Page accepts the offer.

The hall in the second floor was lined with pillars, and in between every few pillars, a door leading to a room. The issue with undressing in a hall was that at any moment, someone could come. No one tended to use the stairs at the end of the hall, however, so unless someone decided to stand directly in the middle of the hall, if they were pressed against the out-jutted pillars along the walls they were mostly camouflaged. If they heard the elevator, they could always run into the stairs again, or even press further against the wall to try to not be noticed. It was a sound plan, so they thought.

The issue was, however, that the two could not avoid looking at each other. They both had to be at the end of the hall, both on opposite ends behind their respective pillar, staring at each other.

"Um." Will said. "We should hurry. It was my idea. I'll go first." He put his thumbs under the bands of his boxers. Page almost then suggested she should, but honestly it made more sense he would considering she had to do more to get dressed.

"I'll close my eyes." She said, and did so. Will was there, slightly bent over, beginning to pull his underwear down. She felt a burning curiosity. From what she saw of him, he was already rather fit, just a bit skinny. He would be naked in a moment. She thought of opening her eyes, but waited as she heard the cloth rub against his legs. There was a plop by her feet.

"Alright, pick it up before someone sees." He whispered. There were no sounds in the hall.

Page opened her eyes to the ground and saw the boxers laying at her feet. She bent down, realizing she would need to let her hand go of one of her two pieces of clothes to grab the boxers. Her dominant hand dropped its item, the towel she knew she would have to pass back to Will. Will! Will was just right there! Instinctively, she looked up to Will, to see him looking at her, his hands over his crotch. He was naked, with only his fingers to cover himself. They were slightly moving, maybe rubbing himself as he watched her drop that towel, bent over against her wall, her breasts hanging below her completely free.

His eyes shut closed and he turned his head. "Sorry. I didn't know you were dropping that. I just..." His fingers were still now, and Page felt her body flush. She just flashed him. She flashed him without thought, perhaps, but she knew he was there. No, it wasn't purposeful, and yet... Why didn't she think?!

She snatched the boxers and shoved her feet into them to wear them like boy shorts, wondering for a split moment if she should take the monopoly of all the clothing items and run off, leaving him here naked. Except no. He still had the key. Was that a ploy? Possibly.

She left him naked a little longer, taking the long burlap and ripping the tightening end apart before wrapping it over her chest. It was coarse and immediately irritated her nipples, especially as the handfuls the guard stole off the damaged sack caused more strings to become loose and shift around, threatening to unravel or form around her more hardened points. She tied it tight on her back, not wanting it to budge. While the frills still had a few inches to them, the actual completely nontransparent, undamaged portion of the burlap was only three or four inches, slightly bunched, at best. Not the smallest tubetop in the world, but small enough to cause discomfort and little support to anyone with an ounce of chest. Maybe still to those without.

"Um..." Will began, shifting uncomfortably against the wall.

Page watched him. She wondered. Was he really on her side? Why was he being so helpful? She needed to know. She knew it was obvious he was attracted to her. But why? And why now? Trying to get lucky in these painfully tense and **** moments?

"Will. Can I trust you?" She asked. It seemed naive to ask that, but she was in a hurry and unsure what to say.

"What? I mean. Yeah."

"You seem like you'd do anything for me. Why?"

Will paused, licked his lips, and sighed. "You're pretty and I try to be nice. This is also a decent adventure. Sorry if... I can go..." His eyes were still closed, but she could sense his fear.

"Walk to me. You can have the towel then."

Will chuckled, then his smile faded. "You're serious? Is this me trusting you now?"

"If you walk toward me I'll tie the towel on you. Keep your hands where they are."

"That won't... work." Will was apprehensive, but he stepped forward one step, being visible to the hall if anyone suddenly entered, then another.

Page walked forward with the towel, not sure exactly what she was doing. She wanted to get a little closer, really, maybe take a look at him better. "You can stop." She said, and lifted the towel behind him. The towel brushed against left hip, then was slowly being brought over his butt and hands, her fingers brushing against his that were so tightly locked around his definitely growing member. The towel was being brought closer to the right hip to tie when-

"Oh!" Was a loud noise. The two looked over and saw a cart with a cleaning lady behind it. She saw the half naked lady possibly undressing the towel off of a man in the hall. She turned and waved her hands, "I saw nothing! I saw nothing!" As she retreated down the hall.

Quickly, Will's hands snatched the towel and tucked it over his hip. He ran the two steps to the door and held it open, one hand keeping the small towel steadily wrapped over his waist.

Page ran up first, only going up half the stairs to the next floor before pausing. She thought of how Will's ass looked in the tight briefs, and knew Will was right behind her now, looking up, watching her own hips sway and body jiggle. She looked over her shoulder to see Will's eyes locked at her midsection, then look up when she paused.

"What? We should go! She could call security!" He moved up past her as he ran up.

"Okay..." Page said, waiting for him to take the lead. He ran up ahead of her, she just behind him. The towel was short, and she bent her head side to side to look, seeing the fit ass make its way up the stairs, and in between his strides, she could see it. Something, certainly not behaving itself, being pushed down by the towel he had wrapped around his waist, growing at the sight of her. That thought was so prevalent in her mind. He was being so turned on by her. By what was happening with her. With them together.

It was half way to the fourth floor that they saw just above them the two security guards coming down, a little lost in their search. Will froze, and Page almost ran into his back. He retreated back to the third floor and entered again, but the security guards saw them. "Hey!" They said and began to descend faster, but Will and Page were in the hall again. Will looked back and forth - aside from the elevator, likely they had nothing to hide behind. A pillar would do nothing if they ran down the hall. The hall would be a dead end, or a look - either way hopeless...

She saw it. A slightly opened cleaning closet. She pushed Will through and pushed herself against him in haste before holding the door closed behind her. There was a lock under her thumb. She pushed it.

They heard the two guards storm up, yell a bit. They tried the door - locked. They cursed, saying they didn't have a key, but it was locked anyway. They proceeded to pace down the hall, and eventually, press the elevator button.

Page was pressed front ways against Will.

"A closet again? This is familiar." Will whispered. His lips were right under her ear, close to her neck. She shivered, but also chuckled while hushing him. Her neck was close to his. Her breasts, bound by the tied burlap tubetop, was coarse and causing her nipples to become too stimulated as it also pressed against his chest. Her legs were straddled against his bent knee and thigh, pressing hard against the thin soft fabric of the boxers. Her own thigh was against his crotch, with only the towel in between him and her leg's skin. She could feel the growing hardness trying to make its way free.

He cleared his throat and tried to shift his weight. She felt a sizzle of attention across her crotch as he moved, bringing more and more focus to how close they were, and how much hotter she was becoming. She was interested. She was not sure if she meant to be, but she definitely knew, now, she was hot and bothered and it was because of him. She shifted herself, just slightly, against his leg. Something she hoped would be unnoticeable or seeming natural. It felt good. Amazing, despite the layer of protection. She did it again, looking away, as if just trying to get comfortable. He moved a bit again as well.

"You know I was thinking... A lot of bad things have been happening to you."

Page wanted to be quiet, but let him talk. She only smiled. She turned her head a bit to look at him better, and to put her skin against his. He actually moved slightly back from her. It was shockingly hurtful, she found.

"Often they seem to be because you, well, touched someone. Like Rogue, you know. Bad things happen when people touch her - I mean, it isn't exactly like that, but... I mean, think about it. All what went on. Like touching you is bad luck."

Page did think. It was... not entirely true, but there were a lot of bad things that happened the moment her skin contacting someone else's. Maybe it was? She could not remember. It was quite a blur, this day. "Are you saying that if I touch you right now security would bust this door down?"

"Well," he shrugged. "You could touch me if you want to, or we could go to the elevator. Sounds like they left."

Page listened, and heard nothing. It would be the proper time. She wondered if she should touch him, but isn't what he just said something that would indicate to not touch him? Ugh.

She unlocked the door and stepped backward, out, careful not to have any direct skin contact. In response, he stepped close to her, his hands up, close to her shoulders, her arms, her face, still without touching. She found herself almost under a spell, wanting to be touched. She felt a flame in her groin, and she tried to move closer to him, with him moving backward. He laughed, and so did she, but both could look down and see the wetness building under the her briefs, and his hardness pushing against that towel.

She called the elevator, and when it was seen empty, she signaled for him to come in. She pushed the floor, 5, and the two stood in the empty silence. After the elevator began to move, Will held out a hand toward her. He was offering to take her hand. She stared for a moment, unsure. That was like some kind of commitment. Like she would be acknowledging her attraction that has built.

He was comfortable, though. It made sense. She reached out and touched his palm, and at that moment, the elevator stopped.

Will laughed, "Wow! Alright! We are really on to something."

Page was laughing as well, both of them retracting their hands. "Really! I mean, I just... I just... UGH! Where are we?"

"Somewhere between 4 and 5."

"We can't call security. Should we just wait?"

"Probably best to see if it fixes itself in a bit."

The two were staring into each other's eyes in wait. They had to just wait. In silence.