Heck Yes!, chapter 6
He pulled her into the room, and somehow they ended up in the bathroom, kissing.
"Shit... " Tre said. The bathrooms were connected to the rooms, and his happened to be connected to Billie's. Tre pulled Annabelle into the shower, closing the curtain. Billie opened the door, pulling in a giggly girl with him. He reached his hand in and turned on the shower.
"Ahh!" Annabelle screamed.
"What the...?" Billie pulled back the curtain to find a guilty looking Tre and Annabelle. With out saying a word, each of them stepped out, and walked into Tre's room, leaving a bewildered Billie behind.
Annabelle giggled as she fell back onto the bed. They were both extremely wet now.
"I'm all wet now... " Annabelle stated the obvious, shivering a little.
"Hmm... I can help you with that... " Tre said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He climbed on top of the squealing Annabelle and pulled her shirt off.
He started to kiss her neck, moving downward. She watched his muscles flex as he unbuttoned her pants, his wet shirt clinging to every inch of him.
"Gah... Stupid... Ass... Mother fuckers." He muttered.
"What?" Annabelle looked down at him, his eyebrow creased in concentration.
"The stupid mother fucking zipper won't... Unzip!" He said.
She pushed his hands away, and tried herself. It wouldn't budge.
"Shit... " She said, letting her head fall on the bed.
He tried again, for almost five minutes.
"VICTORY IS MINE!" He screamed, pulling her pants down over her hips.
"Oh god Tre... Thank you." She whispered, sitting up, pulling his shirt off over his head. He grinned at her, his hair flopping into his eyes.
She flipped them over so she was on top of him and he groaned. She started to unbutton his pants slowly.
"Take them fucking off you tease!" He yelled. She giggled as she saw a rising problem in his pants.
She slid them off and he slid her underwear off, and she did the same to him.
Now he flipped them over and second before her thrust into her, he looked at her for the okay. She smiled, placed a hand on his butt and pulled him to her, and she moaned in pleasure.
She watched the concentration on his face, his hair flopping into his eyes.
She groaned as she was reaching her climax, and he thrust in, faster and harder. As she felt her body reach her climax, he kept thrusting until he met his.
She moaned as he pulled out, laying next to her, stroking her cheek with his finger.
"Just a sec." He whispered into her ear and she heard him get up and rummage around. He climbed back in, boxers covering him, and handed her one of his dry shirts and a pair of clean boxers.
"Thanks." She whispered, slipping his boxers over her slender hips. She pulled the shirt over her head, smelling in the wonderful smell of him on his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, settling his head on her shoulder.
"We're going back tomorrow night." He whispered, sounding sad.
She stopped a tear from escaping her eye, not saying anything. He sighed, closing his eyes.
Annabelle groaned as she felt tiny fleck of cold drop falling onto her face. She opened her eyes to find a grinning Tre standing over her, water dripping from his hand.
"Snow!" He said, eyes sparkling.
"No Tre, that is water." She rolled over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow.
"It was snow though! When I got it, it was, but it melted by the time I got up here!" He said.
She said something but her couldn't understand her, because her face was in the pillows.
"What?" She turned around, laying on her back again.
"You went all the way downstairs, got a handful of snow, just so you could drop it on my face?" She said.
"Uh-huh. Come on! Let's go play in the snow!" He bounced on the bed slightly.
Annabelle groaned, rolling herself over, feet landing on the floor.
"Do you have any jackets? Sweatshirts?" She asked him, scratching her head.
"Umm... I think I brought a couple sweatshirts... " He opened his suitcase, flinging things out of it, eventually finding a couple sweatshirts. He handed her one, and pulled the other over his head, and she did the same.
"I would suggest a lot of socks." She told him, pulling on her shoes. "It's going to be freezing.
Finally after finding what they could bundle themselves up in, they took the elevator down to the lobby.
Tre ran out into the snow, but tripped, falling face first. Annabelle laughed at him, gathering up some snow in her ungloved hands, making a snowball. She aimed it at his butt, and threw it, hard.
It was snowing really hard. She could barely see anything.
"Hey! That's not fair! I don't know how to make those!" He rolled over and sat in the snow, trying to make a snowball, but the snow kept falling out of the ball.
"Here. The snow is new, so it isn't best for snowball making. Tomorrow when it warms up and melts it a bit, then freezes it over night, it'll be better." She showed him how to make a snowball, and they ended up in a snowball fight.
"Tre?" Annabelle called. He had disappeared. Not a good sign. He was probably going to pelt her with snowballs.
"Banzaii!" He yelled, tackling her from behind. They rolled around a bit in the fluffy snow, giggling.
"We should go in now, we're wet and freezing." She shivered and he pulled her close as they walked back into the hotel. The receptionist gave them weird looks, but they ignored it.
Walking back into Tre's hotel, thy found Mike and Billie sprawled out on the bed, watching the news.
"Look." Mike pointed to the screen with the remote. They watched. The news reporter was telling them that there was going to be a blizzard, so stay inside.
"Let's go back to my place. It'll be more fun you guys!" Annabelle said. "You'll probably miss your flight, so you'll need a place to stay, and my house is free!" She said. They all agreed, and started to pack.
"Shit... " Tre said. The bathrooms were connected to the rooms, and his happened to be connected to Billie's. Tre pulled Annabelle into the shower, closing the curtain. Billie opened the door, pulling in a giggly girl with him. He reached his hand in and turned on the shower.
"Ahh!" Annabelle screamed.
"What the...?" Billie pulled back the curtain to find a guilty looking Tre and Annabelle. With out saying a word, each of them stepped out, and walked into Tre's room, leaving a bewildered Billie behind.
Annabelle giggled as she fell back onto the bed. They were both extremely wet now.
"I'm all wet now... " Annabelle stated the obvious, shivering a little.
"Hmm... I can help you with that... " Tre said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He climbed on top of the squealing Annabelle and pulled her shirt off.
He started to kiss her neck, moving downward. She watched his muscles flex as he unbuttoned her pants, his wet shirt clinging to every inch of him.
"Gah... Stupid... Ass... Mother fuckers." He muttered.
"What?" Annabelle looked down at him, his eyebrow creased in concentration.
"The stupid mother fucking zipper won't... Unzip!" He said.
She pushed his hands away, and tried herself. It wouldn't budge.
"Shit... " She said, letting her head fall on the bed.
He tried again, for almost five minutes.
"VICTORY IS MINE!" He screamed, pulling her pants down over her hips.
"Oh god Tre... Thank you." She whispered, sitting up, pulling his shirt off over his head. He grinned at her, his hair flopping into his eyes.
She flipped them over so she was on top of him and he groaned. She started to unbutton his pants slowly.
"Take them fucking off you tease!" He yelled. She giggled as she saw a rising problem in his pants.
She slid them off and he slid her underwear off, and she did the same to him.
Now he flipped them over and second before her thrust into her, he looked at her for the okay. She smiled, placed a hand on his butt and pulled him to her, and she moaned in pleasure.
She watched the concentration on his face, his hair flopping into his eyes.
She groaned as she was reaching her climax, and he thrust in, faster and harder. As she felt her body reach her climax, he kept thrusting until he met his.
She moaned as he pulled out, laying next to her, stroking her cheek with his finger.
"Just a sec." He whispered into her ear and she heard him get up and rummage around. He climbed back in, boxers covering him, and handed her one of his dry shirts and a pair of clean boxers.
"Thanks." She whispered, slipping his boxers over her slender hips. She pulled the shirt over her head, smelling in the wonderful smell of him on his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, settling his head on her shoulder.
"We're going back tomorrow night." He whispered, sounding sad.
She stopped a tear from escaping her eye, not saying anything. He sighed, closing his eyes.
Annabelle groaned as she felt tiny fleck of cold drop falling onto her face. She opened her eyes to find a grinning Tre standing over her, water dripping from his hand.
"Snow!" He said, eyes sparkling.
"No Tre, that is water." She rolled over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow.
"It was snow though! When I got it, it was, but it melted by the time I got up here!" He said.
She said something but her couldn't understand her, because her face was in the pillows.
"What?" She turned around, laying on her back again.
"You went all the way downstairs, got a handful of snow, just so you could drop it on my face?" She said.
"Uh-huh. Come on! Let's go play in the snow!" He bounced on the bed slightly.
Annabelle groaned, rolling herself over, feet landing on the floor.
"Do you have any jackets? Sweatshirts?" She asked him, scratching her head.
"Umm... I think I brought a couple sweatshirts... " He opened his suitcase, flinging things out of it, eventually finding a couple sweatshirts. He handed her one, and pulled the other over his head, and she did the same.
"I would suggest a lot of socks." She told him, pulling on her shoes. "It's going to be freezing.
Finally after finding what they could bundle themselves up in, they took the elevator down to the lobby.
Tre ran out into the snow, but tripped, falling face first. Annabelle laughed at him, gathering up some snow in her ungloved hands, making a snowball. She aimed it at his butt, and threw it, hard.
It was snowing really hard. She could barely see anything.
"Hey! That's not fair! I don't know how to make those!" He rolled over and sat in the snow, trying to make a snowball, but the snow kept falling out of the ball.
"Here. The snow is new, so it isn't best for snowball making. Tomorrow when it warms up and melts it a bit, then freezes it over night, it'll be better." She showed him how to make a snowball, and they ended up in a snowball fight.
"Tre?" Annabelle called. He had disappeared. Not a good sign. He was probably going to pelt her with snowballs.
"Banzaii!" He yelled, tackling her from behind. They rolled around a bit in the fluffy snow, giggling.
"We should go in now, we're wet and freezing." She shivered and he pulled her close as they walked back into the hotel. The receptionist gave them weird looks, but they ignored it.
Walking back into Tre's hotel, thy found Mike and Billie sprawled out on the bed, watching the news.
"Look." Mike pointed to the screen with the remote. They watched. The news reporter was telling them that there was going to be a blizzard, so stay inside.
"Let's go back to my place. It'll be more fun you guys!" Annabelle said. "You'll probably miss your flight, so you'll need a place to stay, and my house is free!" She said. They all agreed, and started to pack.
