab, but from there, he and Stephanie could fly to the arid, dry climate he was going to only for her. He booked a Prestige Fortuna Suite at The Palazzo and put on as many extras as he thought Stephanie would enjoy.

It was a spur of the moment trip, so he figured they would be relatively safe. That might get Stephanie to relax some. Marcelo left his Vesper gear at home. Even if he itched slightly to take it with them. Knowing his luck, his father would find it during their stopover, and Marcelo did not want to have to do a lot of explaining.

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[vesper_verde]

"If you get dreads, and you won't," Marcelo liked playing with her silky hair. It was so different than his. "You'll understand my extensive haircare and needs."

He leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips.

"Sorry. It's something you'll have to live with: having breasts that magnetically draw my hands to them." He gave her a wink.

[pyroprincess]

"Forget Magneto. Apparently my breasts are the mistresses of magnetism." She laughed and gave him another quick kiss. "I like your hair, though. It's cool." Okay, it wasn't nearly so soft or silky as hers, but she liked it that way. They were fun to play with.

"We should get dried off and go out and get food." She smiled at him. "Or we're going to end up staying a lot longer in here. And I'm hungry now." It'd been whole hours since she'd eaten.

[vesper_verde]

"Yes. Your breasts are that important," he agreed with mock-solemnity. "And your hips. Both are places I need to hold onto."

He reached over and turned off the water. "Go out and get food. I get the best orgasms when you're completely satisfied."

Marcelo pushed open the shower door and held it open for her. "After you. I like the view."

[pyroprincess]

There was only one reply to that, and that was to give Marcelo's ass a firm grab.

"There's certainly parts of you I like to hold onto as well." She grinned. "And I intend to. You'd better eat too."

She snerked ever so slightly as he opened the door for her, making sure to sway her hips a little to make the view even more enticing.

"I think you've said so a time or two."

[vesper_verde]

"I will probably eat the centerpiece on the table I am so hungry," he assured. He hoped it was something floral. Otherwise, he would learn how plastic digested.

He almost forgot to follow her as he watched her hips sway. Then his stomach growled. He scrambled out to dry off.

[pyroprincess]

"I'd suggest simply ordering another starter before dinner instead." Stephanie advised with a small smile. It was really a rather fortunate thing they were so wealthy, as their restaurant bills tended to be highly expensive.

She grabbed a towel and started drying herself off.

"We'll have to decide what we feel like. I have to admit I'm feeling rather carnivorous right now."

[vesper_verde]

"Well, if you're going to be logical about it, I guess that would be better," he agreed diplomatically. Also less likely of sending to him to the hospital. He felt maybe he should listen to Stephanie on that one.

He snagged a fluffy towel and wiped himself down. Satisfied he was dried enough, he dropped the towel to the floor and headed out of the bathroom to get some clothes on. "So, that rules out vegetarian. Hmm. Wolfgang Puck’s CUT is here at the Palazzo. It's a steakhouse, so it would cover your non-me meat quota."

[pyroprincess]

"Good to hear that you intend to be following my advice." Stephanie replied smoothly. "I like the sound of a steakhouse." As much as she often enjoyed seafood and such things, sometimes she had an inalienable craving for red meat. There were few things better than a good steak, cooked rare.

It was something that she no doubt had acquired from her father.

"I can have all I want of you later. And intend to." She grinned at him lasciviciously.

[vesper_verde]

"Then to CUT we go," he agreed as he dug out his clothes to wear. "I'll get our concierge to get us a table."

The room came with their own personal concierge. Marcelo figured why not use the service. And have a couple other things put together now that he thought about it.

He glanced over at Stephanie and smiled. "As always, querida, eu sou sua."