Drake knocked on Demi’s door, which was ajar enough it creaked open. She was bent over gathering clothes, wearing a matching pair of lacy underthings. “If you wanted a peek, all you had to do was ask, perv,” she teased, standing up slowly, deliberately posing at him.
“And what if I can only get off if I don’t get invited in?” he asked, trying his best to focus his attention out the window.
“That’s extra. Unless it’s a vampire fetish thing- then it’s extra and you pay the dry cleaning costs. You have no idea how hard it is to get fake blood stains out of everything.” She threaded her legs through a pair of jeans, then pulled on a purple top.
“I feel like there’s an interesting story in that.”
“I don’t bite and tell. Well, unless you ask really nicely. And call me mistress.”
“Um, it’s nippy,” he warned awkwardly. “You might want a jacket.”
“And if I’d prefer it if you keep me warm?” she whispered in his ear.
“Iago asked the same,” he deadpanned.
“Maybe those jeans are just very flattering.”
“Maybe,” he said. “Take my hand.” She reached for him, and for a moment she held it, and they looked at each other, before he transported her to the ICE facility. “Your hands are warm,” he said.
“Yours were cold,” she said, as he pulled away.
“Yeah. I should have brought gloves. Iago took a lot longer than I expected.”
“No more than usual. But actually freezing an engine block takes more doing that I would have guessed.”
“We’ll try and make up some of the lost time, then,” she said, and walked straight to where a power line entered into the building. Electricity arced from either palm into the line, and she closed her eyes. “Your typical electropath could maybe fry a third of the electronics in the place before they tripped the circuit breaker. This, though… it’s feeling your way through their entire system, sort of mapping it, right? I can bridge their breaker, and burn out anything plugged in.”
“Won’t that look… wrong?”
“I thought about that. When we’re done, I’ll hit the line with lightning, send it arcing across the concrete; it’ll leave a telltale scorch mark. From there any appraiser would call it an act of God.”
“And how long until-” all at once the building was filled with lights and sparks, before going dark.
“Not long,” she said, pivoting towards him. “Your hand?” she put hers out and he took it. Then she pointed, without looking, back at the powerline. Lightning crashed into the line, leaving a seared streak along the wall and concrete. “Now take me back to my place so I can get out of these clothes.”
“You are an incorrigible tease.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t invited.”
“No, but you know my day’s spoken for.”
She leaned into him as they teleported. “We’ll just have to find a day where you aren’t spoken for, then,” she said, then gave him a shove, and he stumbled out of her bedroom. She stripped off her shirt and threw it at the door, knocking it closed.