"I'll do my best..." he rumbles against her skin, but he's genuinely not promising anything. His place is much bigger than Elizabeth's, and the bed is allll the way at the end.
He does at least reluctantly break away when the elevator doors open so they can make it as far as his cabin. His door probably isn't what most people would pick out for him: highly polished and fitted with brass and iron trim, it looks like it belongs to an upper-middle-class suburbanite more than a former drug kingpin. The cabin inside is much the same: a huge, high-ceilinged front room with a fireplace, a staircase branching off to lead to what looks like at least part of an entire house.
"Bedroom's upstairs," Jesse confirms as he closes the door behind them and turns to reach for her once more. There's almost no furniture in this foyer room, but what is there -- a weirdly shabby futon and some chairs for the massive entertainment center at the end -- at least looks comfortable.
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He does at least reluctantly break away when the elevator doors open so they can make it as far as his cabin. His door probably isn't what most people would pick out for him: highly polished and fitted with brass and iron trim, it looks like it belongs to an upper-middle-class suburbanite more than a former drug kingpin. The cabin inside is much the same: a huge, high-ceilinged front room with a fireplace, a staircase branching off to lead to what looks like at least part of an entire house.
"Bedroom's upstairs," Jesse confirms as he closes the door behind them and turns to reach for her once more. There's almost no furniture in this foyer room, but what is there -- a weirdly shabby futon and some chairs for the massive entertainment center at the end -- at least looks comfortable.