Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:06:20 GMT -5
John gripped the steering wheel tightly as he glanced over at Marlena in the passenger seat. She had been silent since they left Green Mountain Medical Center. He wished that she would at least say something, anything. He would have actually listened to her discuss the latest in psychotherapy techniques at this point. John was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t tell if she was mad at him for demanding that she go with him. Whatever she was thinking, her eyes weren’t letting on. He could deal with her when she was mad, angry or sad, it was the not knowing that caused him unease. “Marlena, are you going to ignore me all night?” he asked as he steered the rental car into the valet port at the Green Mountain Biltmore. “I have nothing to say,” she said coldly, not looking at him. The valet opened her car door and helped her out. John opened his door and was about to hand over the keys when he noticed that Marlena hadn’t waited for him, but had entered the hotel lobby. John ran to catch up with her before he lost sight of her. “Marlena, wait up,” he called after her. He hated when she got like this. She turned around and stared at him before responding. “Fine,” she hissed through clenched teeth. He immediately noticed the tenseness in her stance. He caught up with her and took her elbow in his hand and proceeded to guide her to the reservation desk. “Mr. Black, so nice to see you and your wife again. I have arranged for your usual suite. Bernard will be bringing up your luggage shortly.” The young desk clerk told him. John vaguely recalled her name being something like Lorna. Upon the mention of the word wife, John noticed Marlena flinch. John looked over at Marlena before responding, “That won’t be necessary. This trip was kind of last minute and we didn’t have time to pack.” How was he going to explain the present to Marlena when she was still living in the past? “That’s not a problem Mr. Black. Would you like Cecilia to do some personal shopping for you and Mrs. Black?” John looked over at Marlena before responding. She didn’t look happy. “No, Mrs. Black, can shop for herself.” Marlena said. She was pissed. “Marlena, you just got out of the hospital. Let her do the shopping for us.” John tried to reason with her. He wanted to spend time alone with her, reconnecting, not at the mall. “Fine,” Marlena said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Get whatever the hell you want, you always seem to anyway.” She left John standing at the counter and went over and sat on a couch in the lobby. John gave Lorna a list of items that he and Marlena would need and then proceeded to the couch where his rather angry wife sat. “Doc, ready to go to them room?” John asked calmly. “Sure,” she said as she stood up and followed him to the elevator. Once the doors to the elevator closed, John pressed the button for the penthouse suite. He looked over at Marlena out of the corner of his eye. She was still pissed. As the elevator ascended so did her anger. “Goddammit, when are we going to get there?” she muttered under her breath. John felt it wise to ignore her comments so as not incite a full-scale argument. Finally, the elevator door opened to the lavish penthouse suite. John walked into the suite first, putting his wallet on the sofa table. “Oh, John,” Marlena said taking in the opulence. “You can’t afford this.” Her anger seemed to have somewhat softened. “Business has been good. It’s not a problem.” How was he going to explain that he had more money than he could ever spend in either of their lifetime? The Marlena of 1993 wasn’t used to John’s spending habits of 2005. She was just going to have to get used to it. He watched as Marlena took a tour of the penthouse, seemingly unaware of the fact that they came up here as a couple rather frequently. Upon entering the bathroom, Marlena gasped at the in-ground marble spa that sat in the center of the room. “Oh John,” she moaned. “Do you mind if I take a bath?” She felt grimy from being poked and prodded by the doctors and wanted nothing more than the remove all traces of that experience from her body. “Hell no,” he said as he lowered the plug into the drain and turned on the water. He walked over to the vanity and picked out a bottle of cherry scented bubble bath. He looked up at Marlena in the mirror and saw that she was quickly undressing. He felt himself growing hard at the sight of her. After all these years he never seemed to get tired of looking at her, lusting after her, loving her. “Do you need help?” he offered playfully. “I’m fine,” she said with some coldness still in her voice. “Is there anything to drink around here, or does Cecilia also need to get that for us?” “What are you in the mood for? Wine? Water? Scotch? Martini? Name your drink and I’ll get it.” She was still a bitch, but was getting naked so he didn’t mind as much. “How about an ice cold beer,” she said as she removed the last item of clothing and stepped into the tub. “Stop staring at me,” she demanded as her naked body sank beneath the bubbles. “Stop looking so damn appetizing,” John retorted. “That’s real mature John, juvenile as ever.” Marlena said snidely. “Marlena. Do you want to fight? Is that why you are acting this way?” He was really getting tired of her attitude and wanted to get the fight over with if that’s what Marlena was determined to do. “What makes you think that?” She tried to ask innocently. Maybe she had been a little hard on him after all. She just despised when he became so possessive of her. “Give it up. You have barely said a word to me since we left the hospital. Every time I look at you, you have the look on your face that you are pissed. Gee, don’t know why I’d think you were mad.” John said sarcastically as he walked out of the room to get her a beer. “John I don’t want to fight,” Marlena said when he reentered the bathroom with her beer. “Then be nice to me. I love you Marlena, you know that. I’m on your side. No matter what happens. You have to know that.” She hated when he picked up on her insecurities. “I know, I know,” she said as she reached for the beer bottle he held in his hand. She twisted off the top, threw the cap onto the counter and proceeded to throwback her head and down the beer. John had never seen such unladylike and arousing behavior from her. He couldn’t believe that watching her drink a beer was turning him. John didn’t know what decade this Marlena thought she was living in, but he liked it. She handed him the empty bottle while licking her lips, “Another one please,” she demanded, her words starting to slur together. Oh God. He was a goner. He couldn’t just sit there and watch her drink a beer like that. Against his better judgement, he quickly walked into the other room and brought her back another one. “Marlena, moderation please. Remember that you are on medication.” He reminded her as he handed her the bottle. Even though he wanted nothing more than to see her inebriated and uninhibited, he still felt a tinge of responsibility for her. He would never forgive himself if her alcohol consumption and medication had an adverse reaction. “See this is what pisses me off about you John Black,” Marlena said as she opened the bottle and tossed the cap on the floor. She put the bottle to her lips and licked around the rim before taking two inches of the bottleneck into her mouth. John thought he was going to cum just by watching her drink her beer. She tipped her head back and swallowed a couple of gulps. “What pisses you off Marlena?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. He rarely got an opportunity to play with Fun!Marlena. The Marlena he was accustomed to was always responsible and somewhat rigid. She could be playful at time, was sexy as hell and uninhibited in bed, but there was always a line drawn that she would not cross. Get her drunk and all bets were off. “You always want to control me,” she whined. “How?” “You think you know what is best for me.” “Because I do.” He knew his answer would piss her off but he didn’t care, he was being honest. “Bullshit," she said as she sat up in the tub, exposing her full breasts to him. She put the bottle up to her mouth and run her tongue around the rim. “Marlena, you’ve got to stop doing that honey. You’re turning me on,” John warned her. “Doing what?” she asked innocently as brought the neck of the bottle into her mouth and proceeded to slide it in and out of her mouth while occasionally taking a drink. John grabbed the bottle out of her mouth, set it down on the floor and stepped into the tub fully dressed.
