Someone in Peril

"That was..." Sally began when their lips and tongues finally stopped battling each other.

"Nice." Andreas finished.

He realized that his right hand is playing with her hair, and the left one found itself a nice, soft support that he was holding for the last few minutes. He promptly let go, not sure if he should be embarrassed by the fact that he groped her, or that he didn't go all the way.

"Only nice, huh?" She chuckled.

The Lamia was still holding him in her arms, supporting, so he didn't fall somewhere in her tail.

"We can try again and see if it gets better."

"Sure."

It did get better.

This time there was no hunger, no need to prove something to the other person, no pent up emotions to unleash. They both learned from the previous kiss, synchronized much better, and went for the most pleasurable experience for the other person that they could think of. The feelings, the connection, the mix of their bodies, the passion that reinforced every move...

"Everything works out better the second time." He commented, and planted a kiss on her nose.

"Yeah, it does... You know, I can feel the spell weakening."

"You mean..."

"We should be up stairs soon."

And they were. But the untangling took a bit longer than they anticipated. Andreas managed to squeeze through her body almost unscathed. His outfit got a few new, tiny holes made by her scales, but he didn't mind it. It was just one of many.

When he stepped out of the cursed elevator at the sixth floor, he kicked away the "out of order" sign that was placed nearby.

A single older lady, waiting on a small bench at the corridor nearby, and reading a paper, looked at him and shook her head in disappointment at the careless youth.

Then, she heard more noises and looked again.

"Three, two, one, go..."

She heard and saw a very uncommon picture. The man - who she had already a very low opinion of - was holding and pulling someone's arm out of the elevator. The person that was slowly getting out - the owner of the arm - was a very inappropriately dressed girl with a weird hair color. No, not a person...

A monster girl.

The older lady dropped the paper and made the sign of the cross with her right hand when the half snake, half human tumbled her way out of the elevator, and somehow found herself, lying on the floor, with her head resting on that mans stomach.

Sally gave out a short, happy laugh.

"I don't think I'll be able to trust elevators for some time now, even though some parts of the ride were rather good."

"We might have to take the stairs next time."

"Yeah, we might. But it's easier for me when going down. I don't have to try and drag all this mass upwards."

They stood up.

"So you think anyone noticed that we were gone?" Andreas asked.

"We weren't gone, we were just... Hidden? And I've got a missed phone call and a text message from Illy asking when we will be home. Her stomach must be better by now, so she is probably hungry."

The Lamia said after checking her phone. She wrote a response, and then looked around.

"Which doors..."

"This one."

Andreas pointed. The plaque did indeed say something about the alternate world.

"Let's go."

It took them three and a half minutes inside. All they needed to do was to show their ID's, make a couple of signatures, and they walked out with a brand new passport.

"What do you need it for?"

Andreas asked when he was crossing through the doors to the stair way. He braced himself mentally, it was going to be a long way down.

"Well, I started the procedure to get it back at AWIO. I wanted to be able to visit different countries." She smiled, and then proceeded to curl her tail and then slightly stretch it to somewhat slide down the stairs. She controlled it by holding the rail.

"Don't get me wrong, America is great...-"

"It isn't." Andreas interrupted her, and winked playfully towards the Lamia.

"Well, it's great for me. I like it in here. Careful on this step, it's slippery." She warned Voigt. "I can feel the vast difference between the Old World and America every day that I'm in here. But Iiii!..."

She felt her mass betraying her, as her hand lost control and accidentally let go of the rail. She was very close to falling down the stairs.

She didn't.

Andreas held her other hand firmly, allowing her to regain the balance.

"Thanks. That's what I really don't like about your tall buildings - the endless stairs."

"Still three flights to go." He commented. Andreas still stayed close, just in case, to make sure she gets down safe. His knee began to hurt a little again, but he wasn't vocal about it.

"Ugh, only half way done. Anyway, I wanted to travel. I still want to. On the phone I saw the mountains that touch heavens, the wall that could envelop the entire country, the deserts of sand and ice. The massive castles, the beautiful villages... I want to see all of that myself. With my own eyes, no visions, or pictures."

Andreas gave a nod.

"A nice dream."

"Well, this passport is a first step to fulfill it."

They were able to get down with no further problems. The Lamia, and her human partner, held hands on the way back. Nobody bothered them. It almost looked like people around were getting used to the exotic presence of someone literally from another world.

When they were back at the front doors, Andreas knocked, instead of even attempting to search his pockets for keys.

"Should we tell Illy?" He turned his head, and asked the Lamia.

"We probably sh..." She began to answer, but never finished.

The doors weren't opened by Illy. Sally noticed the tall woman, with a pair of amazingly shaped legs, tanned skin, muscular stomach and arms, and brown hair tied into a pony tail standing in the door frame, smiling.

And then pouncing on Andreas's lips, in a lust filled kiss.