[He takes the receiver just as she crawls up on top of him, and it's too easy for a second to forget they're supposed to be calling the front desk because she's soft and warm and covering him in affection. But the voice on the other end brings him back to paying attention, and he huffs a quiet chuckle.]

Uh, yeah, hi -

[He pauses and draws in a breath at the touch of her tongue to his ear. Fuck, she's distracting in the very best ways.]

Hey can we order food up? Yeah, I know it's late but lady, we're real fuckin' hungry. We'd like a filet mignon, a couple lobster tails, a basket of fries, an' you got ice cream? Vanilla with strawberry sauce?

[The woman on the other end is apparently taking notes, so they'd damn well better deliver. What's the point of a resort if they can't get anything they like? She doesn't put up an argument at any of that, though, so hell, maybe they're in luck.]

And two cherry cokes. Yeah. Yeah, like coca-cola but with cherry, right? Uhhh. Fuck, hey baby girl, what's our room number?

[Because he sure forgot already, and really can't get up to go look right now.]