The Five Senses | Joe and Jill Biden | NSFW

SIGHT

Author's Note: Please understand that I am not responsible for late night fiction ideas and this was, indeed, a 3am idea. brat!Jill makes an appearance. Enjoy!

SIGHT

The hotel concierge greeted them with a bright grin.

"We're here to check in for the weekend."

"Do you have a reservation, sir?"

"Yes, it's under Jacobs." He told them. They often used Jill's maiden name to prevent the press from following them and thwarting their plans.

"Perfect, you're in room 201. I must warn you that we're a little understaffed so your room isn't quite ready yet but it should be in about fifteen minutes. I do apologize. I'll have the staff bring up your bags. Meanwhile, you're more than welcome to wait in our restaurant and lounge downstairs - at our expense."

He thanked the helpful concierge and turned around, stuffing the keycard in his pocket.

Joe reached for Jill's hand as they walked towards the restaurant. The stairs were narrow and Joe couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her incredible ass in the tight, white dress she was wearing.

He heard a few keywords like "bridal party", "Elizabeth's dress", and something about their arrival time.

"What do you think, Joe?" She inquired, over her shoulder. "Joe!" She said louder.

"Huh? Oh, yes."

"It wasn't a yes or no question." She remarked, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head.

"Jilly, with all due respect, if you're going to walk in front of me in that dress don't ask me about anything important."

"Duly noted."

The dimly lit space was swanky and had an urban feel to it. It was rather empty and there was plenty of space to spread out which they were both grateful for.

They slid into a booth tucked into the corner of the bar.

"You look ravishing." He complimented.

She reached across the table to hold his hand. "You look pretty dapper yourself."

He caressed her hand with his thumb. The eye contact sent a shiver down her spine. In order to prevent herself from leaping over the table at him, she looked around their small area for a distraction. She soon settled on a small basket of sweets.

"Mmm. Did you know that chocolate is supposed to be an aphrodisiac? Not that we've ever needed any help."

She unwrapped the chocolate and held it up to his mouth. He parted his lips enough for her to drop the delectable square onto his tongue, where it melted almost immediately.

Jill ran her fingernails across his forearms and she could see the muscles in his shoulders and arms tense under her touch.

"You might not make it through dinner if you keep this up." He threatened.

"What can I get for you two?" The waitress interrupted.

As Joe began to speak, to ask for a few more minutes to decide, he felt Jill's heel clad foot snake up his leg.

Joe momentarily searched the menu for something that sounded appetizing but the entire menu appeared out of focus and he kept reading the same three choices over and over again.

She folded her hands under her chin, looking at him expectantly, and kicked off her shoe, this time her bare foot traveled higher.

"I'll have the..." He cleared his throat, narrowed his eyes, and tossed her a scolding look. "You know, anything with red sauce will be fine. I trust your judgement."