Elle walked confidently into the room, carrying a try in one hand and clean clothes in the other. Placing them down on the table, she turned silently and walked back out the door. An expectant Peter sat upright on the bed, a look of confusion on his face. She was teasing him, and wondered if he knew it.
"You're not gonna give me a little jolt?" he asked, disappointment evident in his voice. She smiled. Turning on her heel she bit her lip and sauntered in his direction.
"Why, you want one?" she asked coyly, letting her hand linger on the doorframe and then fall to her side as she approached him. Before she could reach him, however, Peter scooted his bottom off the mattress, his arms reaching out to grab her hips. Forcefully he pulled her to him, setting her down on the cot to his left. Elle was flustered, her breath catching in her throat while he gazed at her with lust in his eyes.
"Like you said, I'm starting to like 'em." He murmured. She hung on his every word, letting out a shaky breath as he added, "I'm starting to like you." Staring directly into his eyes, Elle attempted to look into both of them at once. They were beautiful; deep, chocolate orbs that swallowed her whole. She forced herself to pull her glance away, but when her gaze naturally fell to his lips she quickly pulled them back up. Yes, the eyes were much safer.
"Fine." she agreed, noticing that he had raised his hand to receive her electric shock. "Since you asked nicely." Elle lifted her hand to Peter's, but as she reached towards him he slowly pulled it away. Before she knew what was happening his lips were on hers, devouring her passionately. It was her first kiss, and as she pushed back against him a jolt of energy surged from her lips to his, and he pulled back with surprise and pain.
"Ah..." he groaned, squinting his left eye and gasping for breath. She smiled at him, letting her breath out in small spurts as if she had been exerting herself and wanted to slow her breathing down. He smirked back, holding her gaze as he stood and walked to the table where his medicine sat. As Peter turned his back Elle bit her bottom lip, savoring the sensation of his lips against hers. She watched as he picked up the small plastic cup that held his medication, and stood as he brought it to his mouth. Downing them with one smooth motion Peter felt warmth pressed against his back. Elle's fingers lazily traced the contours of his arm as she leaned her chin on his shoulder.
"Enough fun for one day?" she asked provocatively, pushing her hips against his backside. The corners of his mouth lifted and, staring at her from over his shoulder, he handed the cup back to her. She smiled and, pulling a 360 degree turn, waltzed confidently out of the room, closing the steel door behind her.
Peter took a few steps in the direction of the toilet and, after checking peripherally to see if Elle was still watching him, spit the pills out into his palm. Dropping them into the toilet and flushing, he sighed. 'Oh, well.' he thought to himself. 'There are worse means to an end.'