“Virgins are a tad over-rated, Gabriel,” saying his name mapped a path of goosebumps over her skin, the close quarters of the quaint bathroom making her feel a tad warm under the leather jacket. She felt herself slipping it off for now, rolling the tension from her shoulders when she draped the article of clothing on a towel rod. The dark navy color of her corset dimly reflected the light off its silk exterior. There was a black ribbon, thick and tightly bound, synching the sides together as it snaked through the silver eye-loops.

The charge inside of herself wanted to reach out to him in a way she new all too well, cravenly tempting her senses as she organized their trinkets along the open counter. Fixating her eyes on what they had did little to sync her to the task at hand. Taking a deep breath saturated her mind with the natural scent of the two of them, the alcohol on their persons, the pastel white of shoulders harshly lit under the flourescent light. With her back to him, the exhale dropped her stiff demeanor and brought a new amount of focus to rely on, the art of practice and concentration coming in handy at a time of temptation.

“I know, you’re drunk, I’m tipsy, you probably won’t even remember tonight—,”

She pushed him over with a bump of the hip, and though his stature wasn’t frail by any means, Nadine found no problem convincing him to sit back down on the toilet. Clumsy slams and knocks on the locked door, the frantic shifting of the knob, went unanswered. Nadine kept her eyes empty of reservation, wholeheartedly staring upon Gabriel in a manner that couldn’t define if she was a friend of something more predator. She had an assertive grasp on one of his hands, the palm facing up, index finger coaxed to extend out for her.

A flick of the wrist opened up his jackknife, Nadine deciding to use his own blade to prick the tip of his index finger. It beaded bright red, and her own finger followed under the blade. She would laugh softly at his surprise of the action, “Don’t worry, I promise,” Nadine quickly caught the beads on the side of the blade as she dropped his hand to pick up her lighter. “Dr. Price opened the door, but you know, teachers don’t fraternize with students, so Cassie,” the zippo’s top flipped back and the flame ignited, “Brought me into this.

Watch…”

She waited, held her words to speak internally a quiet rhyme of ethereal nature. The music, the commotion outside of their atmosphere drifted away from her attention. The drops of blood, mixing together as crimson beads, glistened when they dripped to the flame. The fire turned darker and flourished on the small wick, a long, forking tongue. She quickly abandoned the blade and greedily grabbed the flame up in her palm where it danced the webbing of her fingers and swirled the stones of her rings. Her mouth began to move in pace with her thought, lip-synching to will her steadiness. The flame embarked now from one hand, to both, and Nadine reach out to Gabriel to hold his hands in her own. 

[center][i]“Trust me.. Let the fire recognize your presence and accept what I give you."[/i][/center]