"Christ!" Brian grunted when his pants were shredded from his hips. His hips were only kept in check by the inkling of self control he had left and his chin bobbed up and down in response to her question. "I do." He quirked an eyebrow with utter mischievousness and slid his hands from her hips, up her sides and placed them so they were cupping her breasts through the brassiere. "I really do."

They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, "No, no, no"...

Brian stopped his hands, but left them on her chest, and blinked toward the ceiling. Piotr's ringtone. Effin' Christ.

His expression shifted from aroused, to surprised and then to apologetic in about two seconds. He shifted his hands to his chest while the ringtone played on, then adjusted himself so he could root through the scraps of his jeans. His phone was in his pocket. It was a text, not a call.

His eyes skimmed the words, then he reread the message. Oh bloody hell.

He left Edana where she was perched on him, and his thumbs went to work to reply to Colossus' message.

Piotr: Got the files. Trapped for the night in elevator. Both OK.
Brian: Fuck. Good. You sure? We could come get you.
Piotr: No, don't. We'll be fine.
Brian: YOU HOUND.
Piotr: It'd be a waste of fuel. We can wait.
Brian: Okay. Well. Now I'm too worried to do my business.
Piotr: And I'm the hound?
Brian: Yeah, it was pretty hypocritical.
Piotr: Don't text words like 'hypocritical'. Peace.
Brian: Right. Okay, be safe. Call if you need something.

"Our roommates are trapped in an elevators surrounded by vicious cannibals, but apparently are well enough to tough it out. I was wondering what was taking them so bloody long. God damn..." His brow furrowed and his phone slid from his right hand as he brought them both down to his head and nestled them restlessly in his hair. He looked rather crazy. "It's my freaking fault. They better stay put, damn it."

-Brian / Britannic