The sun was rising, peeking over the hills. Constantine had been awake twenty-four very long hours and all he had to show for it was a virgin. A virgin, barefoot, in the kitchen.

"I thought the adage was 'barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen'." He murmured to himself, sipping the whiskey he'd insisted on drinking even though she'd tried to pour him orange juice.

"I could do better if you actually had something to make food with, but I'm hazarding a guess that you eat out a lot. Most bachelors do." She was making toast, the old fashioned way, over the gas burners. "Even I have a toaster."

"Be glad I even had bread." John felt the last of the whiskey burn down as it descended into his empty stomach.

"You really do see demons." It was more of a statement. Elizabeth had obviously done her homework but now she had the proof.

"And angels. And other shit I didn't ever ask to see."

"Do you know why the demon was in my apartment?"

"No." John looked around for where she'd hidden the whiskey bottle. "And I don't really want to go into Hell and ask. And before you ask, yes I've been there. And I really don't like it. You shouldn't ever like or get used to Hell." She'd hidden it well.

Elizabeth spread the butter on the toast, scraping softly with the knife. "What side do you think wants me?"

"I don't know what hell would want with a virgin. They're not really into the whole purity bit. That's why I'm sure it pushed you."

"Pushed me?" she set the small plate of toast on the table in front of him.

"Long story made short. There's a bet between God and Satan and we're all the pawns. They can influence us, but never directly interfere. We make the choice in the end. But, sadly, I really don't think you kissed me on your own." He picked up a piece and bit in. It was actually good. He looked back up at her and found her blushing. "Oh Christ, you mean you've never even kissed someone!" Her blush deepened as she fumbled her way into the other chair.

"We had a farm, pretty much isolated all day long. Mama even home schooled me; they didn't like what I could learn in a public school. I didn't see many boys, let alone anyone my age, for weeks at a time. And even then never on a social level."

"Were you Amish or something?"

"Radical Christians is more a fitting term. Much like one of those militia weirdoes with the bunkers built into their basements. Papa was very upset when God didn't come back in 1984." John took another bite of toast.

"You seem knowledgeable for being so isolated."

Elizabeth shrugged. "I've been here since I was 17. That was eight years ago. And the library wasn't so far away that I couldn't walk every day. My parents thought they knew how I spent every minute of my time. Besides, there's public access to the Internet at the library downtown. You can learn plenty."

Constantine tried a subject change; the topic of her upbringing seemed painful. "Do you remember anything right before you were kissing me?"

Elizabeth broke off a piece of toast, chewed and swallowed it before answering. "I remember just… not really thinking or feeling it… sort of all at once… I just suddenly wanted to kiss you. And a lot more." She wouldn't look at him.

"Demons are low, but why would they whisper influence on you to make you try to get laid." He gave in and grabbed the glass of juice she'd poured for herself, draining the glass. "Have you ever had those feelings before?"

"No. I've looked at guys and thought they were cute. A crush or two. Trust me, it took years to undo a lot of the shit my parents engrained into me. Five years ago I wouldn't have even let myself be alone in a room with you." She reached into the small bag she'd managed to pack and withdrew a pack of cigarettes.

"Those will kill you, you know." John stared at the box. Camels. Not his delicious Lucky Strikes, but still… exceptions could be made. "I know first hand."

Elizabeth looked at him as she lit one. "Someone you know died from cancer?"

"I nearly died from lung cancer."

"You're in remission?" She exhaled slowly. It looked sexy, in a way that pained him.

"More a punch line to a cruel joke played by Satan. I might explain sometime." Constantine rose, eyes flicking closed as the smoke hit him. "We need to sleep. I'll take the right side."

"Isn't that a little sudden? Us sharing a bed?"

"We've already kissed. You want more?" Again, she blushed. "I'll keep my clothes on… as long as you keep yours on." He kicked his shoes off and padded towards the bed. Elizabeth turned the stove off, slowly following.

"Why all the water jugs?"

"Home security measure."

"Water?"

"Holy water." John sat on the bed, hands on his knees. "Please, save all your questions for the end of the tour." He undid his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up, undid his tie a bit more. Elizabeth sat on the left side, combing her hair with her fingers. Constantine looked over his shoulder at her. Her hair hit about mid shoulder blades, and it wasn't a dye job. She was natural. He wondered just how natural… then slapped the thought out off his head.

His head hit the pillow and he stared at the dresser, feeling the mattress move as she crawled under the blanket behind him. "I've never shared a bed with someone."

"Don't worry, I'm told I don't kick." Constantine smirked dryly. "I only bite when asked." He knew she was blushing, could practically feel the heat roll off her. "Do you normally blush so much?"

"No."

"Great, it's me, isn't it." His eyes slid close and he fell into dreamless sleep.