The two walk into an adjoining room, where there's lots of bottles of rum. TC grabs one and chokes down a mouth full. TC: I'm going to need a few more swigs I think!
Bowie close behind her: Not too much my dear. Hmm...you want to know what you're doing.

She can feel his breath on her kneck. She then feels his lips agianst her skin, light and smooth. She can feel his hands on her hips- his fingers slide over her hip bone and gently press against her pelvis.

In her head she can hear a song..'I want love so badly, I want you most of all...'

She can feel his hands moving from her hips to her waist, slidding under her costume's shirt. Skin against skin. She feels his warmth- his finger tips alone could burn her. She realizes he's softly singing to her, "show me sweet, sweet love, show me your love."

He's still kissing her neck. She feels him inhale deeply and press himself to her. She feels herself layback against him and his hands rest one on her stomach and another on her chest.

He feels her. His hands feel her lungs rise and fall. His finger tips run over the little goosebumps that race over her skin. He feels her warmth.

She hears him ask for her lips, and she feels his hands turn her body. Her eyes close mid-rotation and she feels his lips. They're hot and taste salty- she tastes them again. Her lips could so easily burn him.

She finds herself clumsily fumbling with his jedi robe. They both smile locked in a kiss. She hears him chuckle softly. He finds her costume zipper so easily. She realizes she's running her finger nails along bare skin. Eagerly she tastes his lips again.

She feels him pinch her thighs. He feels her thighs and warps his hands around them, gently pulling her up. How convient there's a table in the room. She feels hersself sitting and her legs wrapped tight.

Suddenly he pulls away: TC are you sure you were affected by the curse? 'Cause if you were, we're doing this the wrong way.
TC: I think I would know.
She thinks for a second.
Bowie: I don't feel anything down there.
They pull apart.
TC: -ahem- Yeah, that would be only David Jr. down there. But what happened? I was a man!
Bowie: Wait a few moments ago you were wearing the Brian Eno costum, and I was dang sure about your extra appendage. Now...
TC: Are you trying to tell me that my costume got a penis and not me?
Bowie: Well, we are in a TW story- anything is possible. You confused the evil-movie-phone-guy. His curse didn't work right on you. TC you don't have to do this.
TC: well, no the house still doesn't like you-know-what and now that I'm out of my costume and there's no more disguise, it knows that not only am I a you-know and that I'm not a man.
Bowie: so now what? that really doesn't help us either way does it?
TC: No
Bowie: So do you want to finish what we started or what?
TC: Yeah, make the TWers wait a little bit longer!


Fads they come and fads they go, and man, I love that rock'n'roll