Do Not Disturb

The lift doors opened on the fourteenth floor, and Mara barely made it into the hallway before Jamie had both hands on her hips, steering her towards room 1408 with a grin she could hear without even turning around.

"We're in a hotel corridor," she laughed.

"We're in our corridor," Jamie corrected, sliding the key card from her coat pocket. "For the next twenty-two hours, this is ours."

The door opened. The room was exactly as promised: a wide bed, city lights blinking through floor-to-ceiling glass, a deep-set bathtub visible through the open bathroom door, and a silence so complete it felt like stepping out of the world entirely.

Mara walked in slowly, dragging her fingertips over the cool white linen. Jamie followed, but paused at the door long enough to hang the little sign on the handle outside.

Do Not Disturb.

They'd booked it on a Tuesday. No occasion. No anniversary. Just Jamie, mid-meeting, texting: What if we disappeared for a night? And Mara, in the middle of sending emails, typing back: Where and when? The do not disturb fantasy had been floating between them for months  a wild bedroom fantasy with no routines, no interruptions, no obligations. Just the two of them behind a closed door with nowhere else to be.

Mara had packed their bag herself. She hadn't shown Jamie what was in it.

Jamie poured two glasses of the wine they'd smuggled up in a tote bag, and they stood at the window for a while, watching the city hum below like it was someone else's problem. Mara leaned into Jamie's shoulder, Jamie's arm warm around her waist.

"I missed us," Mara said quietly.

"We've been right here."

"You know what I mean." She tilted her head up. "I missed this us."

Jamie turned and kissed her slowly, a hand coming up to cup her jaw, the kind of kiss that wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. The kind they'd been too tired to have for weeks. Outside, the city kept moving. In here, time did what they asked it to.

The wine glasses were abandoned on the dresser.

Mara sat back on the wide expanse of white bed and watched Jamie pull off a jacket and toss it somewhere behind them, delightfully careless. She reached behind her for the overnight bag on the nightstand and unzipped it.

"I brought something," she said.

Jamie glanced over, one brow raised. "Something."

"Something new."

She held it up, a sleek, quiet little toy she'd found browsing the Sexyland site late one night, tucked into her online basket for two weeks before she finally clicked purchase. Body-safe, whisper-quiet, and designed with a curved tip that had made her read the description twice. She'd added a travel-sized massage oil to the order too, a warming kind, which was currently in the side pocket of the bag and very much within reach.

Jamie crossed the room and sat beside her. "When did you.."

"A while ago." Mara set it on the bed between them. "I wanted to wait for the right night."

"And this is it?"

She reached out and straightened Jamie's collar, fingers lingering. "This is it."

The naughty hotel room story they had imagined was nothing like what actually unfolded, which was better. Every steamy hotel fantasy looks perfect in your head, all clean choreography and flattering lighting. What they got instead was laughter when the massage oil cap flipped across the room, a negotiation of "too much no, wait, a bit more," Jamie discovering that Mara had extremely strong opinions about which setting was correct, and a solid twenty minutes of simply enjoying doing nothing at all except lie close together in the low light and talk.

This was private night intimacy in its truest form, unscripted, unhurried, theirs.

Then they stopped talking.

The toy had a dial on the base that clicked through eight settings with satisfying little increments. They worked through them together, Mara deciding, Jamie holding it in place, and when they found the one that made Mara's breath catch and her hand close tight around Jamie's arm, they stayed there.

It was one of those stretches of time you can't really put a number to afterwards. Long enough that the city lights outside had shifted, the wine had gone warm, and the crisp hotel sheets were thoroughly, happily wrecked.

Afterwards, they lay curled together, the room quiet. Mara had her head on Jamie's chest, listening to their heartbeat slow down.

"I think we should do this more often," Jamie said, voice low and satisfied.

"Book hotels?"

"Disappear."

Mara smiled against Jamie's collarbone. "Agreed."

She reached over and set the toy on the nightstand, beside the water glasses and the room service menu they had every intention of ordering from later. Outside the door, the little sign was still up.

Do Not Disturb.

No one came near them.

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