Kyle didn't notice Jessi's lack of clothing until after she'd carried him back to her room. She carefully put him on her bed. Feigning nonchalance, since he never answered Jessi's questions, he decided to ask a question of his own. "Why are you naked?" His eyes had tried valiantly to remain on hers but wandered down to her midsection which revealed even more abdominal muscles than he had.

If there were such a term, she'd have a 12-pack. So many muscles!

Jessi was angry and wouldn't let go of her bone. "No you don't Kyle," she said, berating him. She pulled his face and his eyes back up to hers with a smooth motion of her hand. "You have to answer me first: why did you sleep with Carol Bloom?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Jessi," he lied. Of course he'd seen Carol standing in shock at Amanda's window.

She slapped him across the face, hard, but then with all those muscles it was no surprise. "Don't you dare lie to me Kyle! Why did you do it?" she asked, practically frothing at the mouth.

He sighed, defeated. "I didn't; I almost slept with Amanda though." The thought of Amanda brought a smile to his lips.

Jessi stared at him, her mouth hanging open. Because she too had a hyper developed brain, her confusion didn't remain for more than four seconds. "But…" She started, faltering. "Why would you land on your head?" She brightened immeasurably at a thought which he found somewhat cruel. "Was she that bad?"

It was his turn to stare at her hard, and angry. Why couldn't these two girls just get along? It would make his plan to keep both of them so much easier. "No Jessi, she was so good I almost electrocuted her. That's why I jumped on my head." He was thankful for Jessi's unscheduled arrival though. Thinking back, jumping on his head had been rather final and impulsive. He shushed her incoming tirade with a hand to her lips, which predictably sent sparks at the touch. "Thank you for saving me."

She softened considerably at his words. She nipped at his fingertips with her lips, sending a charge down his arm. "So," she started, "You picked her?"

He shook his head. It was true that while he'd been with Amanda he'd completely surrendered to her will, but when he'd almost killed her, he had to change his mind. He couldn't risk killing her every time they had sex, could he? Of course not, he was far from heartless! He only worried that the population at large would also be at risk of electrocution, and therefore only Jessi was left.

The choice was made, had been made the moment he'd jumped out that window.

And now that insanity had passed, now that he was alive and breathing once more thanks to a vibrant, naked angel, she had to know the truth. "I have to pick you Jessi."

"Oh thanks!" She raised her hand and was about to strike him again when she saw something that stopped her. "Oh Kyle!" she exclaimed and rushed to his cheek where she'd slapped him previously. With a kiss, he felt healing power flow through her lips directly into his skin. When he knew the small amount of damage was fixed, he turned and kissed her back.

Despite the lack of power in the house, the solitary light bulb in the fixture above them burst with a loud pop as their kiss deepened. Jessi withdrew, breathless. She jumped on top of him. His clothing seemed a rather large impediment at the moment, but he wasn't going to rush things. He didn't want Jessi to experience the same explosive discharge Amanda had after all.

It wasn't a question of whether Jessi could handle it – he was sure that she could.

"How did it happen?" Jessi asked with a sly smile.

Why Jessi was determined to change the subject back to Amanda was beyond him. He played dumb. "How did what happen?" He had tried to keep his face straight but knew he had failed miserably.

"How did you almost kill her?"

His eyes hardened, but only for a moment while he was indignant. "Did you have to phrase it that way Jessi?"

"Okay," she said, softening. Her eyes pierced his as a coy smile played across her features. "What did she do before you ignited?" He knew just by looking in her eyes that she still wanted to say something like "practically blew her up" or "fricasseed her pretty face," but minus the pretty of course.

There was no way he'd ever describe to Jessi what Amanda had done. He was a gentleman. "She gave me a taste, a sample, of what I'd get if I chose her."

"Just like that? No preamble?" Jessi's mouth hung open for two seconds. Kyle could feel the curses and insults being thought; they weren't very nice. "She wasn't naked was she?" she asked accusingly.

He felt the truth fly out of his mouth. "She wore flattering lacy underwear but no bra." He couldn't suppress a smile at the memory. Granted Jessi was an altogether different manner of woman. His eyes lost contact with her eyes and traveled down. She made no effort to hide herself, just like the time when he'd accidentally seen her in the shower. His smile grew.

Kyle took the opportunity to get some truth out of her. "So why are you naked?" He started to reach out but an electrical surge stung his hand more than a foot away from his target.

She wagged a finger at him, "No touchy. This will be a taste of what you'll get if you pick me."

He let go of the unanswered question. "Did you willingly set off that discharge?"

She smiled very broadly. "Try again and find out."

With a broad smile of his own, like a child's smile when a huge chocolate chip cookie is just within his reach, he tried once more and got to within half an inch before the discharge sent his hand away. His eyes were round like saucers. "You did!"

"I'll admit I have to be ready first." She bent down and kissed him, but rose immediately. "This won't do!" she said. She opened her eyes wider and focused. He was only confused for half a second, before he discerned what exactly she was doing.

With a string of loud pops the buttons of his shirt jumped ship and landed in a neat pile on her dresser. His shirt on the other hand ripped itself to shreds.

"Oops," she whispered. She bent toward him and kissed him, gently, tenderly. He tried to move his hands but couldn't; they were held in place by her mind. He surely could have pulled himself out from the hold if he really wanted to, but he found this soft sensual side to Jessi a pleasant surprise, kinky even.

Her skin, in sharp contrast to Amanda's, was a perfect match to his skin's temperature. She lightly trailed her fingers down his arms, with a slight spark at her fingertips. She kissed him lightly, repeatedly, and rained charged kissed down his jaw bone to his ear.

All thought of any previous make-out sessions flew right out of his head. There was only Jessi, a soft, tender spice with a sweet interior. He'd been wrong about her, as most of the male population. She was a romantic at heart, and wouldn't just madly thrash on him at every opportunity! She would build the tension, increase the pressure until it begged release.

He breathed a deep contented sigh as she whispered in his ear, electricity seemingly on her very breath. "Do you willingly pick me now?" she asked.

"You had me when you kissed me," he replied.

"No more Amanda?" she asked, teasing.

"Who's Amanda?"

"Great!" she exclaimed and she kissed him one more time, and she brought her tongue into his mouth. His cheeks tingled with the soft charge. He lost himself in the kiss but all too soon she came up for air. He knew deep inside they didn't really need air, so he looked at her questioningly, begging for an explanation. "We have to stop, I hear Josh's car down the street. But first…"

She scooted down his legs while he focused his hearing. She was right of course; it was definitely Josh's car. He concentrated on it, trying to blow a gasket or something, to keep Josh outside for just a few more minutes. He soon heard a loud pop down the street. All other sounds dissolved soon after that.

His awareness was increasingly on what Jessi was doing. Only after he felt a familiar tension build in every fiber of his body did he open in mouth in alarm.

Jessi's face was covered in something that looked an awful lot like soot and her hair was bone straight in every direction. The air inside her room smelled like ozone.

"She got this too didn't she?" Her voice wasn't quite as confident as it had been only moments before. There was also no question who she was.

"Yeah." Kyle felt really down. The problem was not whether he should choose sugar or spice because both Amanda and Jessi were a combination of the two. The pit of his stomach knotted as he wondered whether another girl, a girl who either had little sugar or little spice would produce the same result.

He sighed as Jessi got up in alarm. It perked his senses up. "Josh!" She hastily grabbed a shirt and shorts and ran out the door. Josh was yelling and screaming for help. As dread really settled into his gut, he sat up and looked for the buttons on Jessi's dresser.

His eyes focused on where they were supposed to be, then he noticed where they were, embedded into the wall in an arc, away from him. His shredded shirt was mere strips of ash, but thankfully Jessi's bed seemed undamaged.

He overheard Jessi yelling, "Josh, get away from there!" Josh ran valiantly. Kyle must have concentrated a little too hard on damaging Josh's car because he then heard a massive explosion. He was relieved when he heard both Jessi and Josh talking loudly over the crackling flames.

"Woah sis, what have you been doin'?" Kyle pictured Josh touching her bone straight hair, and maybe even getting a little shock from doing so.

Whenever Jessi was caught off guard was the best time to get a very blunt version of the truth. "I touched Kyle's…" she trailed off, just a tad too late.

"What?" Josh yelled.

Kyle buried his head into his hands, no longer wanting to hear the tirade from Josh. He was back to the beginning. Unless of course he asked Hillary, or maybe a stranger at that bar where they allow underage drinking…

When he overheard Josh and Jessi, as well as Amanda and Carol Bloom, say "What?" in unison, he felt like he needed to melt into Jessi's bed. Both Amanda and Jessi would know they'd gotten to the same point, the same base if you will. It was really embarrassing, even if Mrs. Bloom didn't figure it out which he felt was quite unlikely.

And Josh almost certainly knew too.

Kyle groaned. Maybe he should have stayed dead after all.