Egon arrived at Audrey's apartment building on a warm Thursday night.
They had met countless times over the weeks.
Each encounter was more flirtatious than the last and their sexual chemistry was now impossible to deny.
They had been out for dinner (one time paid for by Peter, who came good on his promise after all, despite Egon's resistance), they had taken walks around the park (Egon had laughed at Audrey's enthusiasm for squirrels, which she had never seen before), they had met for coffee, spent nights at the cinema and had even visited the Aquarium (Audrey admitted she was scoping the place out for future school excursions) but tonight was the first time Egon was to visit Audrey's apartment.
She had insisted on cooking dinner for him, telling him she had recipes she'd been wanting to try for a while.

Egon took the elevator to Audrey's floor, found her door and straightened his tie before knocking.
Audrey greeted him with a kiss on the cheek when she opened the door.
She took the wine he'd brought and he followed her into the apartment.
The first thing Egon noticed was the smell of something delicious cooking.
He looked around her apartment while Audrey went to the kitchen to find a corkscrew.
To his right was a spacious kitchen, to his left a large lounge room with windows looking out to the city.
Bookcases lined the walls.
There were clusters of small potted plants and a terrarium on top of a table next to a window, perfectly positioned to soak up the daylight.
Audrey had a couch, a TV, a record player with stacks of records stored on a shelf nearby and a dining table.
He noticed there were still half unpacked boxes neatly arranged in a corner of the room.
"Nice place" he said, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on a rack before moving over to take a closer look at her terrarium.
"Yeah, the school didn't do too bad with finding this place" she replied, walking over to him with two glasses of wine in her hands. "I still have some unpacking to do, but I'm mostly settled in now."

Egon took the glass Audrey offered him and she clinked her glass against his before they each took a sip.
He wasn't much of a drinker, but he'd brought the wine on Peter's recommendation, thinking it may help calm his nerves.
Despite what Peter had insinuated, he wasn't sure if an invite to Audrey's apartment was an invite for something else or not.
Either way, he felt like he needed to be prepared. He took another sip of wine.
"Nice terrarium" he said, admiring it up close.
"Thanks. Most people don't seem to like them. Do you like gardening?" she asked.
"Uh, sort of. I collect spores, molds and fungus," he replied.
"Really? You'll have to show me sometime," said Audrey.
Egon was surprised at her interest in his hobby.
Peter was constantly teasing him about it and Winston would always raise an eyebrow whenever he spoke about his collection.
Ray was the only other person who got his hobby.

Egon noticed a row of framed photographs on a bookcase.
One photo in particular stood out to him.
"That's my family," said Audrey, noticing the picture Egon was looking at.
"I can tell. You all look alike," replied Egon, observing a younger Audrey happily smiling with what appeared to be her mother, father and two brothers.
"Are you close?" he asked as she stood next to him to look at the picture.
"Yeah. Well, we used to be" replied Audrey, a hint of sadness in her voice.
Egon looked at her with furrowed brows, trying to understand what she meant.
Audrey looked up at him.
"My younger brother died a few years ago in a car accident," she said, her voice cracking.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," replied Egon.
He recalled the death of his father, the pain it had caused him. He had spent years trying to bury those feelings. He empathised with Audrey.

In an act designed to break the mood, Audrey moved over to her record player and chose a Pixies record from the shelf.
"I thought I'd start your musical education tonight, Dr Spengler," she said to him with a cheeky grin as the record began to play.
"Hmmm, I think you're the one needing the musical education, Miss Blythe," he shot back with a raise of his eyebrow.
Egon loved Audrey's banter.
They shared the same dry sense of humour and he adored being with her.
Still, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was more to her past, her family, than she was letting on.

Audrey went into the kitchen to continue cooking.
Egon offered his assistance, but Audrey insisted that he sit down and relax.
"You're my guest after all," she told him.
Egon sat on a stool at her kitchen bench and watched Audrey cook.
On the street she was clumsy, always tripping over or dropping something, but here in the kitchen she was graceful, almost as if she was dancing.
They sipped wine and talked about the events of their day while Audrey cooked.
It wasn't long before they had finished the bottle. Against his better judgement, Egon agreed to opening another bottle.

Egon continued to watch Audrey.
He looked at her simple red dress with buttons all the way down the front.
Had she chosen to wear that colour on purpose, he wondered.
He couldn't help but trace the outline of her curves through the dress, especially as she bent over the stove.
He pushed his glasses up.
After all these weeks of being with Audrey, he had begun to develop feelings for her.
He had spent his whole life purposefully aloof from women, denying his feelings in order to focus on his academic pursuits,
but he'd been unable to ignore his desire for Audrey. He sat watching her, now wanting her more than anything.

They ate dinner at Audrey's dining table, which she had decorated with a small vase of flowers and candles.
She had changed the record to something more low key while they ate.
She had cooked three delicious courses for Egon, ending the meal with a rich chocolate cake.
"You're an amazing cook," he told her truthfully. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten so well.
"Thank you. Like I've told you before, it's nice to have someone to cook for," she replied with a smile.

She made Egon a coffee and placed it carefully on the table in front of the couch where he was now sitting.
She sat down next to him; her legs tucked up on the couch, and took a sip from her own coffee cup.
Audrey spoke of the places she still wanted to visit around the city while Egon looked at her face, taking in her big blue eyes and freckled nose.
It seems her days spent in the sun had brought out more little brown flecks.
She is so beautiful, he thought.
Audrey stopped talking, noticing that Egon seemed distracted.
"Are you okay?" she asked, placing her cup on the coffee table.
"Yes" he replied, placing his own cup on the table. It may have been the wine, but his feelings for Audrey began to bubble up and overflow.
He wondered if he should tell her how he felt about her, how beautiful she was.
Before he got the chance, Audrey leaned into him, softly kissing his lips.
Although it hadn't been said, she was sure he felt as strongly for her as she did for him.

Egon kissed Audrey deeper, wrapping his arms around her as she slid into his lap.
She had already decided that tonight would be the night they'd sleep together.
After weeks of flirtatious behaviour and stolen kisses, she simply couldn't wait any longer.
She wanted him.
Now.
From what Audrey could feel beneath her, Egon wanted her as well.

She pulled back from him, allowing them both to catch their breath.
He gazed up at her, mouth agape, wanting more.
Egon had never been so forward with a woman before.
He had always found himself tongue tied and awkward with those he had feelings for, which inevitably led nowhere.
Things were different with Audrey.
Her direct but playful nature had really brought him out of his shell, and now as she sat in his lap, he was ready to show her how much he wanted her.

Audrey began to unbutton the front of her dress.
She had deliberately chosen this dress, primarily for it's colour but also because it was easy to remove.
She unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of her cleavage in a red lace bra.
Egon was incredibly turned on by the sight unfolding in front of him.
He moved in and began kissing his way across Audrey's neck, her collarbone and the top of her chest.
She closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure, running her fingers through his hair.
This was just too good; it was making her lightheaded.

She hopped out of his lap.
Egon pushed his glasses up his nose.
His hair was a mess, his tie crooked.
He was almost panting with desire for Audrey.
She stood in front of him and continued to unbutton her dress, slowly, like unwrapping a present.
Button by button she revealed more of her creamy skin.
Egon's heart was pounding.
She slipped her dress off, revealing nothing but lacy red underwear.
She stood in front of Egon, letting him take her all in.
He feasted on her body; the curve of her breasts, her hips, her thighs.
She was perfection and he was aching for her.
Without saying a word, Audrey grabbed Egon's hand and led him towards the bedroom.