Downstairs

Upstairs is too dangerous. There are people up there, and they’ll hear you or see you and that will make you easier to track. There won’t be anyone in the basement, and it’s easier to carry something heavy down than up.

You rush away as the officers are still buckling up. You don’t go directly to the basement entrance in case they’re listening or spying. You take an indirect route, then slip in and creep down the stairs with Delilah in your arms. She giggles.

“Shh,” you whisper.

“My feet feel so weird,” she whispers back.

Of course. They’re covered in paint.

“Get the light,” you tell her. Her hands are free, and she reaches out to pull the strings. “Wait, turn it back off.” She does so. You can hide more easily in the dark. You can’t win this by running. Hiding is the only way. You can’t hold her for half an hour, let alone run with her.

Now you need to find somewhere to put her down. Not on her feet, but on her back… she can keep her feet in the air. It’s a perfect plan!

“We’ll just kill some time down here,” you tell her.

“You are really strong,” she says admiringly. This is what you live for. You are so going to hook up with her… but not until after you win this thing. You are so getting laid tonight.

You stop.

“Did you hear that?” you ask.

“Yeah,” she says. You both listen, keeping still. Your arms are on fire, but… someone else is down here. They’re back around all those wine racks in the dark. The basement is huge. This isn’t good. You can’t even really tiptoe with Delilah in your arms. You’re both naked, so you have no phones to use as lights. And time is a factor. You’re running out of strength, and her wet body is slippery… you can’t hold her much longer.

You search quietly until you find a wooden chest. It’s so old.

“Gently,” you murmur to her as you place her on the lid. She gets the point and keeps her feet up, but it’s not… the most dignified pose for her to hold. She’s trying not to laugh and you’re enjoying the view. You wish there was more light to see her body.

It would be so easy to just kneel down and spread her legs. You kind of want to. Actually, you kind of want to kiss her.

But this isn’t the time to do that. You get up and slip away into the dark, wishing you had some shoes on… the floor is cold, the air is cold. Your nips have never been this hard in your life, but not in a good way. You creep through the basement, getting closer to the sounds.

You almost trip over a keg of beer, but you’re close to the sounds. You peer around a corner. There’s a sort of… thick figure in the shadows, rummaging through something. Is that Samantha? You aren’t sure without more light.

Try to get a better look?

Or just slink away?