"Take your shoes off." Louis demanded. "I want to keep my floors clean."
Olga nodded and slipped out of her heels as she was let inside. Louis closed the door and followed suit.
"Nice place." Olga whispered with a smile, observing the surroundings that were simple, yet elegant.
"I'm glad you approve of my taste." He smirked and kissed her. "Just have a seat over there." He pointed toward the sofa. "Do you want another drink?"
"Sure." Olga smiled as she sat down.
"How about some schnapps?" Louis asked as he went into the kitchen, which was connected with the living room by doors on its counter wall. Louis opened these so he could see her?
"Peach?" She asked.
"Ah." He grinned. "You've read my mind correctly. Not many girls know about the fineries of schnapps. Do you want a touch of mango with it? It greatly adds to the flavor." Louis asked as Olga giggled.
"Sure." She answered again and looked around the living room. There was a desk with a computer and a bookshelf with a lot of books. She noticed that most of them were either business or history books, with a few fictions scattered about. The Iliad and the Odyssey were prominent, as was Virgil's Aeneid. She looked around to notice some replicas of baroque-era paintings on the wall.
"Enjoying the view?" Louis asked sarcastically as he emerged in the living room with the drinks.
"You really do have a nice place." Olga smiled as she was handed her drink.
"It's a bit small though." Louis grinned and sat down with her.
"But you have great taste." She smiled flirtatiously.
"Speaking of taste." He replied, holding his drink out. "Bottoms up."
The two touched their glasses and drank the contents.
"That was very soothing." Olga said.
"I told you." He replied as he set his glass down on the coffee table nearby.
"So..." Olga began, trying to make conversation. "I see you're into the baroque style."
Louis leaned in with a sly grin on his face. Olga was blushing. "Yeah." He said simply and withdrew, causing her to laugh. "Whenever I get a bigger place I hope to purchase some replicas of the renaissance masters too."
"You seem awfully mature for someone our age."
"That might not be very hard in most circumstances." Louis grinned and pulled her close for a light kiss, and then departed again. "I'm more surprised at you, however. Most girls just don't appreciate these things, though I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised given your background."
"Yeah." Olga laughed nervously. "Speaking of that, what kind of music did you say you wanted to play?" She asked with a flirtatious glance, which Louis returned.
"I've become partial to the works of Henry Purcell lately." Louis informed as he calmly got up. "You've played some of his compositions, I'm sure."
"Of course." Olga answered.
Louis turned on his CD player and set it to play what he wanted. A deep tune began to emerge.
"Do you recognize this track?" He challenged.
"Yes. This is Dido and Aeneas." Olga smiled.
"And do you know what really happened between the two of them? Have you ever read Virgil's Aeneid?" Louis asked as he sauntered over.
"I haven't." Olga smiled as he sat down and pulled her close again.
"Well you see, when Aeneas and his comrades escaped from Troy as the Greeks were sacking it, they set out on a sea journey, and fate would eventually bring them to Carthage. There, Aeneas met Queen Dido, and the two quickly became lovers." Louis whispered into Olga's ear and planted kisses on her cheek.
"Go on." Olga giggled.
"Aeneas and his people stayed there for an entire year. Dido offered to marry him and make him king. But..."
"What?" Olga asked instinctively.
Louis kissed her again before continuing. "Fate was not to have it that Aeneas would become King of Carthage. He was fated instead to be the father of a great city in Italy, and so Juno and his mother Venus set events into motion wherein he would abandon Dido. Dido was so heartbroken that she had a funeral pyre built, ascended to the top of it, and fell on Aeneas' sword, and she cursed Aeneas and his descendants forever. A thousand years later, it was thought by the Romans that when Hannibal crossed the Alps and rampaged in Italy, that Dido's curse had finally come to life. On the day of Cannae, fifty thousand Romans were killed."
"Oh my..." Olga gasped.
"Would you love somebody so much that you'd be willing to kill yourself and curse his descendants for leaving you?" Louis asked lowly and began to plant kisses on Olga's neck and collarbone. "Would your love...and hate, extend so far that you'd see fifty thousand dead in a few hours?"
"I'd never want to harm somebody else..." Olga gasped and closed her eyes in pleasure as he continued to kiss her. "But who wouldn't want to love so strongly?" She asked huskily and moaned slightly, as her ears continued to ring with the hypnotic sounds of the Dido and Aeneas Overture. She gasped again when Louis pulled her into his lap and began to run one hand on her thigh and stroked her hair with the other. "Oh Louis..." She gasped as he began to kiss her jawline. "...You're really turning me on..."
"Good, I'm pleased." He smirked through the kisses, causing her to laugh. "Don't think you need to keep your hands to yourself." He teased.
Olga threw her head back and laughed seductively as Louis again kissed her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. Olga smirked and undid a few buttons on his shirt, gasping in delight when she saw the fit body underneath.
"Oh..." Olga sighed and ran her fingers along his abs and pectoral muscles.
The two shared a flirtatious glance and she began to laugh nervously, but pleasurably. Louis growled lowly in her ear and planted a few kisses on it, running his hand down her back and continuing to caress her thighs. Olga too, caressed his chest and abs, marveling how they were rock-hard. Louis growled again, and Olga felt that his chest was not the only thing that was rock hard.
This caused a realization to flood Olga, and she opened her eyes wide in shock. She haphazardly stood up.
"I'm sorry Louis..." She trailed nervously.
"What's the problem?" He asked incredulously.
"I really like you Louis, but this is just going too fast for me..." She continued to trail.
He smirked with a slight chuckle.
"I need to go. I'm sorry." She said again.
"You don't have to apologize to me." He smirked.
"You're not upset?" She asked, concerned.
"Well I'm disappointed of course, but if it's a no-go, then it's a no-go. You are going to go out with me again, of course. I'd hate to be abandoned like Dido. My heart wouldn't be able to take it." He sighed melodramatically.
"Of course I'll go out with you again!" Olga giggled. "I just...need some more time." She sighed.
"Do you want me to drive you back?" He offered.
"No. I'll call a cab." She answered. She smiled and bent down to kiss him, and then left his apartment.
Louis got up when he heard the door shut. He chuckled and went to the bathroom to clean himself up before going to bed.
"Alright Louis, time to change tactics." He said to himself with a slightly arrogant smirk.