Post by Holly Archer on Jan 29, 2009 19:50:39 GMT -5
As some of you know, Holly is a continued character from a game I used to be in. This scene (while newly written) is from approximately one year from present time in Crocker. Elijah is the vampire that feeds off of her often and they have a somewhat heated friendship. This scene takes place approximately two weeks after they met. I will be posting these occasionally so that everyone can see where Holly has been. My writing is in bold.
Holly was currently at the bar, she was trying her best to finish up what she could for the night, but it was busy for some reason. She got off at ten, at least she didn't have to close out for once. She knew that Elijah was coming in soon and she wanted to be able to just hang out with him as soon as he arrived. With a sigh she finished up making the last few drinks, speaking to a few customers who seemed to have a bit of a drunken crush on her. She just brushed them off, being polite. Her long blonde hair was down and wavy today, but pushed back behind her shoulders to show off the slightly low cut top she had on. That kind of clothing helped in the tip department which was most of the money she made since her hourly rate wasn't all that amazing.
It was a good night to be out. There was wind, and it was just cool enough to put a tingle on the skin. Elijah found his mind delightfully empty as he walked toward the bar, just letting fleeting impression of the past few days slip through his thoughts and then disappear into the ether. The moment he pushed open the door, though, the scent and noise of humanity struck him in a wave. The stink of them, the pure, animal presence they had! It never failed to make him take in a deep breath.
This particular night, his eyes went directly to Holly. She looked...tired. A little overworked. He wondered if she'd eaten. He wondered suddenly if he should have, before coming here. He seated himself at a barstool, propping chin on hands. "Evening."
"I'll be with you in one minute" She said holding her finger up, she hadn't even looked at him and didn't recognize his voice, so she figured it was just a customer. Holly turned towards the tap, expertly filling up a glass of beer, just enough foam on the top. She ran a hand through her hair and walked to the other side of the counter, nearly bumping into the other bartender in the process, "Sorry." She mumbled, sliding the beer across the counter, making the exchange with the money all in one fluid motion. She stuck the change into her pocket and then made her way back to the voice she had just heard, noticing it was Elijah. She sighed, standing in front of him, "I'm sorry, I thought you were a customer. Did you want anything?" She relaxed her posture, somewhat leaning against the bar. "I've just gotta clock out really."
A smirk touched his mouth. Watching her work was fascinating. Did she realise it? LIkely not, or it wouldn't interest him as much. Elijah reached over the mar, tapped a finger on Holly's knuckled. "Only want some company." he said, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the bar. "Clock out. Come for a walk."
She couldn't help but smile and wet her lips, biting the bottom one after. "Okay, I'll be right back, Don't disappear on me." Holly tapped the other bartender and said she was leaving before disappearing into the back room. She took of fher apron, wadded up her tips and slipped them into a compartment in her purse. She clocked out and made her way back out to Elijah. There was something about him that just drew her towards him, she definitely had a bit of a thing for him. Holly tapped his shoulder and slipped her hands into the leather jacket she was now wearing.
Without thinking, his hands slid under the supple leather of her jacket, relishing the soft heat of her waist against his palms. The touch was almost casual, almost detached, but his expression belied it. He tood suddenly, dotting a friendly kiss to the girl's forehead. "Let's go."
Outside the air was still clean and crisp, and as they left the noise of the bar behind, Eli could feel something falling from him. He shook his head and moved his shoulders, letting the night air wrap around him. "How was work, then?"
She shrugged, "Busy, a bit loud as usual." Holly walked along with him outside, "How was your day?" She asked, glancing up at the man, he was quite a bit taller then her, but it didn't bother her at all. She couldn't help but notice how good he smelled, the slight breeze in the air was sending it in her direction.
He didn't answer at first, just took her hand and tucked it over his arm. It was the best way to escort a lady, after all...some habit die hard, others not at all. A look up at the trees that arched over him, and he seemed to become for a moment contemplative. "Just another day. Boring." a quick smile at her. "Looked forward to coming to see you, though."
She smiled too, "It was the only thing keeping me running at work." Holly said honestly, holding onto his arm a bit tighter. "I've been up since like..Six AM. I had a class at 730, It's hard to learn about like..religious art and whatnot so early in the morning when you can't even see that well to begin with. I hate doing the theory of it, I'd rather just paint or draw or..whatever." Holly chuckled, "Sorry, I'm blabbing, aren't I?"
"You go on right ahead and babble." he laughed, it was a quiet sound, foll of some tamped-down affection. He liked listening to her voice. He imagined going to sleep to it would be lovely, and wondered, suddenly, if he ever would. He turned to her suddenly, impusiively. "How early must you be up tomorrow?"
"My first class is at twelve-thirty so I'd have to be up by eleven at least. Why?" She asked, stopping in her tracks, looking up at him. Holly raised her eyebrows, wondering what sort of sudden epiphany he had just experienced since the question was so quick.
For a moment, he wondered what had come over him. This, just this had been thir habit for weeks. Walks at nigh, him dropping her off at her door. "I'll be up all night." he said, suddenly. This was crazy. "Keep me company."
"Are you trying to set some sort of world record for being awake?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, "I guess I could." Holly wet her lips, "I can at least try my best to stay awake, if that's good enough." Holly offered, This was a little bit different, but she liked it, she was hoping when this might turn into something more then just a walk home.
He shook his head suddenly, and turned to her. There was a curl against her cheek, his hand rose slowly to brush it away. "Mm. Just. I like talking to you. LIstening to you." he wondered if he ought to kiss her, or if he'd like to. "Don't want the night to end yet."
"You're more then welcome to come in and spend more time with me." She said with a smile playing on her lips. "I'd really like that, actually. I like talking to you too." Holly turned again to walk with him, hooking her arm in his like it had been before.
As they walked, Elijah found a smile curling his lips. She was a good girl. He'd enjoy spending time with her, even if they weren't courting in any sense. The time went quickly in joking and chatting, until they were finally at her door. "Maybe I shouldn't come in. You have class tomorrow." his hands disagreed, though, and slid under her jacket again to wrap warm around her waist.
"I have class everyday, this will be a little change in my extremely boring everyday life. Come in, please." She looked up at him with a smile on her lips. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, "I want you to." He was so easy to talk to and he was smart, it was so hard to find a man that actually understood what she was talking about. Half the time other men just didn't seem to care.
He only paused a moment, something in him wishing he hadn't asked her, before letting himself be dragged into her place. The kiss she'd pressed to him was still a warm bloom on his cheek, and he found himself taking her hand, his fingers sliding over hers. "You always do get what you want, don't you?"
"Most of the time." She chuckled, leading him inside. Holly shut the door behind them and walked through the apartment, leading him into the living room area. The place was very nice and clean for a young college student, she had a ton of drawings and paintings on the wall, all of them hers of course.
Small talk aside, there was something about Holly that Eli liked. She was good - not like so many he'd known, but truly, honestly good. And she was generally game for whatever he could think up, as far as topics of conversation. He wondered, with a start, whatever she might be up for.
But leave that for now. After a moment Elijah had settled himself onto Holly's davenport and gestured for her to come near. "You need to show me your art more often."
She sat next to him and crossed her legs toward him, "Maybe. I don't show it all off, these are just the things that I really enjoy." She looked at all of them, smiling proudly as she studied the pieces. "I tell you all sorts of things about myself, but to be honest I don't really know all that much about you."
"Oh, let's keep it that way, shall we?" a playful smile, and he tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, letting the touch linger. "I don't want to lose my mysterious charm, do I?"
"Well that's hardly fair." She smirked, "I want to know more about you." Holly pulled her legs up with her onto the couch, she turned her head slightly into his touch, she enjoyed the little things like that, that he did.
"I'm very dull." he said, but didn't smile. For the first time, the touch didn't end. Slowly, Eli's fingers stroked a slow, careful line down the girl's throat, touching and spilling over her collarbone. He looked up at her, some new heat making his eyes darken. "I never get tired of knowing more of you..." he was aware of the double meaning of his words - they were chosen for that reason.
"I'm sure you're not dull.." She whispered, his fingers felt so good against her skin, she was now finding it hard to keep her eyes open. "I don't think that will be a problem, I talk a lot. I just..want to know more about you. Tell me a secret." Holly looked over his face, into his eyes, which seemed darker, though it could've just been the light.
"Oh, are we playing a game of secrets now?" that curious heat never left his eyes, even as his calloused fingers set up a slow rhythm, stroking against her skin light as a breath, her hair slipping between his fingers. "Mm Alright. A secret." a smile touched his lips. "I never finished school." it wasn't any sort of real secret, and he waited for her response with a smirk.
"Really?" She asked, "I never would have thought that. Why not?" Holly continued, running her thumb along his hand as their fingers laced together. This was slightly more intimate then the usual arm holding that happened on their walks, not that she was complaining.
A shrug. "The reason's not important." he sighed, using the arm around her waist to pull her a little closer, never letting his other hand from her skin. She was so soft. "Now you have to tell me a secret. A good one." He hoped that his teasing woudl go somewhere. Had to entertain himself somehow.
"Hmm.." She thought, pursing her lips. Holly let go of his hand and brushed her own fingertips over his stomach, she didn't know why, but her fingers were drawn there. "I'm afraid of birds. I got attacked by one at the zoo when I was little and I won't even go near them." She pointed at a scar on her shoulder, t he opposite one that his hand was touching. "You can see where it got me."
Without missing a beat, his fingers move across her collarbone and touched the little scar. His stomach shivered at her touch. It was good. Really good. Would she want to dally with him? There was no harm in it, was there? He bent, to lightly press his mouth against her scar, before looking at her face again. "Call that a secret? No...something better. Something..." a thinking expression. "Something forbidden."
"Yours wasn't a secret." She teased, "If I tell you an actual secret, you need to tell me one." Holly shivered when she felt his lips on her skin, closing her eyes for a moment. "I..um.." She was trying to think of a forbidden secret that she had, "My grandmother used to have these books in her living room that I wasn't allowed to look at. They were really old and had weird pictures in them. I used to sneak out there in the middle of the night to read them. They were about demons and evil creatures. My father used to say that my grandmother was batshit crazy, but she wasn't."
Hm. That was interesting. Forbidden books, demons and evil creatures? Treating her like a girl had been easier, at first. Some silly girl. But she wasn't, was she? No...she was grown, and he could smell the need on her, some nights. Funny, how every once in a while it would go through his mind to do something about that need, and he'd always let the thought drift off again, keep up their little walks. This time, he pulled her closer, his voice going low. "No. It's not crazy. There's a lot in this world, I think, old books could teach us."
"I agree with that. I have those books, she gave them to me when she passed away." She pointed over at a book shelf which held three quite large very old looking books. "They're my favorite smell. Old book smell." Holly blushed a little, "Tell me another secret about you." She looked over his face, brushing her fingertips along his lips.
The touch of her fingers made a shiver go through him. Lord, had it really been so long since he'd had a woman? the days and nights seemed to melt together at times...perhaps it had. Without thiking, Elijah let his lips open, his teeth closing lightly on her finger. He nipped playfully, the heat in his eyes darkening, before he released her, speaking against her hand still ."I found a forbidden book, too, when I was young." he confided. "A boy at my school had it hidden under his bed, half the pages falling out." the look on his face showed that he was remembering it, remember that first rush of strange, damp heat he'd felt all those years ago. "It was full of things I'd never heard of, never even imagined..."
She shivered at his teeth on her finger, biting her bottom lip. "That's really weird..that you found a forbidden book and so did I." Holly traced the contours of his cheeks and along his jaw bone, studying his face, memorizing every little feature. Holly moved closer to him, their faces inches apart.
He'd wondered what it would be like to kiss her. Of course he had, why not? She was attractive, once in a while she seemed to fancy him. He continued to speak with a voice soft and slightly rough around the edges, his reluctance evaporating at the feel of her breath - so warm! - against his lips. "I read it over and over again. Never gave it back to him. To this day I can still remember the pictures in it - people in all manner of poses, up to all manner of filthy things..."
"I read my books all the time, I have quite a few books about those sorts of things." She whispered, "I like that kinda stuff, I'm always drawn to it." Holly moved closer to him as her fingers trailed along his stomach and his side again. SHe tilted her head slightly, wet her lips and moved in, pressing an easy, gentle kiss to his lips, but it wasn't one of those innocent, girly kisses either.
His mouth plucked up the taste of her. It was a deeper, richer taste than he'd expected, and the one tiny kiss she'd given him made him want more. More, more as he took her face into his hands, kissed her again, again, until the conversation died a quiet death.
Walking home that night, Elijah wondered to himself why he hadn't done more than kiss her. He'd considered it, considered how easily she might be to nudge gently into toppling into bed with him. But leave that for later. There was always later.
Holly was currently at the bar, she was trying her best to finish up what she could for the night, but it was busy for some reason. She got off at ten, at least she didn't have to close out for once. She knew that Elijah was coming in soon and she wanted to be able to just hang out with him as soon as he arrived. With a sigh she finished up making the last few drinks, speaking to a few customers who seemed to have a bit of a drunken crush on her. She just brushed them off, being polite. Her long blonde hair was down and wavy today, but pushed back behind her shoulders to show off the slightly low cut top she had on. That kind of clothing helped in the tip department which was most of the money she made since her hourly rate wasn't all that amazing.
It was a good night to be out. There was wind, and it was just cool enough to put a tingle on the skin. Elijah found his mind delightfully empty as he walked toward the bar, just letting fleeting impression of the past few days slip through his thoughts and then disappear into the ether. The moment he pushed open the door, though, the scent and noise of humanity struck him in a wave. The stink of them, the pure, animal presence they had! It never failed to make him take in a deep breath.
This particular night, his eyes went directly to Holly. She looked...tired. A little overworked. He wondered if she'd eaten. He wondered suddenly if he should have, before coming here. He seated himself at a barstool, propping chin on hands. "Evening."
"I'll be with you in one minute" She said holding her finger up, she hadn't even looked at him and didn't recognize his voice, so she figured it was just a customer. Holly turned towards the tap, expertly filling up a glass of beer, just enough foam on the top. She ran a hand through her hair and walked to the other side of the counter, nearly bumping into the other bartender in the process, "Sorry." She mumbled, sliding the beer across the counter, making the exchange with the money all in one fluid motion. She stuck the change into her pocket and then made her way back to the voice she had just heard, noticing it was Elijah. She sighed, standing in front of him, "I'm sorry, I thought you were a customer. Did you want anything?" She relaxed her posture, somewhat leaning against the bar. "I've just gotta clock out really."
A smirk touched his mouth. Watching her work was fascinating. Did she realise it? LIkely not, or it wouldn't interest him as much. Elijah reached over the mar, tapped a finger on Holly's knuckled. "Only want some company." he said, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the bar. "Clock out. Come for a walk."
She couldn't help but smile and wet her lips, biting the bottom one after. "Okay, I'll be right back, Don't disappear on me." Holly tapped the other bartender and said she was leaving before disappearing into the back room. She took of fher apron, wadded up her tips and slipped them into a compartment in her purse. She clocked out and made her way back out to Elijah. There was something about him that just drew her towards him, she definitely had a bit of a thing for him. Holly tapped his shoulder and slipped her hands into the leather jacket she was now wearing.
Without thinking, his hands slid under the supple leather of her jacket, relishing the soft heat of her waist against his palms. The touch was almost casual, almost detached, but his expression belied it. He tood suddenly, dotting a friendly kiss to the girl's forehead. "Let's go."
Outside the air was still clean and crisp, and as they left the noise of the bar behind, Eli could feel something falling from him. He shook his head and moved his shoulders, letting the night air wrap around him. "How was work, then?"
She shrugged, "Busy, a bit loud as usual." Holly walked along with him outside, "How was your day?" She asked, glancing up at the man, he was quite a bit taller then her, but it didn't bother her at all. She couldn't help but notice how good he smelled, the slight breeze in the air was sending it in her direction.
He didn't answer at first, just took her hand and tucked it over his arm. It was the best way to escort a lady, after all...some habit die hard, others not at all. A look up at the trees that arched over him, and he seemed to become for a moment contemplative. "Just another day. Boring." a quick smile at her. "Looked forward to coming to see you, though."
She smiled too, "It was the only thing keeping me running at work." Holly said honestly, holding onto his arm a bit tighter. "I've been up since like..Six AM. I had a class at 730, It's hard to learn about like..religious art and whatnot so early in the morning when you can't even see that well to begin with. I hate doing the theory of it, I'd rather just paint or draw or..whatever." Holly chuckled, "Sorry, I'm blabbing, aren't I?"
"You go on right ahead and babble." he laughed, it was a quiet sound, foll of some tamped-down affection. He liked listening to her voice. He imagined going to sleep to it would be lovely, and wondered, suddenly, if he ever would. He turned to her suddenly, impusiively. "How early must you be up tomorrow?"
"My first class is at twelve-thirty so I'd have to be up by eleven at least. Why?" She asked, stopping in her tracks, looking up at him. Holly raised her eyebrows, wondering what sort of sudden epiphany he had just experienced since the question was so quick.
For a moment, he wondered what had come over him. This, just this had been thir habit for weeks. Walks at nigh, him dropping her off at her door. "I'll be up all night." he said, suddenly. This was crazy. "Keep me company."
"Are you trying to set some sort of world record for being awake?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, "I guess I could." Holly wet her lips, "I can at least try my best to stay awake, if that's good enough." Holly offered, This was a little bit different, but she liked it, she was hoping when this might turn into something more then just a walk home.
He shook his head suddenly, and turned to her. There was a curl against her cheek, his hand rose slowly to brush it away. "Mm. Just. I like talking to you. LIstening to you." he wondered if he ought to kiss her, or if he'd like to. "Don't want the night to end yet."
"You're more then welcome to come in and spend more time with me." She said with a smile playing on her lips. "I'd really like that, actually. I like talking to you too." Holly turned again to walk with him, hooking her arm in his like it had been before.
As they walked, Elijah found a smile curling his lips. She was a good girl. He'd enjoy spending time with her, even if they weren't courting in any sense. The time went quickly in joking and chatting, until they were finally at her door. "Maybe I shouldn't come in. You have class tomorrow." his hands disagreed, though, and slid under her jacket again to wrap warm around her waist.
"I have class everyday, this will be a little change in my extremely boring everyday life. Come in, please." She looked up at him with a smile on her lips. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, "I want you to." He was so easy to talk to and he was smart, it was so hard to find a man that actually understood what she was talking about. Half the time other men just didn't seem to care.
He only paused a moment, something in him wishing he hadn't asked her, before letting himself be dragged into her place. The kiss she'd pressed to him was still a warm bloom on his cheek, and he found himself taking her hand, his fingers sliding over hers. "You always do get what you want, don't you?"
"Most of the time." She chuckled, leading him inside. Holly shut the door behind them and walked through the apartment, leading him into the living room area. The place was very nice and clean for a young college student, she had a ton of drawings and paintings on the wall, all of them hers of course.
Small talk aside, there was something about Holly that Eli liked. She was good - not like so many he'd known, but truly, honestly good. And she was generally game for whatever he could think up, as far as topics of conversation. He wondered, with a start, whatever she might be up for.
But leave that for now. After a moment Elijah had settled himself onto Holly's davenport and gestured for her to come near. "You need to show me your art more often."
She sat next to him and crossed her legs toward him, "Maybe. I don't show it all off, these are just the things that I really enjoy." She looked at all of them, smiling proudly as she studied the pieces. "I tell you all sorts of things about myself, but to be honest I don't really know all that much about you."
"Oh, let's keep it that way, shall we?" a playful smile, and he tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, letting the touch linger. "I don't want to lose my mysterious charm, do I?"
"Well that's hardly fair." She smirked, "I want to know more about you." Holly pulled her legs up with her onto the couch, she turned her head slightly into his touch, she enjoyed the little things like that, that he did.
"I'm very dull." he said, but didn't smile. For the first time, the touch didn't end. Slowly, Eli's fingers stroked a slow, careful line down the girl's throat, touching and spilling over her collarbone. He looked up at her, some new heat making his eyes darken. "I never get tired of knowing more of you..." he was aware of the double meaning of his words - they were chosen for that reason.
"I'm sure you're not dull.." She whispered, his fingers felt so good against her skin, she was now finding it hard to keep her eyes open. "I don't think that will be a problem, I talk a lot. I just..want to know more about you. Tell me a secret." Holly looked over his face, into his eyes, which seemed darker, though it could've just been the light.
"Oh, are we playing a game of secrets now?" that curious heat never left his eyes, even as his calloused fingers set up a slow rhythm, stroking against her skin light as a breath, her hair slipping between his fingers. "Mm Alright. A secret." a smile touched his lips. "I never finished school." it wasn't any sort of real secret, and he waited for her response with a smirk.
"Really?" She asked, "I never would have thought that. Why not?" Holly continued, running her thumb along his hand as their fingers laced together. This was slightly more intimate then the usual arm holding that happened on their walks, not that she was complaining.
A shrug. "The reason's not important." he sighed, using the arm around her waist to pull her a little closer, never letting his other hand from her skin. She was so soft. "Now you have to tell me a secret. A good one." He hoped that his teasing woudl go somewhere. Had to entertain himself somehow.
"Hmm.." She thought, pursing her lips. Holly let go of his hand and brushed her own fingertips over his stomach, she didn't know why, but her fingers were drawn there. "I'm afraid of birds. I got attacked by one at the zoo when I was little and I won't even go near them." She pointed at a scar on her shoulder, t he opposite one that his hand was touching. "You can see where it got me."
Without missing a beat, his fingers move across her collarbone and touched the little scar. His stomach shivered at her touch. It was good. Really good. Would she want to dally with him? There was no harm in it, was there? He bent, to lightly press his mouth against her scar, before looking at her face again. "Call that a secret? No...something better. Something..." a thinking expression. "Something forbidden."
"Yours wasn't a secret." She teased, "If I tell you an actual secret, you need to tell me one." Holly shivered when she felt his lips on her skin, closing her eyes for a moment. "I..um.." She was trying to think of a forbidden secret that she had, "My grandmother used to have these books in her living room that I wasn't allowed to look at. They were really old and had weird pictures in them. I used to sneak out there in the middle of the night to read them. They were about demons and evil creatures. My father used to say that my grandmother was batshit crazy, but she wasn't."
Hm. That was interesting. Forbidden books, demons and evil creatures? Treating her like a girl had been easier, at first. Some silly girl. But she wasn't, was she? No...she was grown, and he could smell the need on her, some nights. Funny, how every once in a while it would go through his mind to do something about that need, and he'd always let the thought drift off again, keep up their little walks. This time, he pulled her closer, his voice going low. "No. It's not crazy. There's a lot in this world, I think, old books could teach us."
"I agree with that. I have those books, she gave them to me when she passed away." She pointed over at a book shelf which held three quite large very old looking books. "They're my favorite smell. Old book smell." Holly blushed a little, "Tell me another secret about you." She looked over his face, brushing her fingertips along his lips.
The touch of her fingers made a shiver go through him. Lord, had it really been so long since he'd had a woman? the days and nights seemed to melt together at times...perhaps it had. Without thiking, Elijah let his lips open, his teeth closing lightly on her finger. He nipped playfully, the heat in his eyes darkening, before he released her, speaking against her hand still ."I found a forbidden book, too, when I was young." he confided. "A boy at my school had it hidden under his bed, half the pages falling out." the look on his face showed that he was remembering it, remember that first rush of strange, damp heat he'd felt all those years ago. "It was full of things I'd never heard of, never even imagined..."
She shivered at his teeth on her finger, biting her bottom lip. "That's really weird..that you found a forbidden book and so did I." Holly traced the contours of his cheeks and along his jaw bone, studying his face, memorizing every little feature. Holly moved closer to him, their faces inches apart.
He'd wondered what it would be like to kiss her. Of course he had, why not? She was attractive, once in a while she seemed to fancy him. He continued to speak with a voice soft and slightly rough around the edges, his reluctance evaporating at the feel of her breath - so warm! - against his lips. "I read it over and over again. Never gave it back to him. To this day I can still remember the pictures in it - people in all manner of poses, up to all manner of filthy things..."
"I read my books all the time, I have quite a few books about those sorts of things." She whispered, "I like that kinda stuff, I'm always drawn to it." Holly moved closer to him as her fingers trailed along his stomach and his side again. SHe tilted her head slightly, wet her lips and moved in, pressing an easy, gentle kiss to his lips, but it wasn't one of those innocent, girly kisses either.
His mouth plucked up the taste of her. It was a deeper, richer taste than he'd expected, and the one tiny kiss she'd given him made him want more. More, more as he took her face into his hands, kissed her again, again, until the conversation died a quiet death.
Walking home that night, Elijah wondered to himself why he hadn't done more than kiss her. He'd considered it, considered how easily she might be to nudge gently into toppling into bed with him. But leave that for later. There was always later.
