Cassie’s story continues, you can find the previous parts here, here, here and here, here and last week here. Sometimes there comes a moment when we know what we want, but discover that the focus of our desires is searching for something else. It’s then when one has to …
Be In On The Act
Cassie would have been more than happy spending the night in the elevator alcove with Keith, held in his embrace, letting the world around them deal with the sight they would behold. But, as much as the idea was delicious, Cassie knew the kiss had to end, that this moment wasn’t going to be forever.
Catching her breath, the Temptress remembered something important again: This was Keith in the before, this wasn’t the Keith she knew so intimately in the Realm. That didn’t seem to matter, she still melted inside being held by him. She still felt that piece inside of her soul slip into place when he held her hand, touched her cheek, or said a word or two from his heart. Keith cupping Cassie’s cheek and saying she was perfect meant everything to her. It always would.
Cassie loved silver, for obvious reasons. She expected a limousine. What she found when she left the lobby, hand in hand with Keith, was that red 1950s Corvette he’d been working on. She liked the red, of course, but all of the silver trim just made the silver-tail delight in the sight before her.
As Keith opened the door, Cassie asked: “Wasn’t this the car you were working on?”
His reply was, of course, not at all innocent: “Yes. I need to road test it; have to be sure everything’s right. Besides, it’s the only one in the shop that’s classy enough for this woman I’ve met who loves silver.”
Cassie shook her head, her mane of blonde hair swirling around her as she settled in: “Flattery will get you anywhere, you know.”
After closing the door, Keith got in the driver’s side and started the convertible: “Are you impressed?”
“You don’t need to impress me.”
Pulling into traffic, he chuckled: “Remember that for later.”
The drive was rather short. Keith took them through the entertainment district, along the lakeshore, and towards the centre of the city. Along the way he pointed out some of the sites. He’d lived here his entire life, Cassie knew. Everything was wonderful on this warm summer evening as the sun disappeared into the lake, marking the night’s time to begin.
When he turned into the driveway of a very tall tower, a sign marking it as being one of the tallest buildings in the world, Cassie’s heart began to beat a little faster. Pulling up at the base of the tower and parking right by the elevators brought the Temptress to run her hands through her hair and sigh.
Turning off the car, Keith looked at Cassie with concern: “What’s wrong?”
She nibbled her lip: “I have a confession.”
Keith waited patiently for her to continue, because of course he would.
“I’m afraid of heights.”
She could tell he was a bit uneasy about that, his mind was trying to come up with another option. Cassie knew this mattered to him, he wanted this to be something she’d never forget. Gathering herself and managing a wan smile, she offered her hand. He looked very unsure now, but the silver-tail wasn’t going to allow her fears to get between her and Keith: “If you promise you won’t leave me alone …”
Holding her hand gently, he mused: “Can’t do that, I wouldn’t want someone else to take you home.”
They laughed–something Cassie dearly needed in that moment.
Entering the elevator soon after, Cassie tried to calm her breathing. This would be fine. There was nothing to worry about. It was only the tallest building in the city, after all. Not like she’d look over the edge and lose her balance or something. The floor to ceiling windows in the elevator didn’t make things a lot better. She knew that they’d be travelling outside, the city laid out beyond, the ground getting further and further away.
She tried to rationalize it. She was one of the Succubi, there was nothing to worry about. She wasn’t going to fall, the tower wasn’t going to collapse, the night wasn’t going to fall apart … because of her. It wasn’t a panic attack, exactly, but hyperventilation wasn’t good.
Helping her to turn away from the windows of the elevator as the doors closed, Keith cupped Cassie’s cheeks to give her something to focus on. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he asked: “Tell me a story, Cassie.”
The elevator shifted, beginning to move, and Cassie clutched at Keith’s wrists. Her thoughts were a blur, trying to say something, anything. What came out was a surprise to both of them. “There’s a couple I know, known them for a long time. They tell me about the moment they met, how they knew they were soulmates. She explained to me that it was like something she’d been missing inside was suddenly there. I never really understood that. I’ve … always been alone, never had a love to call my own.”
Cassie closed her eyes: “I didn’t really believe in it. It was something you read in fairy tails and romances; it wasn’t something for me.” The Temptress opened her eyes and held his so-blue ones with her own green ones: “Then, I found you.”
The kiss was unexpected, Keith being pressed back against the elevator doors by Cassie. The elevator stopped, eventually, and a soft sound announced they had arrived. The Temptress finally broke the kiss and took a step back as the doors began to open: “I think I understand what my friends meant. When you find the right person, you just know.”
Keith led the way out of the elevator, Cassie holding his hand, not saying a word. But there was no question now: this was all meant to happen. She didn’t know how it was going to be when she returned to the Realm, but she’d decided on one thing: she would tell him the truth, all of it, before he met Tera.
She’d never been in a place like this, the restaurant slowly turned somehow, she was sure that Keith would know how and could tell her, if she’d just ask. The night changed her perspective of the world outside of the windows. The night shaded the height somewhat, the lights of the buildings below and the colours of the city below stretching to the horizon looked like a picture, and the fear wasn’t so bad. Wanting to be with Keith, to be perfect in this moment, helped a lot.
Dinner was lovely; she didn’t expect anything less from him. Somehow, he managed to keep the silver-tail’s attention on everything else other than being scared of heights. This was, Cassie later figured out, the very first time she’d spent hours with Keith talking and just being a couple. She wasn’t tempting him. He wasn’t playing one of their games with her. They were a couple, out on the town for the night, talking about themselves and trying to figure each other out.
With dessert came the piano at the centre of the space being played, marking the opening of the dance floor for the evening.
“Would you like to dance, Cassie?”
“I’m a lousy dancer, and I know you aren’t much better.”
Keith arched an eyebrow at that comment. He hadn’t mentioned that to Cassie. Then with a familiar, bemused smile he replied: “Then let’s shuffle in circles for a while.”
Together they moved to the outer edge of the restaurant, the dance floor a wide strip of glass that moved with everything else. Cassie didn’t realize the floor looked straight down to the base of the tower–Keith didn’t give her the chance.
The Temptress settled in, resting her head on Keith’s left shoulder, he holding her close as the music played. They didn’t speak–there wasn’t a need to–though, from time to time, green eyes found so-blue ones, leading into a kiss shared and the moment being more than the silver-tail had ever expected.
The evening was one that Cassie wished would never end. Those around them seeing a vision in silver in a slow dance with her desired one, the world turning about them slowly, their eyes only for each other …