For a moment, silence. Then, smiles. Then, laughter.

He skipped up the stairs pulling her along, up onto the pavement on the bridge.

Both of them grinning like teenagers, they gamboled along hand in hand, laughing and teasing, unleashing years of pent up adolescence that had been frozen behind the masks of adulthood.

"Okay, I'm going to be blunt now"
"Be my guest sir."
"Stop it. Listen. Oh fuck..."
 "Yes"
"Are you still hungry?"
"Yes. But not for a meal" She smiled a wicked grin.

I'm not even going to think about this, because I'll talk myself out of it, he thought.

With his eyes, he directed her glance over the road at the boutique hotel. Her smile assented. They crossed in a dash, between moving cars, honking furiously at their careless disregard.

They fell through the revolving door and arrived at the front desk in a flurry of giggles.

"Can I help you?" the unnecessarily pretty, twentysomething, Polish platinum blonde asked.  Martin found her attractive, but her svelte precision, left him unmoved. Brigitte watched Martin to measure Platinum's impact against her own.  She saw nothing to make her waver. She turned to the girl.

"Yes," said Brigitte. "We need a room. A big room. With a big bed. And a big bath!" She stared intently at Platinum but she remained friendly and professional.

"No problem. Give me a moment."

A few minutes later, the partners in crime were in the elevator going up to the sixth floor.

"Come here you...."