The Felddog and the Haimster stood with their backs to the lockers, one foot up against them-almost similar to the late actor James Dean, the "Rebel without a Cause", of course.

The sudden desire to lick the sheen of sweat off of her firm, exposed abdomen was making their mouths feel dry.

I think there was a drink machine in the hallway, the Haimster telepathically communicated to the Felddog.

Brilliant idea, Haimster! replied the Felddog, smiling. Good thing we can still drink soda, even though we're vampires.

Quickly removing a can of soda from the vending machine, the Felddog ducked quickly behind the thankfully bulky apparatus with the Haimster just as Steph emerged from the main studio. She turned down the hall and entered what looked like a small locker room, sighing contentedly and looking delightfully flushed.

Feeling the almost stinging cold of the can in his hand, the Felddog, along with the Haimster, smirked his most mischievous smirk. Their dark brown and green eyes twinkled with anticipatory hunger. They had just decided how they wanted to greet Stephanie for the first time since she'd left their bedroom on Sunday…

Whoa, thought Stephanie. It's even hotter in here…

As she began to assemble her belongings, Stephanie's thoughts returned unwittingly to her steamy encounter with the Coreys.

She was still awfully surprised by what had transpired between them. Who knew they'd been hiding such raw, undiluted heat beneath those cool exteriors of theirs? She knew she could never think of them the same way again.

Just as she was about to start shimmying out of the stretchy blue skirt, black shirt and tight black shorts she'd worn today, Steph wondered when she would see them again.

They hadn't even spoken since then. She hoped they hadn't just wanted to teach her for one night of pleasure – she hoped they would want to use it on many, many more occasions. The mere thought of seeing them again sent shivers up her spine…

A throaty gasp erupted from Steph's mouth as she felt a cold pressure on the bare skin at the small of her back.

What on Earth…?

‛Shivers up the spine' were one thing, but this was ridiculous.

She felt the icy presence gliding up and down her spine. Wow, that feels good…

"Ohhh!" She couldn't help crying out as the mysterious, sensual cold pressure slithered around to the front of her flat torso, sliding below her belly button and making her feel delicious sensations.

That was when she noticed that this mystical, phantom chill was nothing but a common soda can. Attached to two moderately normal-looking slim and masculine arms. She realized that the coat covering the white colored shirt, which was covering the arm was a familiar color. An extremely blue color.

As the can rolled in sensuous, freezing circles up her abdomen, Steph realized who these arms must belong to. Her already trembling form teetered backward unsteadily, coming into contact with two warm, firm bodies.

She looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't imagining things.

"Felddog, Haimster!"

Steph shuddered as they slid the chilly metal cylinder slowly up her neck.

"Nice, Steph. Very nice."

The Felddog slid the can behind her ear and traced it along the back of her neck underneath her curtain of dark hair. Seconds after the pleasant chill passed across her earlobe, Steph felt an enveloping heat.

Then both the Felddog's and the Haimster's free arms had grasped her around the waist, pulling her body even closer to theirs.

"W-What are you doing here?" Her voice was shaking under the force of their proximity and their actions. She gasped when they spun her around to face them, jumping as her back came into contact with the cold metal of the row of lockers behind her.

"I should think that would be pretty obvious."

The soda can clattered to the ground as his lips descended upon hers, hot and demanding. All of those cooling sensations from the ice cold can were canceled out as Steph melted into their arms like molten lava running down the side of a volcano.

She kept her hands at her side as the Felddog leaned over her, trailing hot open-mouth kisses down one side of her neck, while the Haimster went for the other. She needed to feel their hands against her skin. She sighed, pressing her arms to the cold lockers behind her, drawing them even closer together.

The Coreys' hands were roaming all over her body as they caught her in another deep kiss. Steph hadn't even realized they had been moving until the Felddog tumbled them down onto the notoriously uncomfortable couch against the wall, landing them in a sprawl with her straddling their laps.

They burned a message into her crystal blue eyes. Roughly thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth in an unmistakably suggestive way, the Felddog grasped Stephanie's back and pressed her firmly against him. Then the Haimster went next with a kiss of his own.

"Stephanie…"

It was painfully evident what the Coreys wanted, from the glint of raging lust in their eyes to the passion burning inside them.

It was like a phoenix – the legendary bird of fire in mythology that would burn up and revive itself from its own ashes. And at the moment, that was exactly what Stephanie was seeing in her mind's eye. She was seeing herself as the phoenix. Orange and red wings. Being burnt up by the flames, and then rising again from the ashes.

They then stood reluctantly, each having an equal amount of trouble keeping their hands to themselves. Suddenly, the Felddog grabbed one of her wrists, the Haimster the other, and they started to pull her toward the door.

"Let's get out of here."

Her eyes widened. Had they lost their senses?

"What? We can't leave here together. Someone will see us!"

The Felddog seemed to come back to himself, regarding her thoughtfully. "Right…"

He paused a moment longer, running a hand through his hair. He and the Haimster were still gripping her wrists quite firmly.

"You know the San Francisco Bay area?"

"Yeah…" she replied.

"Meet us there in half an hour."

It wasn't a request; it was an order. Surprisingly, she found that she didn't mind the idea of being obedient, if only for this one time.

"Okay, I'll be there."

They pulled her violently against them for one last desperate kiss from each of them before releasing her and stalking toward the exit. Before leaving, they turned halfway around to look at her once more. They had the most delicious profiles…

"We'll be waiting."

The Coreys strode swiftly away. Steph's knees fairly quaked as she saw the Felddog reach up and whip a black fedora from a hook on the wall, then put it on his head. It perfectly matched his raven hair.

She changed into her pink linen dress with great rapidity, throwing her things into her bag like the building was on fire. Two teen idols like that wanted her.

The last thing she found herself grabbing was the discarded soda can that had rolled some distance across the floor. It could always be put into the refrigerator for later use…never know when you might need one of these…

Stephanie smiled as she exited the building. She was going to need as many ways to cool off as she could find, with the Coreys around…

Just Open The Door
And You Will See
This Passion Burns
Inside Of Me
Don't Say To Me
You'll Never Tell
Touch Me There
Make The Move
Cast The Spell

Because There's Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
I Swear There's Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want

Just Promise Me
Whatever We Say
Or Do To Each Other
For Now We'll Make
A Vow To Just
Keep It In The Closet
-Michael Jackson, In the Closet