O'Hara's eyes widened, and she quickly matched Finn's pace. "Oh?" she purred, slipping her arm around Finn's waist and poking her hip. "Are you already daydreaming about what you'll do to me?" A smirk tugged at her rouge lips. For as much as they kissed and how much of her paint had rubbed off onto Finn, O'Hara's lips were still the same bold red they'd been when she entered the bar. She lowered her lips directly beside Finn's ear and whispered, "I can't wait~"
Finn bit her lip to suppress a moan, her face flushing once more at O'Hara's touch. She looked up at the woman's face, her eyes immediately drawn to her crimson lips - practically shining their bright red in the moonlight. Thought she didn't want to admit it, the sight of her did make her daydream a bit… especially as the whisper tickled Finn's ear.
At O'Hara's pace, they crossed the park reached her car quickly. The driver saw them coming and opened the door to the backseat for them. O'Hara briefly nodded to him and slid inside, pulling Finn with her. She had the girl pressed against her in the instant the door was shut.
Finn smiled all the way back, grinning like an idiot as they again slid into the car, yelping slightly with surprise as she was pulled closer to O'Hara. She instinctively leaned heavily on the other, practically laying on her while she stroked O'Hara's gentle hands. "To the hotel…" She mumbled sleepily, dreamily, smiling as she thought to herself.
"To the hotel," O'Hara repeated to her driver as he got in. "If you please, sir."
He looked in the mirror and nodded. "Of course, Dr. O'Hara." Without even being told to, the man used the controls to slid the center panel back up between them.
Slowly, O'Hara slid across the seats so she was up against the door on the opposite side of the one they'd entered. She used her hands to adjust their positioning so Finn could lay across the seats with her head in O'Hara's lap. The doctor gently stroked her hair and hummed softly.
Finn whined softly in protest as O'Hara moved away from her, but sighed and relaxed in content as she laid across her luxurious lap. She was the most comfortable she had ever been, tracing her fingers playfully along O'Hara's thigh as they drove off.
O'Hara's fingers weaved into Finn's hair gently, and she emitted a soft gasp as Finn began to touch her thigh. "All or nothing, darling," she murmured, looking down at the girl and then out the window at the passing cars.
Finn gently caressed her creamy skin, sighing as she felt her mind wander through the lulling sound of traffic, her consciousness slipping before they even arrived to the hotel. She was incredibly comfortable with O'Hara, more comfortable than she had ever previously been. The woman's touch was enough to make her feel at peace.
O'Hara continued petting Finn's hair. It was so soft on her fingers, and she thoroughly enjoyed the feel of it. She glanced down and saw the girl's eyes beginning to glaze over and blink shut. "Don't fall asleep quite yet, my darling," she murmured, looking back out the window. "The night has barely begun."
Finn awoke to the car slowing significantly, and the onset of golden lights that casted themselves through the window, she sat up, the feel of O'Hara's fingers still buzzing through her hair as she smiled and rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes. "Oh god I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
O'Hara was only smiling. "Darling, it's alright," she murmured, sweetly cupping Finn's face. "You looked beautiful as you slept, and I didn't want to wake you. But we're here now." She drew her in for a surprisingly gentle kiss before the driver opened the door. "Go on now," she cooed after pulling away.
Finn blushed, then sighed at the feel of the soft kiss half in a drunken daze as she slowly emerged from the vehicle, looking back to her O'Hara. "This is very nice…."
O'Hara grinned and rose to her full height outside the car. "Yes, and if it wasn't, I wouldn't live here now would I?" she purred, slipping her arm through Finn's and leading her inside.
Finn snickered, then gasped once she had the full view of the interior. It was far more spectacular than ay of the hotels she had stayed in personally.
"You live… here?"
O'Hara chuckled quietly. "Indeed I do. Let's take the elevator, my room is on the eighth floor." She winked and guided Finn over gently to the elevators at the side of the lobby. Her delicate finger pressed the button, and the door opened to admit them. After stepping inside, she pressed the button marked "8" and the doors closed, leaving them alone again.
Finn leaned on O'Hara through the whole process, feeling the peak of the buzz as she closed her eyes and dramily swayed as the elevator rose. She yawned gently, watching through the glass wall and admiring how truly magnificent the establishment was
O'Hara had spent much of her American life living in this building, so what she was seeing wasn't new. She didn't need to watch anything except Finn, who she refused to take her eyes off of.
Finn felt her gaze linger back to O'Hara, as a smile drew across her crimson-stained lips. She chuckled, holding tighter as the elevator began to slow and the ding of its accomplishment alerted them that they, indeed, were on the 8th floor.
O'Hara looked at Finn's lips again and laughed. "Would you like to borrow my color sometime? It looks really good on you." The doors opened, and O'Hara smirked and led Finn down the beautifully furnished hallway.
Finn laughed, striding down the lavish hall, arm around O'Hara. "I like it when you put it on me." She teased
"Oh, don't you worry about that, my darling," O'Hara purred silkily, heading to the door so the pair could enter her room. "Don't you worry…" The interior was rich, chic, stylish, elegant but somehow tied together and simple. The color scheme consisted of whites, blues, browns, and beiges.
Finn was in awe, stumbling into the room in a dazed trance as she admired every intricate detail. "God… Eleanor this is… this is incredible."
She tentatively sat on an ottoman, laughing at how soft it was
O'Hara smirked, setting her keys down on the counter and sliding her arms out of the sleeves of her coat. "I survive," she replied, laughing slightly. "You can sit down, it isn't going to break," she teased, noting Finn's hesitence.
FInn graciously accepted, lounging luxuriously into the material as she sighed with delight. "Oh… oh this is good…"
O'Hara watched her with an amused smile. "Are you done yet? Because if you'd like… I know a place that's a bit better…"