Dean's voice blue sexy english was low and even, a calm counterpoint to the darkness. "Now we wait. Elevators have sex emergency generators, it'll kick in or someone will get us out." Zoe's hand remained on his arm, her fingers digging slightly into his sleeve as the elevator lurched again.

"Great, just what I needed," she muttered, releasing his arm to feel along the wall for something to hold onto. "A porn broken elevator porn and a charming blue sexy english stranger to sex video keep me video company." Dean snorted softly, his voice closer now. "Charming stranger? I'm flattered."

The air was thick with the scent of Zoe's perfume and the faint tang of Dean's cologne as he stepped nearer. His shoulder brushed against hers, sending a spark through her body. "You know," he said, his breath whispering against her ear, "we could make our own entertainment while we wait."

Zoe turned her head toward him but their lips barely missed as she hesitated - then she whispered back: "What makes you think I'm that kind of girl?"