<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6212/6869609216_eba4506c6e_n.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Nathan couldn't help but chuckle at Ellie's observation about how little chat went on in the rooms. “I bet...” he said, eyes drifting down her back as she turned to lead him away with her. With fascination that seemed counter-intuitive for the situation, his gaze traced the curls and tumbles of her hair, parsing out where it fell across her shoulders and down her back against the brighter red of the dress. The surprise and sudden, avid anticipation left him feeling briefly disoriented, focusing on tiny, beautiful details. Luckily, Ellie kept her head on straight, and he followed her eagerly.<br/><br/>He hadn't expected... well, he'd had a shrewd idea what the Fucking Gulch was for, and it'd be dishonest with himself to say he hadn't come here with an intention in mind, but he'd never thought he'd see her here! As they climbed the stairs, the Kiwi shook his head in disbelief, and tried to hide a widening grin of delight. The sweet, sexy American girl that had intrigued him with her wit, tantalised him with her flirtation and filled his dreams with her sighs was leading him to a brothel boudoir!<br/><br/>He barely glanced at the room's minimalist décor as Ellie drew him in to Room #2, instead watching her as she locked the door behind them. Nathan grinned at her acknowledgement of the awkwardness of the situation. “A bit...” he agreed, but tailed off as his eyes rested on her lips as she moistened them.<br/><br/>Nathan suddenly stepped forward, closing the gap even as Ellie backpeddalled. One hand rested on her shoulder, the other plunged beneath the burning waterfall of her hair, grasping the back of her head gently and turning her face up to his. The taller man leaned over her, a hint of Old Spice aftershave and fresh sweat on his jaw as he brought his firm, warm lips down, taking her in a kiss. Nathan's breath caught as he drank the faint wetness her tongue had left on Ellie's lips, and he drew them between his, massaging their soft pout tentatively.<br/><br/>His fingertips unconsciously massaged her bare upper arm as he finally broke the kiss, unleashing a shuddering sigh. “I've wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, his voice low and husky, a secret shared.