Anastasia loved court cases. They were the only part of her job that she found truly interesting. To be honest it was the only thing in her life that she had found interesting for the past few years. But this well dressed, ginger invasion of her privacy had changed things for her. She was now caught on the window-less carriage of the Christian-train. The walls felt of his torso, the floor of his desire. Everywhere she moved part of him interrupted her. This, she thought loudly, this is far better than a court case.

The room had filled to the same extent as the day before. Stony faced, wigged officials, an assortment of bored jury members. Mr Casey looked a strange mixture of satisfied and intimidating. Anastasia knew he was over confident, and she knew without doubt he would blame the charges that were to be served upon his plate solely upon her. She pushed that idea aside, his verdict was not due for at least twenty four hours. At least twelve of which she was bound to endure the countless denials and accusations that had so far made up the most part of Casey's trial.

His engine growled hungrily on the sidewalk as he swung from the driver's side door without bothering to remove his key. She was almost overcome with anticipation for his stubble to graze her cheek like a greedy herd of sheep. She could feel her spine tingling almost before he touched her. It was not until his bare skin impacted hers that she realized she too was lacking clothing. Cooking implements swung from his belt like work tools. If only he would go to work on me… The idea barely had time to develop before it was punished with the sharp sound of wood snapping against thigh. She didn't feel the pain despite her body longing for every last nerve to be subject to his body-percussion. The fact that she couldn't feel it frustrated her. The waves of frustration danced with tangents of desire, making sweet love to her mind, filling the void left by her imagination's devilish lack of validity.

Her stifled gasp almost drew the whole courtroom's attention upon her return to reality, however the judge's voice drew back the attention, announcing a short adjournment. The pre-lunch session was behind her. The exhaustion she felt was almost rivaling her longing to grasp every ounce of Christian's body. Her stress fought a tantalizing battle with the excitement the thought of him brought her. The highly-strung impulses of her body were only enhanced. Normally she would hardly have had to bat an eyelid to have Christian's unclothed body blow every ounce of worry from her mind but she felt that this stress was too much, even for that.

Anastasia knew exactly what she was going to do. That one little draw in her desk that she hadn't touched for years was ready to be touched. With the image of Christian's pants flying away from her so vivid it almost rang in her ears, she departed for her office.

The crumpled, white paper package shimmied tantalizingly as her draw knocked open. Her headache's knees buckled submissively even at the sight of it. The first puff of sock-scented smoke left her body along with the deepest, most heart-felt sigh she had ever released. Her pants were off her before she even noticed, her hair falling from it's bun in quick succession. As she felt her mind become enormously clearer, she was well aware that, in reality, the exact opposite was occurring. She sat herself, cross-legged in her windowsill, feeling the breeze whisk the fragments of her mind among the wisps of her hair that smiled around her face.

The court had been in session for fifteen minutes by the time Anastasia found her way through the halls that had suddenly contorted into a seemingly never-ending rabbit warren. Eyes followed her on legs that danced in the shape of human bodies. He chair curled its wooden arms around her hips as she slid into it. She suddenly felt as though her feet were wet. She looked down and saw the floor beginning to ripple, her feet and ankles changing shape with it. She glanced at Casey's feet, they too were wandering, seemingly free from the rest of his body.

Anastasia felt an overwhelming obligation to alert him of this occurrence. Her pen pressed to her paper urgently, lines forming and merging over the startling rainbow that accompanied the white colour of the page. Watch your step, C-man. Her intention hardly matched the outcome. Anastasia was surprised to encounter the intricately drawn caterpillar that curved and crawled over her page with an unsettling animosity.

"Oh dear, oh deary, deary me." She muttered disjointedly. Casey turned to see his lawyer flicking and blowing at a post-it note that she had seemingly accidentally attached to her right pinky-finger. He turned his head fixedly back to the front of the room. She could do what she pleased, so long as he got off this case unscathed.

Half her belongings settling to the floor where her feet had rested in the courtroom, Anastasia found herself in the passenger seat of Christian's car with nothing but her phone and the white paper bag. Christian turned his key in the ignition and his ship began to sail smoothly down the road, the sails creaking above their heads. She reached for the water bottle beside his thigh ate some of the green liquid that floated from it.

She barely noticed any time passed before he threw his anchor out and the ship slowly came to a halt outside her burrow. She was dreadfully confused as to how they were to cross the moat that waved it's spiky green hide beneath her toes. To her amazement, Christian did not sink beneath the surface as his feet pressed against it. I guess that's why his parents called him Christian, she mused, he's dead good at walking on water. Even if it is green and spiky. All the better.

The doorway morphed into a welcoming smile before her eyes. She stood back and watched it contentedly. She sighed, admiring the seamless carving of the smooth curves of the sharp, right-angled doorway.

"What's wrong with you, Ana?" His voice stroked her ears. She could hear him frowning from just inside the doorway.

"I told you we were sold out, come back on Wednesday."

"What?" She felt his confusion in the soft, sensitive area behind her left knee.

"I didn't shave the dog because I wanted to, it had fleas."

That's when the white paper bag fell out of her pocket. She panicked as it began to float down the green stream but as it met his glittering fingertips she relaxed, procuring the lighter from her pocket and lurching forward enthusiastically.

They were lying on their backs on the kitchen bench before they knew it. The sky light above them dipping and whirling in it's race to outrun the stars that still managed to peep their cheeky faces through the swimming glass.

"Dude, it looks like an instagram filter out here." His voice was breathier than normal.

"Where are you?" She turned at looked at him, concerned.

"We're on the roof above the kitchen, aren't we?" He rubbed the palm of his had against the drying rack, feeling the corrugated shape of the roof that he had never felt in his life. "Hey, I didn't realize you had a stove on the roof, that's awesome!"

He rolled off the bench, his hands finding the floor before his face, catching him. She stood where her head protruded slightly from the edge of the bench. She went to run her fingers through her hair but something firmer caught her attention. She rolled onto her stomach, her face being greeted by the warmth of his bare skin. She grasped the baguette and began to gnaw at it hungrily.

Christian suddenly procured a wooden spoon, seemingly out of mid air. "Uh-uh, that's not for eating, let me stir the pot instead."

She hummed, sliding into a sitting position, bringing his face closer to hers with her elbows. The wooden spoon was very good at stirring the pot. She reveled in the feeling it gave her. She could feel it in her feet as they played with the backs of his thighs. While his hands meandered purposefully about their business, his eyes were wandering distractedly.

"Hey look, there's a hippo in your sink!" He exclaimed.

It was Alan.