LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR
"Well this is just fucking gay" Kevin leant up against the wall of the elevator and sighed. "This is going to turn out like one of those horror movies where the elevator starts filling up with shit." He looked out of the corner of his eye to Gwen who was sitting on the floor in a corner freaking out slightly.
"What?! The elevator fills up?, oh no, no, no" She strung her long slender finger through her soft red hair and picked at her eyebrows with her delicate finger nails "That does not sound like fun"
Kevin rubbed his temples with his rough calloused fingers "Well you could bust open this elevator with your powers."
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon and Kevin and Gwen had been trapped in this elevator for twenty minutes. It was a small elevator; it had sliver sliding doors like most elevators, was painted in tacky colours and decorated with bright lights and posters overflowing with advertisements. The unnerving elevator music wasn't going to stop in the near future and the whole concept of being stuck in an elevator was getting very old, very quickly.
"I can't do that Kevin, I don't have the money to pay for repairs, and honestly what would I tell mall security, oh yeah I just whipped out a sledge hammer from my ass and busted the doors open." Gwen huffed angrily and folded her arms in front of her chest. "We're just going to have to wait until they can fix the problem." She leant her head against the wall and closed her Jade coloured eyes softly.
The young obsidian haired man admired her gracious form quietly, relishing her soft features and perfect curves; he grinned toothily and rubbed his neck. "Okay then, what do you want to do in the mean time?"
Gwen's eyes snapped open and looked around the enclosed space. "I dunno, there's not much you can do in an elevator." She said matter-of- factly as she picked at lint balls attached to her blue jersey. Kevin looked around as well, she was right, there was bugger all you could do in an elevator, apart from tag on a few posters, sadly he didn't have a pen on him but tagging on posters was pretty weak anyway. Kevin sighed and looked at his feet dejectedly; suddenly the tension in the small space could be cut with a knife.
It was silent for a few minutes apart from the noise of Gwen picking lint off her sweater "Well we could play a game" Kevin offered half heartedly as he scraped dirt from under his fingernails.
"What kind of game?" she asked, looking him up and down suspiciously.
Kevin grinned "The game is called Nervous; it's the best game you will ever play."
Gwen blushed, loving his cheeky grin "Okay, but I've never played it before, what are the rules." She sat up on her knees and took her black heeled shoes off and flattened her legs out on the ground of the elevator.
Somehow Kevin's grin widened "Well, we each remove a piece of each other's clothing, taking turns until one of us gives in first by saying that they're nervous, obviously the aim of the game is too stay in for as long as you can."
Her face was completely red "You can't be serious" Gwen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she stared at Kevin in awe.
"I'm dead serious, but if you don't wanna play and you can somehow resist my roguish charm by all means we'll play a game of cards." He leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
"Fine I'll play, on one condition" Kevin opened a single eye "Hmm?"
"What happens in the elevator stays in the elevator." She held out her hand formally "Deal?"
Kevin eyed her up for a second "Fine, deal." He shook her hand in a floppy hand shake and leant back against the wall.
Gwen fumbled with the bottom of her skirt "So how does the game start"
"Like this" Kevin crawled over and knelt in front of her and grabbed the hem of her jersey "are you nervous?" his fingers tickled the exposed flesh under her shirt.
"...no" she said unsurely, Kevin slowly took off her jumper and Gwen was now down to her white undershirt.
"Okay now it's your turn." Gwen took a deep breath and grabbed the hem of his black shirt in her slender fingers.
"Are you nervous?" Kevin shook his head and Gwen whipped off his shirt, quick and painlessly. She couldn't help but stare; his body had been carved by the gods.
Kevin's grin could not possibly get any bigger "Like what you see?" he loved how her face went as red as her hair. She blushed and looked away quickly.
"NO" her back shot up straight and she somehow went redder, Kevin snickered.