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It hadn't been much of a walk from their alley to the doors of Caesars Palace.

Where else would Ruin stay?

His arm around Mary Anne's waist, he checked them in (signing everything R. Perte) and they were escorted to their room. After tipping their escort, he closes the door and looks around the massive suite. He tosses their bags onto a nearby sofa, then pulls her into his arms.

"The Tower for the Queen," he murmurs before kissing her.

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She loops her arms around his neck.

"You really do have excellent taste."

"Of course I do," he says with a grin. "I chose you, didn't I?"

"Flatterer."

She kisses him back, running a hand through his hair.

"It'll get you everywhere."

He nips her lips.

"So I've discovered."

Ruin pulls her toward the king sized bed, hands sliding under her shirt.

She grins against his mouth.

"Quick study, you are."

She walks where he guides her, keeping close against him.

Neck nuzzling occurs as he tumbles to the mattress, bringing her with him.

"Very quick." His hands move along the tattoo. "Mind if we just... stay in tonight?"

She hums, arching into the touch.

"I don't mind at all. We've got time to explore later."

Plenty of time.

"Mmm... how about time to explore now?" he teases, dipping toward her cleavage.

She bites back laughter.

"Yes, but you've been there."

"Maybe there have been new developments since I last visited."

Ruin tugs the shirt over her head, immediately moving to unfasten her bra.

At which point she does laugh.

"I certainly hope not."

The shirt gets flung to the floor and she presses a little closer--the better for him to remove her bra with. Really.

Really?

Well, he doesn't much mind either way.

The bra is swiftly discarded.

"I think they've gotten larger, Legs. I think I'll need to check them more thoroughly."

She ruffles his hair, still laughing.

"You be sure to take your time, then."

She makes sure to steal a kiss before he gets started.

Started he does.

Ruin takes his time exploring her breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hands. He teases her nipples with his teeth and tongue.

"Yes. I think things have changed!" he says with a wicked grin.

"I can't tell if I should be flattered or ashamed," she purrs, stretching her arms over her head, laughter still evident in her tone.

"To think you need to tell me my tits are bigger, or that you've actually forgotten what they look like."

He lifts his head, eyes glittering with amusement.

"Perhaps I'm wrong. More exploration is required..."

She grins down at him.

"It pays to be thourough."

He reaches over and pulls the cord on the light by the bedside, then settles on top of her.

"Yes."

His hands move down her hips.

"It does."

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