The couple kissed eagerly outside the apartment door. It was past midnight, and they had met a few hours earlier at one of the city's Goth clubs. She was half a head shorter than him, curvaceous but not overly so, with shoulder-length bright purple hair in a high undercut. She wore a black vest top with a lot of zippers and small metal d-rings, and a matching short skirt. Studded bracelets adorned her wrists, and her boots were knee-high with five buckles in the back and a zipper along the side. He was tall and slender and had a longish a-line, dyed black, which was just beginning to curl at the tips. He wore a tail-coat jacket, adorned with chains on the left shoulder and skull studs in place of cuff buttons, a black shirt with a small lace ruff, a black brocade waistcoat and black pinstripe bondage trousers. On his feet he had soft leather boots with a short lacing at the top.
Suddenly the lights in the hallway went out, and they both let out a startled laugh. In the dark, they kissed again, and she pressed herself against his body. He lifted her off her feet, pressed her back against the wall, and for a short while they were both kissing and grinding their hips together in the dark of the hallway. She could feel his breath quickening, and a brief moan escaped her lips. He let her down, and fumbled out his keys.
"Wait. Inside..." he said.
With a practiced hand he unlocked the door without bothering to turn the lights back on, and as they stepped inside soft lights came on automatically in the hallway. A short beep reminded him to switch off the alarm, and as she bent to pull off her boots he closed the door and sealed it with another code.
"Rich neighborhood, this is. Can't be too careful," he explained. "Go inside, make yourself comfortable."
As he was busy pulling off his boots and hanging up his jacket, she walked into the living room, noticing again that soft lights came on automatically to give off just enough light to navigate the room without having to turn on the main lights. While the gloom obscured the details, she could make out large lounge suite with a low wooden table, a folding screen of what looked like dark wood, and on the other side of it a desk with a large computer screen. The long wall of the room was completely lined with bookshelves, two of which were fitted with glass cabinet doors. The room smelled faintly of incense. She walked over to one of the large windows and looked out over the city's lights. The house was tall enough that there were no windows overlooking this one, and between this side of the street and the other was a wide separator with two lines of ancient trees. The street lights barely penetrated their canopies from beneath.
"Would you like a drink?" he said, as he emerged from the hallway. She watched his reflection in the window, and noted that he had dispensed with not only the tailcoat but also the waistcoat, and had unbuttoned his shirt down to the waist. A small silver ankh caught the light briefly.
"Sure," she said. "What have you got?"
He ended up mixing them both a "tap-water mojito" , and soon Ian Curtis was mourning his way through 'Atmosphere'. Before they were halfway through the drinks they were kissing again, and his shirt magically disappeared along with her top.
She was straddling him on the sofa, his hands cupping her buttocks through her skirt, when their lips parted for a moment and their eyes met. Without a word they left the sofa, and as he guided her up the stairs to the bedroom she deftly shed the skirt. The bedroom was smaller than she had expected, with room for a double bed in black 'wrought iron', two night stands and a dresser in some dark wood. A door to one side suggested a walk-in closet. She barely registered all this, as he was again pressing her up against the wall, supporting her legs on his own thighs leaving her feet dangling a few inches in the air. His hands were cupping her breasts, still covered by the black lace bra, and she could feel the bulge in his trousers against her own crotch, separated from him only by a few layers of silky, damp cloth.
Suddenly he drew back, and met her gaze with a shrewd look in his eyes.
"Do you want me?" he said.
