On a dark and stormy night

Exosus

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In an infinite universe, there are infinite possibilities.

This is a thread given to exploring those possibilities, stemming from one phrase: "It was a dark and stormy night." and the infinite variations on this phrase.

So please, sit back and watch as Caspai and myself show you a realm where anything is possible, on a dark and stormy night.

OOC: this is a closed thread for myself, and Caspai, for now.
 
The elevator

Meaghan

Damn, damn, damn, Meaghan thought to herself. Could just one more thing possibly go wrong? She was already late to the business dinner. Jake wasn't going to forgive that soon. It was his first time being invited along by the partners, and he had wanted her to be there with him, adding just the right look. Young, happy corporate couple...

All she had had to do was go back to the office for one forgotten report. It had to be summarized for the client meeting the next morning, and it couldn't just be put off. So what happens? First a flat tire, and a missing tire iron, and then, wouldn't you know, the battery of the cell phone was dead. When she started trying to walk for help, a storm had let loose, drenching her from head to foot.

By the time she made it back to the office, she was a mess. She would just have to call Jake and try to explain. That is, if the phones hadn't been turned off for the night. It had taken her quite a bit longer to make it here than she had anticipated. The storm kept increasing, sheets of rain slashing down. The gutters were flooded, and styrofoam cups and old newspapers were being washed down the deserted street. As a particularly close lightning strike hits, the thunder following right on top of it, she opens the door and walks to the elevator. There is already someone standing in front of it, a man, but looking at her watch, she decides she just doesn't have the time to wait until the next elevator comes. Walking purposfully forward, she touches the "up" button, which is already glowing. She then pulls out her planner, intending to look too busy for him to bother trying to converse with.
 
Mark

Mark stood in front of the elevator, his arms crossed as he shook his head.
Why do they have to always insist on downloading things from their email... I mean, come on, after 4 viruses, you'd think they'd learn... but no... it's always the same, I'm always in here, formatting and reinstalling everything. It makes me want to scream.

His hair, tangled and scruffy as always, matched his three day shadow and his rumpled clothes, but then his personal appearance wasn't that important. After all, who was going to see him, he had basically no social life, no girlfriend, nothing. And he sort of enjoyed being like that.

He looked up, at the footsteps next to him and saw the soaking wet womans, pressing the button, even though it was obvious that it had already been pressed.

Oh gods, one of those. Pretty though. Very pretty, even when she's soaked

"You know, the button already was pressed. No need to press it again. It won't make the thing come any faster"
 
Meaghan

Water drips from her long blond onto her planner as she looks slowly up at him. Had he actually spoken to her? Didn't he know the rules? They were supposed to be able to ignore the existance of each other, and he had broken through that barrier to actually speak to her.

"I'm so sorry, did you say something to me?"

Feeling his eyes sweep up and down her, checking out her appearance, she gritted her teeth, looking up, counting to ten. Why was it that every male on the face of the earth felt that they had the right to look at a woman? Even one who had been caught in the rain for an hour wasn't safe.

"Listen, we have to be near each other for precisely the time it takes for me to make it to the 14th floor. If I promise to keep to myself, do you think that perhaps you might be able to do the same?"

As she finished her little speech, the elevator dinged, and the doors open. Stepping in, she punched the button marked "14", and then stood back so that he could make his choice as well.
 
Rolling his eyes, Mark stepped in and pressed the button for the 16th floor, eyeing her up and down.

Ah, a suit from 14... gods, she thinks she's so crash hot, perhaps I should show her where she stands

"Jesus Christ, you're a snooty bitch aren't you. Think you're better than me? It wouldn't kill you to be polite. Fucking suit."

He leant against the opposite wall, his eyes fixed on her and narrowed in anger, his arms folded, almost daring her to try something.
 
Meaghan

Her eyes widen in disbelief. Had he actually said that to her? How dare he?! I mean, just look at him? Could he possibly look just a little bit grungier? Thinking that, her own hand lifts to her dripping hair with a grimace.

The door closes, and they are alone in the elevator. A slight nervous tremour runs through her, but she takes a deep breath and waits as the elevator begins to rise. It will only be a minute or two, and then she would be in her office. She could use the blow drier in her bathroom to dry off a bit. It wouldn't solve everything, but it would be a start. Then she would have to call Chez...

All of the sudden, the elevator stopped, and the lights went off. How could it just stop like that? And how could it be this dark? She couldn't even see the hand in front of her face. Moving forward with her hands in front of her, she reaches for the button panel and begins hitting buttons at random, knowing that it will do no good.

"Damn, damn, damn!!! This can't be happening, not right now. Not right now!!!"
 
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Mark

The lift began to rise, and then, suddenly everything went black.

"Well, shit." He muttered, as he heard the suit pushing buttons and half panicking.

"Oh quit that, it's not going to do shit, and it'll just get on my nerves. The power's obviously gone out, and we'll just have to sit here till it goes back on."

He shrugged, invisibly as he continued to look around, hoping to get some vision back
 
Meaghan

Whirling around to the direction of the voice, at least she hoped it was, she glared. Then she became angry because she knew he wouldn't be able to see it.

"I know that the power has gone out. I am very well aware that he power has gone out. I just happen to be a little bit frustrated right now, and I am so sorry if that is upsetting to you."

Opening her purse, she fumbles around for a lighter and her cigarettes, hands shaking. Pulling them out, she lights one with shakey hands, the flame lighting up her face for a few seconds.
 
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Producing a cigarette of his own, he quickly lit up, taking advantage of the light to study the suit a little more... She really was pretty, even more so when she was nervous, pity about the attitude though.

"Not upsetting me... I just think it's pointless, and therefore not worth the effort. And since we're going to be stuck in here for gods know how long, I'm Mark."

He studied the spot where the other cigarette was, so that he had some idea of where to face
 
Meaghan

Lifting a shaking hand to take a long drag from her cigarette, she looks over where Mark is standing, able to mark the place with the glowing tip of his own cigarette.

"Mark? Well, Mark, I am Meaghan, and this elevator shutting down, just at this particular moment, is just about to completely destroy three years of work for me. If that makes pushing those buttons, hoping for some sort of response, hopeless, then I don't have much to lose by pushing them, do I?"

Reaching out, she pushes a button at random before turning around to begin pacing, feeling the first waves of panic begin to build within her.

"This would have to happen just right now. The perfect blasted ending to the perfect blasted day. I should have known better than to think it would end any other way."
 
Mark frowned in the dark, hearing her frantically push the buttons and then gently reached out, placing a hand on what he hoped was her shoulder.

"Been a bad day? You want to talk about it?"

He wasn't sure, but he figured that she was getting panicky and that a voice, or at least an ear might help calm her down
 
Meaghan

Taking a deep drag from her cigarette, she pushes back her sodden hair with a shaking hand, feeling cold water soaking into the cloth on her shoulders. The sound of the disembodied voice, trying to sooth her, made her feel horrible. What kind of a monster had she become?

"Mark, did you say? I am sorry that I snapped at you before. It just seems that everything I touch, everything I try to build, always ends up splintering just as it is about to really start to work. Being stuck in this damn elevator, just right now, is symbolic of every damn thing in my life right now. I am going to lose an account, and if I do that, I am going to lose my job, but none of that will mean anything, because if I don't get out of this damn elevator, I am going to lose my mind!"


Smashing her hands into the closed doors of the elevator, the cigarette she is holding flys out of her hand and onto the floor. Quickly, she steps on the burning end of it so that it doesn't begin to smoulder. Beginning to pace, Meaghan feels the tension inside of her beginning to build.

"You would think that they would have done something by now, don't you? I mean, they aren't going to just forget about us up here, are they? How long could we possibly be in here for? Damn!!!"
 
Mark pursed his lips and sighed

"The only people here are security... and they don't pay attention to the lifts. Power's probably on downstairs, just not upstairs."

He extinguished his own cigarette and looked through the darkness

"I gotta admit, I'm glad I'm trapped in here with someone else... I can't imagine what it'd be like being in here alone."

He shivered involuntarily
 
Meaghan

"So, you hate all of this as much as I do? I mean, being stuck here? So which is it for you, the dark or the small space? I feel like if I don't get out of here, I am going to start screaming and not stop."

*Walking over to where Mark is standing, she holds out her hand with a genuine smile for the first time.*

"I am sorry I have been being such a bitch, but when things start happening that are out of my control, I tend to get a bit jumpy. Have you ever felt like that?"
 
Slipping his hand into hers, he pulled her close

"The thing that terrifies me the most is being alone. I can't stand it. Control never was important to me. I find it's more fun to loose control and simply obey your instincts and feelings. It adds an element of danger to life."

He gently reached out and brushed Meaghan's face, smiling softly in the darkness.

"If I had been in here, by myself, I would have fallen apart by now. So thank you..."
 
Meaghan

*Feeling herself pulled gently toward Mark, his words cutting through the darkness, Meaghan feels him bring his hand to her face, gently running fingers down the side, not quite brushing the still-wet hair. Alarm signals start going off in her head, and out of instinct, her hand flies, slashing across his face, making a deafening crack that seems to echo through the very small space. Seeing the shocked look of hurt enter his eyes, Meaghan impulsively returns her hand to his redening cheek, seeing him flinch, but only caressing the injury she had caused.*

"Oh, I am so sorry..."

*Looking into his eyes, she feels herself pulled by something she doesn't quite understand, and, leaning closer, Meaghan's lips slowly meet Marks in a soft kiss.*
 
Mark blinked, his cheek still smarting from the slap.

What the hell is going on? She slaps me, and now she kisses me... Why the hell am I standing here?

His mind suddenly awake, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, his tongue gently flicking against her lips as he kissed her back, the warmth of her body tantalising and teasing him.
 
Meaghan

*Feeling the warmth of the body pressed so close to hers, Meaghan briefly closes her eyes and lets her body override her mind as sensations begin to sweep over her. Raising her arms to circle Mark's neck, Meaghan feels her tightening nipples begin to rub against the wet lace of her bra, and her breath catches in her throat. As his tongue begins to tease her lips, she takes a deep breath, all of her senses jumping to life. She smells the soft smoke on his clothes from the cigarette, and feels the roughness of the whiskers on his face rubbing her chin and cheeks pleasantly. Mark's wrinkled clothes were soft to her touch, somehow comforting in their comfortable informality. At the touch of his tongue on her lips, she opens them, yearning for the deepening of the kiss that she knows is inevitable...*
 
Mark felt Meaghan's lips part, and could almost feel her submission as his tongue darted into her mouth, gracefully flicking against, and dancing with hers as his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly against him.

Th kiss was all now, nothing else filled his mind except wanting to kiss this beauty forever.

His hand gently danced up her stomach, and, meeting no protest, slid inside Meaghan's top, cupping one of her breasts, and gently squeezing
 
*He wasn't anything like Jake at all. Maybe that was what she found so attractive. Jake had become so controlling lately, and yet there were also long periods of time when he would just seem to forget that she was even alive. Weeks would stretch, and he wouldn't call her, wouldn't answer her messages on his voice mail, wouldn't even open her emails. And then he would just be there again, as if nothing had changed between them, as if he had never ignored her at all. It was very disorienting.*

*As his had slid up to cup her breast, Meaghan gasped, and then seemed to sink more completely into the feel of his hands on her. Wrapping her arms more closely about his neck, she deepened the kiss even further, pressing her increasingly sensitive flesh more firmly into his hands.*
 
Mark sensed her complete surrender to the desire and kissed her with more passion, his fingers gently caressing her breast, teasing it, toying with the nipple gently.

He broke the kiss, and whispered in her ear "You're gorgeous, do you know that?"

His other arm wrapped around her waist slid up, as he began to remove her top
 
*The only thought Meaghan was capable of thinking, knowing what the rain must have done to her hair, make-up, and clothes, was that he must be blind...

Then he began to take off her top, and all thoughts but of what was going to happen, what she WANTED to happen, fled from her mind. Smiling, she helped him to remove her top, and then ran her hands up under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his skin under her hands.[/i]

I have heard that a time or two, actually, but thank you for saying it.

*Lifting his shirt to expose his skin, she presses soft kisses up along his ribs as, moving the shirt upwards, she reveals more of his flesh.*
 
Trying to stifle a moan as she kissed his ribs, Mark flung the shirt into a corner, and then bent his head, flicking his tongue against her breast, pulling her hard nipple into his mouth as he teased her softly, dragging her towards the ecstacy that he knew she wanted.

This was right.... this is what living dangerously was... letting the currents of the world carry you where they will, without giving a damn about the consequences. This was his World.

Gently he began to unzip her skirt, one hand caressing the cheeks of her butt as he did
 
Arching against the invading mouth, Meaghan felt swirling emotions and sensations rushing through her. Running her fingers through Marks longish hair, she pulls the back of his hair until he is looking into her eyes. She then lowers her mouth to his, meeting it in a passionate kiss as she feels the zipper of her skirt being unzipped.

Feeling the cloth slide down her legs, she kicks the pile away from her feet, and slides even closer to Mark, enjoying the feeling of her body more closely pressed to his, liking the way the buckle of his belt is digging into her. Looking into his eyes, she sees the lights of danger dancing in them, and falls more deeply into the rush of the moment, everything but the thought of the possible sensations fleeing from her mind.
 
Mark kissed her once more, and then began to kiss his way down her body, kissing her breasts, feeling her press them against him, gently teasing the nipples with his tongue.

He then continued downwards, teasing her stomach lightly, and dancing his tongue against her belly button, his finger trailing down her panty covered sex, teasing her silky treasure

"Say the words, beautiful Meaghan, and I shall bring you the pleasure you want"
 
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