The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Maggie and Lyle
When: Monday night
Where: her dorm room
What: flirting because she thinks she's in looooove
Rating: probably tame because he's gonna shoot her down!

Maggie was totally nervous about seeing Lyle tonight, and she'd never been nervous around him before. Suddenly there were all these feelings when she thought about him. Maggie wasn't new to having feelings for boys, nor was she innocent. But this was intense and different. It felt like she loved him. Maybe she'd loved him all along. He'd been her sponsor when she was a senior in high school last year, and he tutored her in math outside of class because she really struggled with the subject. But now, well, she didn't see him as a teacher or confidant anymore. She thought he was simply amazing and sexy, and she wanted to do all sorts of terrible things with him!

That was perhaps the strangest part, because Maggie had sworn off sex after several bad experiences with Devon. Not that he was bad. He was wonderful and patient. She really loved him, though it was more as a best friend. But who wanted to lose their virginity each and every time they had sex? Not Maggie! It hurt, and it would always hurt. So while she had desires, the pain worked as negative conditioning to make her avoid such things.

But maybe it would be different with Lyle. Or maybe she could just block out the pain. Something. She wanted him. And she hoped that the little black dress she picked would make him want her. She fixed her hair in a way that looked quite grown-up, and she did her makeup in a similar fashion. Sure, they were just watching a movie in her dorm room, so it might look a little odd for her to be dolled up like this, but she'd worn a ball gown to his place last night just for fun. Maybe he wouldn't suspect anything and would just be enchanted by her bombshell appearance. Hoping to add to the ambience, she lit a bunch of candles and turned out the lights.

Who: Remington and Belle
When: Tuesday night around 8:00
Where: his apartment (that he shares with Candi)
What: attempting to woo an elemental, otherwise known as "stroking the flames"

Remington hurried Candi out of the apartment as quickly as he could. The sun set at 7:14, which didn't leave him much time to start cooking, but he didn't want her to be suspicious upon seeing him making more food than usual. Plus, Remington didn't often cook for himself now that he lived with Candi. He was still cooking when a knock came at the door.

Putting down the pan in his hand, Remington rushed to the door. He was slightly flushed from the heat in the kitchen, his hurried pace, and simple nerves from this secret dinner party for two. "Belle," he said softly, clearly in awe of her, "You look stunning. Please come in." He took her hand and escorted her into the apartment. It was always immaculately clean, because a serviceman didn't tolerate clutter or disarray. "I apologize that I'm still making our dinner. I got behind schedule. Join me in the kitchen?" He motioned that way and hoped she'd follow, because he wanted her to be as close as possible.

"I hope you have an adventurous stomach. I learned to cook while in the Marines, and my best dishes are Afghan." He was preparing lam kabob, qabli pulao (a rice dish), and manta as an appetizer served with some cut up fruit. All this was accomplished while wearing some jeans that Candi claimed 'were made for his body' and a black button up shirt. He was barefoot though, because he often was when cooking.