Room 301

[Administrator]

Top floor with a view, located right next the the stairs.

[Sarah Williams]

<New Day>

Sarah had no idea how long they had been there, as time had a way of doing when she bumped into Killian it had slipped away beneath murmured sexy promises and the touches that delivered on them. She couldn't ever say she was sorry when the tall mysterious and enticingly dangerous man crossed her path, because as they had been from the first night they met, things had a way of being incredibly...entertaining. It had actually been a rather bland afternoon by Sarah's standards, she'd been wandering out of Queens simply for something to do, ended up in the Bronx and had been contemplating heading back when she'd seen Killian across the street. She'd watched him, he'd watched her and it hadn't been long before a trip back home seemed rather far to travel to get what they were after.

Now, moments later, when the sweat was cooling on her brow and Sarah was feeling her body settle she turned on her side and looked over at Killian. He was a handsome man to behold, there was no doubt of that and the danger that lurked in his dark eyes and around the lines of his face - it was just that she supposed that she was drawn to him. "I do love running into you," She commented finally, letting her voice hold onto the raspy edge of disuse as she stroked a finger down along his arm. "You always seem to have the most impeccable timing."

There was an almost cat like smile on her face as her fingers continued to explore, dancing over skin as her green eyes settled on the strong features of his face. He was a fascinating and complex man, one Sarah would never hope to unravel the key to, and that she had the sense enough not to want too - Killian was who he was and that was very much part of his appeal. But as the pads of her fingers bumped along the smooth skin of a scar across his shoulder, she couldn't help a bit of natural curiosity as her fingers lingered, tracing the line of it. "Battle wound?"

[Killian O'Donnell]

A slow smile grew on Killian's face as he rolled to the side and turned his head to study Sarah. He could guarantee an enticing evening for himself whenever he saw her which made running into her unexpectedly all the more gratifying. He probably should've concluded his business before taking off with her to the this hotel but he knew he could do that once they left and he was in no rush to meet up with an unruly client who didn't believe in paying his debts on time. It was never to late in the day to threaten someone into doing what Killian needed them to do in this case give Killian the money he was owed.

He'd not only been surprised to see Sarah across the street when he'd spotted her but he'd been more then a bit happy. That emotion had certainly taken him by surprise but he wasn't willing to admit it. He knew that spending this much time with a woman like Sarah was bound to make him grow attached and although that was going against every rule he had for himself he found he couldn't bring himself to care. Now that he'd caught his breath and his body temperature had begun to return to normal he could concentrate on her words. A short chuckle escaped his lips, "Ah, shouldn't I be the one telling you that?"

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her a bit closer so he wouldn't have to lean far to place a light kiss on her lips. He tensed for a moment when he felt her fingers run across a scar on his shoulder but he relaxed at her question and smirked. "Something like that," He replied as he played with her hair. "Don't worry I always give better then I get."

[Sarah Williams]

She felt him tense underneath of her ministrations for a moment, the muscles in his chest jumping before he relaxed, an easy smile settling onto his features. He could have rebuffed her question, as it had always been a rule with them that they didn't ask questions of each other and kept expectations to what it was that they already had between them. But it seemed he didn't mind the question to much, as he not only relaxed but pulled her closer, long fingers going up into her hair in a move that practically caused her to purr with satisfaction. "Oh I had no doubt of that," Sarah said with a smile as she let her fingers fall away from the nasty looking scar and up towards his neck where she could settle idle fingers against smooth masculine skin.

Mutually beneficial, that had been the definition of their relationship from the very beginning and of this afternoon's little detour was any indication that's just how it would remain. Though it was hard to say exactly how long that 'relationship' would go on - already far longer than Sarah had anticipated, though she supposed when the benefits were as good as things were for them, there was no reason to turn away. Besides, Sarah mused as she nestled a little closer and rested her chin on the shoulder so she could look along the steady line of his jaw, she'd grown rather fond of Killian; not that she'd ever admit that outloud.

"We all have our scars," She commented and because she was feeling perhaps more generous and open then she might have in past moments she swept her dark hair over her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin of her back. "Even me." She smirked over at him, knowing he would see the thin line of just such a scar along the upper part of her back, a long standing reminder of the father that she wanted to forget.

[Killian O'Donnell]

Killian's smile widened when her fingers moved towards his neck. This woman made him insatiable. Although they'd just finished he could easily go another round but he wasn't sure he had enough time to really enjoy that and he hated to rush something with her. She was the type of woman you enjoyed languidly, not the type you rushed to the finish line with. "I would hope not," He said in a low voice, his eyes narrowing a bit so he could lower his gaze to meet hers without turning his head.

A small smile stayed on his lips as he studied her. He could honestly stay in bed with her all day but that was an idea he was barely willing to share with himself let alone her or one of his friends. It would mean he was attached to her more then he should be. But when being attached to someone came with the perks that being attached to Sarah did he was hardly going to complain about it. It was an easy relationship, probably the easiest he'd ever had in his life. He wished more women were like her. That more women just wanted to feel pleasure without the trouble of being emotionally attached. It's why he hardly stayed with a woman longer then a night.

He turned his attention back to her face when she said that she had scars of her own. He lifted his head slightly so that he could follow the motion of her hand as she revealed the scar along the upper part of her back. Killian couldn't help but feel the immediate urge to kill whoever had scarred such a beautiful specimen but he took a deep breath and laid his head back down. "What happened?" He asked as he glanced up at her face before lifting his own hand to run it along the raised edges of the scar.

[Sarah Williams]

Sarah rarely forgot that she was in bed with a dangerous man, no matter the pleasure they might find together it was impossible to ignore what lurked beneath the surface of Killian's eyes, the marks that showed on his body. Every so often though, there was a stark reminder, like the way his eyes darkened at his remark that he hoped she wouldn't doubt his abilities when it came to a fight. It didn't scare her exactly, for some reason she was certain that Killian wouldn't cause her any sort of harm, but she knew she walked a fine line by spending time with him. A fine line that had her blood rushing and pulse racing on a fairly regular basis, and she wasn't likely to turn and run from that either.

It was also what made moments like the gentle brush of his fingers against the decades old scar a rare treat, the soft way he caressed the line of it as though he might even care about what had happened. She'd seen flashes of it before; a touch, a look, the brush of his mouth a certain way, but they were always brief and passed as quickly as they arrived. But the warmth of his fingers now along the ridge of skin caused her to shiver, though if it was with pleasure Sarah couldn't be certain. "Gift from my father," Sarah said finally, the smile she shot in Killian's direction was almost sarcastic as she settled back against him.

Sarah knew it was getting late and she had a show to do that night, but there wasn't any need to hurry out, not when she was rather enjoying being right where she was. There was perhaps a comfort here that she hadn't anticipated, a sort of easiness now between them that was born of a familiarity from repeated visits that Sarah didn't think either of them had really planned on. Now it seemed as though perhaps they were almost friends...almost. "He wasn't especially fond of me," Sarah admitted, somewhat unnecessarily as she let her fingers slide down along his chest until they bumped into the sheet thrown across Killian's body.

[Killian O'Donnell]

Killian was a little surprised by her answer, but he figured he really shouldn't be. He knew that there were a lot of people who grew up with parents who did unspeakable things to their children. In that part of his life Killian had been exceptionally lucky. His parents had loved him more then they'd loved themselves and they'd showed him that every day that they had been alive. He was certain that if they had lived he'd be more of a respectable type of person then he was now. He never really thought about it because that wasn't the way his life had turned out but when he heard things like what Sarah had told him he couldn't help but reminisce.

Killian knew that if he ever did have children he'd have to leave this life and do everything he could to become the type of person his parents would have wanted him to be. He certainly wasn't planning on having children because he wasn't sure he could ever live up to his father in that respect and he didn't want to disappoint himself or turn into the type of parent who beat their child or took any of their frustrations out on their kid. A small sigh escaped him as he forced himself to stop thinking about it. He knew he wouldn't live long enough to even contemplate kids so there really wasn't a point in even thinking about it. "So he was that type of man, eh?"

Killian had no qualms about going after a woman who deserved it and who could fight back. Although he knew Sarah would probably fight with everything she had he also knew that she was hardly the type of woman who deserved it. "He still alive?" Killian asked before he even realized what he was saying. Normally he wouldn't ask anyone that type of personal question, but he found he was curious about her past.

[Sarah Williams]

"Hell if I know," Sarah said with a subtle shrug of her shoulders, she rarely gave much thought to her past, it was what it was and she had moved on from it a long time ago. But there was something about Killian that had her reliving it, something that had her dipping back into the hazy memories and touching on the ones that mattered. Her fingers toyed with the sheet at his hips as she tilted her head to look into his face, study those steely eyes of his and wonder for the briefest of moments what it was he saw when he looked at her.

"Haven't seen him since the night he kicked me out, haven't cared too," She elaborated in a rare moment of sincere and brutal honesty that she rarely granted to anyone. Naomi knew her story, but that's because it was Naomi and they'd been through enough together that Sarah knew she could trust her. Other than that there was no one in the city that knew what had happened, how she had ended up in a saloon just outside of San Francisco and subsequently here. The truth was, she wasn't entirely sure that Killian really cared to know, as personal questions weren't typically in his nature - nor hers.

She let a smile slide across her lips as she surveyed him stretched out beside her, thinking he made quite the picture, one that she might carry with her and take out to examine later when she was offstage and alone. The idea of it made her smile wider as she considered that there was the promise of perhaps more moments like this one - though she never did know when those moments might be. Time was getting on, but again she was reluctant to break the moment, slip away and lose the comfortable and surprising intimacy that seemed to have taken over the hotel room in light of confessions that had been made.

[Killian O'Donnell]

Killian ran his hand up and down her back as he listened to her before letting it settle on her lower back, just above the sheet. "No I suppose you wouldn't," He replied with a knowing look. The only reason he'd look up a jackass like that would be to put a bullet in his chest. "Is that when you came to New York?" Killian wasn't sure what was possessing him to prod into her background. He knew she appreciated that about as much as he did but he was genuinely curious about what had made her into the woman she was.

He didn't expect her to answer so he glanced up at the ceiling for a moment before deciding to offer a tidbit of information about his past as well. "My parents died when I was younger. I worked on a ship for awhile after that." That was more then pretty much anyone knew about his life. Sure, most knew his parents had died but they didn't know he'd worked on a ship. Or that that had been the real turning point in his life when he realized he couldn't abide by anyone having some sort of authority over him. Even in Five Points, there was a leader of the gang but nobody ever issued orders to him. He didn't take them well.

He watched as a large smile spread over her face and he wondered what it was she was thinking about. He glanced outside and saw the shadows were starting to lengthen and he knew he should be getting back to work but he wasn't in any rush to walk away from a rare moment of solitude with Sarah. This was probably the most privacy they'd ever had considering most of their rendezvous were in her apartment above Caprice Hall.

[Sarah Williams]

Sarah shook her head, reveling in the feel of his large hand against the small of her back, felt the heat radiating from it and knew what that hand was capable of. She tried to refocus on his question, though she didn't quite know why it was so important to answer him, she generally kept answers to questions about her past vague and to the point. There was a lot that had happened between the last time she saw her father and she had taken the train to New York, a lifetime of things that she wasn't yet ready to discuss - even with Killian. "Naomi sent for me once she bought Caprice," Sarah explained, lifting a hand and combing it through her own dark hair that was knotted and tousled from their earlier activities. "We knew each other in San Francisco."

For now, she left it at that as she listened to the low timbre of his voice offer a bit of himself, a bit that if she had to hazard a guess she would think that not very many knew about. And while few would say it was eloquent, Sarah knew what it was that he offered it at all and she felt honored in perhaps a twisted sort of way. She shifted beside him, pressing closer and letting her hand fall from her own hair to settle on top of his, thumbing at the short bristles of it. "I've never been on a ship," She said, thinking back to when she used to walk along the bay in San Francisco and see the tall lines of the ships as they came in, but that had only ever been as close as she got. "Ridden a horse, been on a train," She said, her voice taking on a playful tone as her fingers slid over his hair, pausing to caress the curve of his ear. "But never a ship."

[Killian O'Donnell]

Killian nodded as she answered his question how he expected she would, evasively. Not that he could blame her, he wasn't really sure what had peaked his curiosity enough to make him even ask. He knew that if he was asked about his past he would answer the same way. Well either he'd answer evasively or he'd glare until the person retracted the question and left him in peace. "I'd take a horse or a train any day over a ship." He preferred to stay on dry land these days, his time on the ship he'd worked on hadn't been particularly rewarding.

A grin crossed his face as she ran her fingers over his hair and his ear and he tightened his grip on her hip for a moment before relaxing. "A lot of people don't take well to ships, makes them sick." He hadn't been one of those people but he'd seen plenty of them while he'd worked aboard the ship. Once he'd gotten off the ship and entered New York he knew he wouldn't get back on one again. He certainly didn't miss Ireland enough to go back and there were too many places in the states he could travel to ever be tempted back there again.

[Sarah Williams]

"Horses and trains have their merits," Sarah agreed, thinking particularly of the horses and of when she used to ride - the wind in her hair and the free feeling of the powerful animal beneath her was like nothing else that she had ever experienced. It was sometimes things like that, that she had missed the most - the simple things that she had grown up with out West that had no place here in a crowded city, stacked with people. For the briefest of moments she wondered if Killian had ever been West, she knew enough to know that he traveled and that he hadn't been in the city when she first arrived - she imagined they would have met before they did if he had been. But she didn't dare ask as she knew it wasn't a question likely to be answered and that he would tell her in his own time if he had a mind too.

"That's what I've heard," Sarah said when he talked about people getting sick on ships, she'd heard it often enough from sailors and others that she had chanced across a time or two. "Kind of wondered if I might be one who would," Sarah said, letting her thumb trail down from his ear to touch against the corner of his mouth where it lingered before dropping away and she smirked up at him. "Just never had the chance to find out..." She pushed herself up slightly and let her hair fall down around them as she dipped her head and pressed a saucy kiss against his mouth. "...don't think I will."

[Killian O'Donnell]

Killian nodded slowly as he began to trail his hand over her back again. "That they do," He replied. He'd always enjoyed riding horses. Of course more times then not when he was riding a horse he was running from something. The law, a scorned husband, someone he owed money too. That wasn't always the case but nine times out of ten it was. He had never owned his own horse only stolen one when the occasion had called for it. Then again he'd also suffered in the saddle when he'd been in it too long but that wasn't something he liked to dwell on.

"I think you'd be someone who would have sea legs," He said with a grin as he pushed her hair back off of her face when she looked up at him. He returned the kiss, his free hand wrapping around her hair and coming to rest at the back of her head. "No plans to travel?" He asked with a smirk as he leaned up to press another kiss to her lips. He knew he shouldn't because too many kisses between them would inevitably lead to another round of what they'd just finished and he really didn't want to have to rush that with her.

[Sarah Williams]

"You think so, do you?" Sarah said, laughing a little as his hand wrapped possessively in her hair and pulled her in for another kiss and she felt the air beginning to heat around them once again. Always a dangerous possibility with them and time being what it was, Sarah knew it wouldn't be smart to let things linger in that direction for long, but she wasn't inclined to untangle herself from him either. So she stayed as she was, hovering over him as she considered his question about travel.

She supposed she would consider it if circumstances presented themselves, but the truth was, she was rather happy here in New York for the moment. She had a steady job she loved, Naomi having given her mostly free reign with the stage show and she had a comfortable place to live upstairs at Caprice. All things considered, she rather liked the city, with it's bustle and activity and if she looked hard enough she could even find little snatches to remind her of the land and life she had left behind. "Not at the moment," She said finally, lifting her hand and resting it on the expanse of Killian's chest, tracing a design there. "Plus traveling is no fun alone," She added, dipping her head and catching his mouth in another kiss, even as her mind told her they should probably stop.

[Killian O'Donnell]

"Aye, I do," He said as his eyes traveled down the length of her body. His hand followed the path his eyes made as far as it could before traveling back up to rest at the nape of her neck. Killian listened to her response silently before returning her kiss, a smile dancing across his lips. He knew what she meant when she said it was no fun to travel alone. He'd never been one for traveling by himself. Then again since he'd come to New York and joined Five Points all those years ago he hadn't really been on his own.

"That is certainly true," Killian responded after a moment. He sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He should be getting up and getting ready but he'd wait for Sarah to say she had to leave first. Killian couldn't remember a time when he'd actually enjoyed a woman's company after he'd been to bed with her, but Sarah had always been a bit different. "You working tonight?"