All day, Ellie was unbearably horny, and impatient too, and hardly able concentrate on anything for thinking about Mia. She was wet and anxious and her hands kept shaking for no reason, and as the day passed, she didn’t do much except sit at her desk and watch the clock and wait, quite desperately, for it to be five so she could go and see Mia.

Several times during the day, she thought quite seriously about going to the bathrooms and touching herself, just to ease the ache of need she was feeling. Several times she thought about dashing off at lunchtime to buy a new outfit, or new underwear, or even just a razor. Partly so she could look her best for Mia, but also to be doing something other than sitting around at work waiting. She was tempted, but she made herself not. She didn’t need new clothes, and her undies were boring, but no worse than Mia had already seen her in, and she didn’t need to do her legs either. She had that morning and when she checked, at her desk, sliding her hand over her skin, there wasn’t any scratchiness.

She tried to make herself calm down, but she didn’t really manage. She waited, instead. Impatient, and tense, and frustratedly desperate. There was one good thing, she decided. One nice thing about being so horny. She didn’t worry about what she was about to do with Mia. She was too aroused to worry. She was almost too aroused to think. She barely considered whether she’d be any good at giving Mia head, or what she should do, or anything, because she wanted Mia so much.

She couldn’t even remember whatever it was she’d been afraid of it for, and she didn’t care any more either. She just wanted to do it, and keep doing it, and not worry about anything again. She wanted to have Mia and be with Mia, and she didn’t care about a thing beyond that.

The day passed slowly, but somehow Ellie got through it. She left work at ten to five, saying she had an appointment, unable to stand waiting the last ten minutes at her desk.

She went to the hotel, and checked in, and then suddenly wondered, while filling in the registration form, whether she seemed suspicious asking for a room when she lived half an hour away. She thought, as she wrote her name, and decided she didn’t care. The hotel wouldn’t care, and she didn’t either. People probably snuck off to fuck in hotel rooms all the time, and there must be all sorts of other reasons to be here too. She might be too tired to drive home, or she’d had a fight with her partner, or maybe she just had a hotel fetish. It could be anything, and if she wasn’t going to be caring about her own worries, she wasn’t going to mind what hotel reception staff thought either.

She went to the room, and texted Mia the room number. Then she shut the curtains, and pulled all the covers off the bed so there was just a sheet, and made sure the air conditioning was warm enough. She had a shower, washing carefully, and despite herself, despite telling herself not to worry, she slid her hand over her skin again, making sure she wasn’t scratchy.

She got out the shower, and wore just the towel, and sat down on the bed to wait. She didn’t know what to do next. She was too nervous to watch TV, and hadn’t brought a laptop or book or even work with her. She did her makeup, to keep herself distracted. Her eyes and lips, because that was all she had in her bag, and even though the lip gloss would be kissed off almost right away.

She did her makeup, even though it didn’t take long at all, and then she sat and waited.

She started getting nervous, wondering if Mia had been held up. Then she made herself stop. Mia always finished work later than Ellie, and Ellie knew that, and Mia knew she did, so there was nothing to worry about yet. She got a soft drink out the room’s fridge instead, and sipped it slowly, but she didn’t feel like a drink, and didn’t like sugar, so she put it down unfinished.

She waited. That was all she had to do.

She was quite surprised how little she was worrying, and how in control of herself she was. She was surprised how effectively her desperate horniness was keeping her worrying in check. Rather that worrying about what she was about to do, or where Mia was, she was more concerned she’d start without Mia, that she’d just start touching herself if Mia took too long. She thought about sitting on her hands in case she started caressing herself without meaning to, but didn’t, because she wasn’t sure it would help. Her hands seemed safer beside her, on the bed, away from her skin.

After twenty minutes waiting, Ellie’s phone beeped. She jumped up, and opened the message. It was from Mia. It said, “Ten minutes, I can’t wait.”

That was all.

Ellie thought about answering, then decided not to. She’d told Mia not to say too much, because of the pressure to be clever and in case it spoiled some mood. Ellie decided the same applied to her and she didn’t want to do that either. Mia knew where Ellie was, and Ellie knew Mia was on the way, and there wasn’t much else that needed saying beyond that.

Ellie checked her hair and face and decided she was fine. She took off the towel she was wearing and put it back in the bathroom. She checked the air conditioning again, and turned it down slightly because the room felt a little warm and she didn’t want it so hot they got sleepy. She turned on both bedside lamps, and switched off the main room lights, and then ran out of things to do, and sat down to wait, again.

She almost couldn’t breathe, she was anticipating seeing Mia so much. Seeing Mia, and touching her, and finally tasting her properly. She was almost too excited to think.

She sat, and waited.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. Ellie jumped, even though she’d been expecting it.

She went to the door, rushing without meaning to, and called out, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Mia said. “I found you.”

“Close your eyes,” Ellie said, because she’d made a plan while she waited.

“Why?” Mia said.

“Just do.”

“Okay,” Mia said.

“They’re closed?”

“Yep.”

Ellie opened the door, carefully standing behind it. Mia was in front of it, desperately fuckable, in her work clothes, with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Don’t look,” Ellie said.

“I won’t.”

Ellie leaned out a little, and made sure the hallway was empty, then she reached and took Mia’s hand. She had to lean into the hall, but didn’t want to lean too far. She put her foot against the door to keep it open, and kept one arm over her chest, and leaned out and grabbed Mia’s hand.

“Walk towards me,” Ellie said.

Mia did, and Ellie was pleased Mia trusted her, or was brave enough to try, or whatever it was this showed about Mia. Mia took a few hesitant steps, enough she walked into the room.

Ellie moved her foot, to let the door swung closed, then caught it at the last moment. She didn’t want it to bang, and give Mia a fright. She closed the door, gently, and Mia turned a little, towards the noise.

She was facing Ellie now, so Ellie said, “Open your eyes.”

Mia did. She looked at Ellie, and grinned. “You’re not wearing much,” she said.

“Nope.”

“I like,” Mia said, and Ellie kissed her.

“You do?” Ellie said into Mia’s mouth.

“Oh god I do,” Mia said, and that was enough.

They kissed.